I plan on making this a one-shot unless I get a couple reviews begging me to make it into a series.
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination!
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Alfred had a gym. It was as big as a football field.
He never told anyone about it.
He always wanted to be alone when he worked out in his gym.
He had just about any type of workout machine you could imagine. From one pound dumbbells to a tightrope hanging from the ceiling.
His favorite was the punching bag.
Whenever he was stressed or angry he would hit the bag and feel instantly better.
It also helped him get better at fighting.
Said bag was classic red, it hung from a pole at the side of the room next to the wrestling arena. It was one of many he had, one reason because he kept punching holes through them and the other because he might break the chain holding them up.
The one currently hanging in the gym had black streaks from Alfred's shoes and some dried blood and spit on the outside. The chain holding it up was slowly cracking.
All in all it had lasted awhile and was going to soon be replaced.
Just one more good hit and then it would be done.
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Whatchya think?