Post by Ryuji on Mar 9, 2007 13:22:23 GMT -5
Ryuji entered the gym around noon that Saturday and glanced around, breathing deeply. He loved the smell of sweat and rubber and blood, mingled together in this seemingly holy place. This was his religion. But he was not here to worship today. He stretched shortly before beginning pounding the punching bag in the corner, alternating punches and kicks randomly. He was wholly focused on the task ahead.
He had just received a letter from his soon to be ex-wife. Actually, he'd received a letter from her lawyer, informing him that she would soon BE his ex wife. Not that he hadn't known They hadn't lived together in years - she resided in the town of Kliport, but they rarely saw each other. But still, thinking of her and then thinking of their young children - it made him boil with rage.
He pounded the bag with increasing power and anger. Sweat dripped down his face and his shirt and shorts were soaked. He hadn't even bothered to change into his gi. He screamed Kiai's in almost terrifying anger and loss of control. She wanted to move with the children to Australia - he would see them much less than he already did. His fists began to bleed and his legs began to turn red and raw from his force - behind incorrectly applied attacks. He wasn't focusing on perfection, only on working out this boiling, unceasing rage. "AAAAHHHH!!" He screamed, seemingly possessed, and he kicked the bag, so hard it was ripped off the chains holding it to the ceiling and sent flying through the air, landing with a THUMP and a SLIDE ten feet away. He screamed bloody murder in his frustration, turning to find something else to hit. Finding the next bag over, he went to work on it, his anger not diminished. If anything, it had increased.
He had just received a letter from his soon to be ex-wife. Actually, he'd received a letter from her lawyer, informing him that she would soon BE his ex wife. Not that he hadn't known They hadn't lived together in years - she resided in the town of Kliport, but they rarely saw each other. But still, thinking of her and then thinking of their young children - it made him boil with rage.
He pounded the bag with increasing power and anger. Sweat dripped down his face and his shirt and shorts were soaked. He hadn't even bothered to change into his gi. He screamed Kiai's in almost terrifying anger and loss of control. She wanted to move with the children to Australia - he would see them much less than he already did. His fists began to bleed and his legs began to turn red and raw from his force - behind incorrectly applied attacks. He wasn't focusing on perfection, only on working out this boiling, unceasing rage. "AAAAHHHH!!" He screamed, seemingly possessed, and he kicked the bag, so hard it was ripped off the chains holding it to the ceiling and sent flying through the air, landing with a THUMP and a SLIDE ten feet away. He screamed bloody murder in his frustration, turning to find something else to hit. Finding the next bag over, he went to work on it, his anger not diminished. If anything, it had increased.