08:00 PM

“What do you want?” He says as he wraps the boxing gloves around his hands getting ready to throw a few punches to the bag. His shirt off, the tattoos on his upper body on display.

“Hurry up and answer. I’m busy, training.” He says to her — as he takes out a cigarette, lighting it. Waiting to start punching the bag. He had a fight tomorrow and it was his biggest opponent. He was ruthless on the ring. Leaving his opponents bloody and bruised. A tyrant in the ring.