"GRRRAHHH"
A flurry of fists connected with the leather casing of a punching bag. The instrument's assaulter was a raven haired youth by the name of Zack. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, as he continued his mob of punches and kicks. His blue eye narrowed in exhaustion and determination. Sweat now poured down his face and flung off into the air as he bobbed, and weaved, and jerked around while striking the battered punching bag.
"Goin' at it a little too hard there doncha' think Zack?" A nearby man said jokingly, as he stopped to admire the drive of the ongoing attack.
"Just...a...little...nervous...is...all...Tryin'...to...work...some of it... off." Zack said still on his onslaught of physical fury.
"What're' ya' nervous for? Yur' Zack the best damned fighter in this here gym." Another man said from the length of the weight room they worked out in.
"It's not like that at all. I may be best in the ring but, even I've got a soft spot." Zack said as he stopped pummeling the bag. He panted frantically then mopped the sweat from his eyes with a towel he hung around his neck. "It's that girl I met at the shop the one who sells flowers."
"Oh yeah her! Man she was pretty hot for her age. What's she got to do with you?" Another man interjected.
"I'm takin' her to dinner later on tonight. Asked her out last night finally got the guts to"
Zack hung the towel around his neck again and started off toward a lone door to one side marked "showers".
"Well I'll be seein ya guys I got an hour to get ready and I need a shower"
The men went back to their individual selves as the young man disappeared through the doorway.
