James walked into the changing area. It wasn't luxurious enough to be considered a locker room. It was just an area big enough to be closed off so you could change your clothes. James pulled out his Vale Tudo shorts. They were small and tight fitting. A lot of people didn't understand why someone would want to wear small tight fight trunks. He had received ridicule in the past when running the town in them. However, fighters knew that they were the most comfortable thing to train in so they never say much about that.

James eventually got his training gear put on, along with his cup, mouthpiece, and his heavybag gloves. He set a timer on his phone. 5 minute rounds with 1 minute rest. 

*beep beep beep* 

James bit down on his mouthpiece, and began his workout. Combos of punches and kicks never ending. Along slight pauses in between to move around and mimic the pacing of a fight. He finally starts to break a sweat. Most people would think that you have to be angry to be able to exert so much aggression onto an inanimate object, and James is no stranger to having anger issues. The opposite is true however. While the flurry of strikes fly through the air, along with the sweat and echoes of thwaps on the bag, he is able to find peace. In those few precious moments of combat, he is able to not think at all, and just forget about the world. Nothing else matters in that moment. The only thing in his mind is achieving his objective... and that happens to be working himself into an exhaustion right now.. so he can fall asleep tonight.