"Oh, yeah, just like old times," the brute laughs and wallops you
again. This time he sends you spinning in the opposite direction.
"Waaaaaa? Howwwww? Noooooooo!" you scream.
"What ho? Ha! You're a punching bag now and forever, doofus. You're
my punching bag. How? Cause I'm rich enough now to have you changed
on a fundamental level. It's good to be rich!" he punctuates his
exclamation with another hard jab to your what? Back? Chest? Abs?
Balls? Gawd, you hurt but your body is so different now.
"Mr. Amity, you said to remind you when it was 10:30 because you need
to shower and change for your 11 am appointment," said a punctilious
grey haired woman in a knit suit who must have entered while you were
being pummeled.
"Oh, thanks, Gladys, damn I barely got a workout today. Well,
tomorrow, I'll be here bright and early. Wish they'd delivered my new
bag before 6AM," he said pointedly wiping the sweat from his face with
a towel one of his lackeys handed him.
"Bag?" you say in an insulted tone. People look at, but don't respond
verbally to you.
"Sorry, sir, but the nanobots weren't finished with it until 9, sir.
We called you as soon as it was ready," said the guy taking the sweaty
towel from the inaptly named Charles Nelson Amity -you'd always
thought of him as Chuck Enmity or when you were really pissed
Simpson's Nelson at school. His response to being called Nelson was
always to punch you and laugh like the cartoon character, so you
rarely called him that to his face.
"That's alright. Tell, Jorge that he can use my new punching bag for
practice today," he said walking away from you. He looks over his
shoulder as you slowly gyrate, "Oh, did you know Jorge is a champion
kick boxer. I own him and a stable of other Ultimate Fighters.
You're their new workout inspiration. See there are four hooks in
this gym. You're hanging from one. Three of them will be hanging
from the others, if they don't make the cut. Haha!"
"Nelson, you're sick!"
Amity's laugh cut short and his face turned beet red. He turned, leapt
swinging back his right arm, and pounded you hard. You flew backward
with an oof, but you saw your opening and shifted your weight as he
pulled back his left arm for another punch. You managed to tilt your
bag body enough that his punch missed. You swung in behind him and
using the momentum he created, you knocked Nelson on his face.
He screamed and blood splattered on the floor as he broke his nose.
You body rotated around the ceiling hook over him.
"Mr.Amity!"
"Here's a towel boss!"
"I'll cancel your 11 o'clock."
"No, I'm fine. It's just a bloody nose. Haha, I've got the ultimate
punching bag-one that fights back! Make sure the video's running, I
wanna see how Jorge fairs, and don't tell him about this!" he growled
at his men and secretary.
One of the other men wipes up the blood on the floor. Then they leave.
You are alone hanging and struggling in the empty gym. You won't be
alone long, Jorge will be in shortly.