Jump kick.
Side kick.
Left hook.
Right hook.
Tornado kick.
My routine was better than clockwork as I tested out all the strikes I know with my fists and feet until my lungs felt like iron.
There was so much that I’ve done and I unwound myself after my intense workout.
I wondered how my next fight was going to turn out. Who would be my next challenge?
I decided to go online, so I could talk about my next bout with some of my friends here in Wisconsin.
There was one thing that popped up as an ad that had to have been targeted towards the Hollandus Landing region.
A pro wrestling show? Seriously? Also, who the heck is Lord Relampago?
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