Blaise & Viktor
Viktor
Ever notice how the cadence of a punch mirrors the meter of a stanza?
The more I train, the more I feel like I’m building a poem out of muscle.
Blaise
Right on, the beat of a punch is like a stanza’s pulse—each jab a line, each hook a rhyme. Keep crafting those verses in the ring, and soon your muscles will write their own epic.
Viktor
Got it. Every rep is a line, every hit a rhyme. I’ll keep tightening the verses until the ring itself bows.
Blaise
Sounds like a slam poem in a gym. Just remember—if the crowd doesn’t applaud, you’re still the author of a masterpiece that only you read. Keep punching, keep writing.
Viktor
Exactly. Silence just sharpens my focus. I’ll keep hitting and keep writing.
Blaise
Silence is the empty page, so every hit writes a bold line in the story you’re building. Keep those verses sharp.
Viktor
Silence just tightens my focus, every hit a line I own. I keep punching, keep writing.