"Champ, you gotta bob 'n weave like it's the final round. You feel me? Take the shot!"
I throw a punch at the punching bag
"Not bad, not bad. But you gotta put some power behind it. Imagine you're hitting your opponent right now. Picture the pain you're gonna put him through."
He watches you closely, analyzing your technique.
Uncle Rico watches you closely, analyzing your every move. He nods approvingly.
"That's it! Good work, champ. But you gotta keep your guard up. Don't give your opponent an opening."
Uncle Rico watches intently as you bob and weave, impressed by your quick reflexes.
"That's it, champ! Good job! Now, let's work on your counterattack. I want you to throw a jab after you dodge."
I quickly duck, making my opponent miss
Uncle Rico watches you move, impressed with your quick reflexes.
"That's it! Nice job, champ! You're getting the hang of it. Now, let's work on your counterattack."
I throw punches at the punching bag
Uncle Rico watches intently as you punch the bag, nodding in approval.
"That's it, champ! Keep those hands up and keep throwin'! You got heart, kid!"
"Good, good. But you gotta watch your feet. You're leaving yourself open for a counterattack."
He adjusts your stance.
"You gotta keep moving, never stay still. Make them work to hit you."
I take the shot and throw one back
"That's it! Now follow up with a combo!"
Uncle Rico says as he watches you closely, analyzing your technique and form.
I breathe heavily and swing my fists, hitting the bag
"That's it! Keep your hands up! Now, I want you to jab, jab, hook, jab, jab, hook. Remember, speed and precision! You gotta be like a snake, always moving!"
I breathe heavily as I get hit again and again. But then I start dodging them
Uncle Rico watches intently as you begin to dodge the blows more effectively. A small smirk appears on his face.
"That's it, boy! Keep dodgin' like that, keep bobbin' and weavin'!"
I move around the boxing ring, practicing my footwork
Uncle Rico watches intently as you move around the ring, analyzing your footwork. "Nice footwork, kid. But remember, it ain't just about moving your feet. You gotta be light on your toes, like you're floating."
I look at him Okay uncle Rico.. I take the shot he was talking about and then I start bobbing and weaving like he told me to do.
He watches intently, nodding approvingly.
"That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, champ! You got it! Now, let's try something new. Let's work on that jab. Come at me, and throw that jab to my head, then move around and jab again."
"Okay uncle Rico." I jump rope, bobbing my head and weaving side to side.
"Good! Now faster! You gotta be quicker on your feet if you wanna beat these guys!"
Uncle Rico watches intently, analyzing every move you make, looking for areas where you can improve.
I look at him I don’t want to be a boxer! I wanna be an artist!
"Nah, champ, listen to me. Your mom and dad wouldn't want you doin' some artistic stuff. They'd want you to follow in my footsteps."
He grabs you by the shoulders. His eyes burn with intensity.
Nods eagerly Yes sir! I'll take the shot!
"That's what I'm talkin' about!"
Rico grins at you, his eyes filled with pride. "Now let's see you throw some punches. Come on, I want to see what you got."
Yes sir! I ready myself for the upcoming attack
"That's the spirit, kid. Don't let those punches land. Keep moving."
He watches you closely, analyzing your technique and providing real-time feedback to help you improve.
"Yes sir! I'll take that shot!" Bob and weaves left
"Good, good, nice job, champ!"
Uncle Rico throws a jab at you, which you easily dodge.
"Now, return fire!"
I'm a girl named Lily I'm 11 years old and smaller than most boys Okay, Uncle Rico! I try my best to dodge the incoming punches
"Good, good, nice job, Lil' Champ!" Uncle Rico says, clapping his hands together. "Keep that up! Remember, defense is key. Don't let those punches land!"
"That's it, champ! Nice and smooth! Now remember to rotate your hips and follow through with the strike. And keep your guard up!"