He started with your standard straight punches that made a loud "thud" every time he connected. Then he began to move is body around, stick and move, stick and move like he was a real boxer. He was really getting into this! With growing fierceness he worked my upper, middle, and lower gut with straight punches, left and right hooks and even uppercuts to keep me guessing what was coming next. I can't tell you how much time passed, I was to busy having my insides pounded to hell to keep track. When my stomach resembled several shades of red he took a moment to catch his breath. Again neither one of us are or where muscle gods, so we needed or breaks. I could tell my voice was broken as hell, and sounded pathetic, but I had to keep my buddy fired up. It was his birthday after all. I told him "Is that it, my mother could hit for more". He laughed at me, and told me I was a little bitch and couldn't do any better. We both laughed and agreed. After he grabbed himself some water (he was sweating like crazy) he switched up his attack again. He stuck to straight punches for the stomach, but this time used side kicks (not every well considering we are both untrained fighters) to work my sides.
He was having a blast, and I was in hell of a lot of pain. But at least he was having fun right? After he was done kicking my sides, he moved on to quick fire punches. There where hooks, straight punches and I think upper cuts, they came so fast and to everywhere I couldn't keep track. He worked my stomach, my sides, and even my chest too, all keeping me putting up any kind of defense. Now that my body was broken, and bruised as I would later learn, he removed the duck tape and let me have a breather. I have no shame in saying my punk ass hit the ground. Damn I was hurting bad, but god damn was this an intense work out. One I would never forget too. After a min or so of letting me pretend I was recovering, he took off the boxing gloves picked me back up. "Yea bet you fell like a big man now don't you?" He said to me, trash talking apparently made the whole experience better for him. Knowing I couldn't offer up any resistance, he threw me around the room trash talking some more. I hit the wall a few times, and I remember him flipping me over and driving me down, but as for exact details, I really can't remember. Finally he picked me back up again and threw me back into the punching bag. He rapidly threw (or at least as fast as he could) punching right into my midsection while switching up with knees and uppercuts to keep me standing up. At one point he was holding me up while throwing upper cuts to the middle of my stomach to lifting me off the floor.
They hurt like hell too btw.