Bullied By The Badboy
Hiding my face behind my palms, I say, “I can’t do it, Coach.”
“You can do it,” Coach says, throwing a bulky arm covered in tattoos over my shoulders when I join him on the couch. Don’t let his Viking appearance fool you. The man has got a heart of gold beneath all that thick, bushy beards, big body and tattooed sleeves. I nod and he ruffles my hair. “Remember to throw your punches this way, not that.” He balls his hand into a fist and punches the air to demonstrate his point. I lost my last match because I was trying to pull a punching stunt I saw on YuuTube, he wasn't so pleased. “And your right hook, never forget to use it.” He stands with a foot behind. “Show me your right hook.”
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