ACE
"Your hook is perfect. You're lacking a bit in your right punch, is it still damaged?" Bazler questions me with genuine concern. I sigh, aiming my next punch with my right fist. It doesn't hurt, I have no idea why I'm not hitting right enough. "There, that's the problem."
I bat my eyes at her confused. "What's the problem?"
She grips my arm from the elbow to the wrist with both of her hands. "When I say your right punch is lacking, I mean you're hitting hard enough to kill. Don't get distracted Ace, calm it down and try again. We're not leaving here until you've gotten back to the way you were. But better. When a challenger pops up, I want you at your best to retain your championship."
I nod, sighing a little. I had no idea my control had slipped. I have an interview tomorrow with
