"Jack! You're late again!" Victor's booming voice echoed through the gym as Jack strolled in, his gym bag slung over his shoulder.
Jack sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Come on, Victor. It's just five minutes."
"Five minutes can be the difference between winning and losing," Victor shot back, tossing him a pair of gloves. "Get moving. Today's schedule is packed."
Ruby, sitting on a bench nearby, chimed in with a playful grin, "I told you, Jack. You've got to be quicker on your feet, even off the ring."
Jack smirked, sliding on his gloves. "Yeah, yeah. You two are like my personal alarm clocks."
Victor crossed his arms. "Enough talking. Start with the bag drills. Five rounds, full intensity."
Jack nodded, moving toward the heavy bag. His punches came in rapid succession, each strike sharper than the last.
Ruby walked over, holding a stopwatch. "You've got this, Jack! Let's see that champion speed."
