13. 1-2 Punch
Illuminating the main floor, he grabbed a large punching bag from his office and slung it over his shoulder.
Fox Story
Give it to me like your punching bag." the small fox, keelan, gave a few jabs to the air, a right hook. he was a flickering fireball. "you won't hurt my feelings, howie."
Dealing
For two hours, lance assisted bell with her various exercise routines, from holding the punching bag while she punched and kicked it, to wrestling with her on the padded mats as they sparred.
Care Bears Family Adventures, Book 2: Chapter 12
She sighed then turned back to the punching bag, "what! makes you! think! something's! wrong!"
Balcony Bash
Nothing generous about what i'm gonna do to you when we g-get back into the hotel room and close the door," aaron warned, but his fangs were starting to grit as he picked up the pace that much more, turning his hips to a blur and jacob's backside into a punching bag
Beginnings (Jin)
He personally taught me how to deal punches and to defend myself, and gave me a punching bag to practise on. that was one of the areas that i can actually excel in.
Harsh Beginings
"i've been a punching bag my whole life" "well that's a pretty shitty existence. you're moving on to bigger and better things my friend. you should choose a name for yourself" "i could choose a name for myself couldn't i?"
Like You Own The Place
The white fur around his little face was spattered with red, and blood sprayed up zed's bulging arm as he treated the innocent cat's head like he was taking his anger out on a punching bag.
Primal Breakdown
I am so sick of this job and sick of practically being everyone's punching bag. i sick of people belittling me and taking advantage of me. i'm sick of being...human!
A Fox Finds Her Lion
At one point she began using a punching bag hanging in a corner of the gym and hitting it hard, each smack of her fist resounding through the gym.
Cutting to the Heart of the Matter
Not wanting to destroy anything in the house, or to obliterate her punching bag, suzanne crossed her arms and slammed onto the couch nearby. she grit her teeth and ground her claws. damned psychic. she probably controlled her human mentally.
Your Son's Coming Out
My eyes widened and my tail used the armrest of peter's couch as a punching bag for a moment while i let the deadpan declaration settle in. "he sent you an email?" i repeated. "sure," peter licked his lips.