The flashing scoreboard dinged in the back as sweat flew. Midnight air blew in through the open windows of the room, and Vernon slammed his fists into the wooden targets iver and over again, previous blood stains becoming refreshed as his cracked knuckles banged the boards relentlessly. There was a bout of commotion heard under the loud volume of his music, and the door banged open, two of his fighters wandering in, gripping and angered woman on either side. “Moose is back, Vernon, and she’s ready to charge.*