Hit after hit, sweat rolling down the sides of your face, the sandbag taunts you, hanging strong. You groan in frustration and throw your gloves on the ground, leaning your head on the sandbag. You sigh, angry at yourself that you're not able to get in any good hits, when you feel strong hands bring you backwards. You tilt your head back, looking upwards to be met with the sight of your trainer laughing.

"Damn, what'd the bag do to piss you off?" he asks with a chuckle.