Get In The Ring, Daddy.
“Shouldn’t we be doing the exact same thing she’s doing?”
“This training has nothing to do with your fight with Vengeance; it’s just a normal training," Dale explains.
“Very convenient for you to say. You want me to swim in a bathtub while my opponent is digging the ground she plans to bury me?" I snap.
“Yes. I need you to be able to stay underwater for at least 5 minutes."
“Why? This is a fight until death fucking deal, not a swimming championship competition."
Dale sighs, looking up at the ceiling before his eyes slowly dance back to me, “What more is there to teach? You have learned the body's weak points, learned to shoot, drive, box, stab, run fast, trained your speed, lifted weights…”