[DANTE GABRIEL DELGADO]

Dante’s fist connected with the punching bag with a loud thud as he threw a double hook into it. He was in a foul mood and he needed to get his anger out. He would have preferred a proper fist fight but the boxing ring was empty and the people on the other bags looked like beginners. He needed to find somewhere he could get back into mma fighting again. He may have been banned in Spain but that didn’t necessarily make him banned in the UK. Regardless, he could still start up an illegal fight ring again. Either way, he craved the feeling of his fist connecting with somebody’s bones and grappling them to the ground.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he danced around the bag, throwing different combinations whilst staying light on his toes. A phone call with his father this morning had well and truly pissed him off. He’d told the old man he was thinking of sticking around in England and he hadn’t liked that. Two of his children flying the nest and trying to do their own thing? Absolutely not. Feeling the anger building up again, he used his teeth to pull off his gloves, opting to hit the bag with just his wraps on for protection, wanting to feel the bag against his knuckles.

[CHANDLER ISAAC REESE]

DANTE GABRIEL DELGADO

chandler cracked his knuckles as he walked through the gym. he was gone with his classes and sessions for today so now it was time for some fun, and that of course meant doing what he'd been doing all day, just in a different capacity. he strapped his fingers as he made his way to where the boxing ring was, hoping it was empty but more than happy to wait until it wasn't. he could do other things to keep himself occupied at least. he could hear the unmistakable sound of fists hitting a boxing glove. it wasn't out of place in the gym, there was a boxing class happening right now but this was a distinct sound, it wasn't a gloved hand hitting the bag, it was bare knuckle. he knew that sound well.

his eyes came to rest on the man belting the bag looking like he had a personal grudge against it and he couldn't help but grin a little. the stance was someone who knew what he was doing, it wasn't someone who decided to punch a bag on a whim or someone who was just starting out on their boxing journey. he didn't like gloves all that much either, though he knew they'd have stopped him from breaking a finger of two in his time, he didn't fight with them on, he was more of a get down and grapple sort than a stand there trying not to hit someone kind of guy. "gloves not doing it?" he said to the stranger as he flexed his own wrapped fingers just a little, feeling the tape pull slightly.

[DANTE GABRIEL DELGADO]

A sadistic grin turned pulled at the corners of his lips as he landed blow after blow against the bag, picturing the smug look of his father’s face smack bang in the centre. Their conversation from this morning was on loop in his brain, fuelling his punches. His relationship with his father had always been a complicated one but it had gotten worse over the years, especially after the little stint that had gotten him arrested, briefly. "gloves not doing it?" A male’s voice broke through his thoughts and he lowered his fists, glancing to the side to see who it was. ”Nope. . bag’s not doing much either.” He stated, stretching out his fingers before grabbing his water and taking a sip.