Are you sure about this?

"Keep your elbows in, you need every bit of your muscle to work for you, not against you!" Tim encourages, watching over the only black skinned apprentice.

This boy, he goes by the name of Joyner Smith, a truly motivated boy and there's a thunder in his belly. He projects that thunder by hard work and not words, truly one of a kind.

Not uttering a word, the young man adjusts towards the said recommendation, giving a bit more of a thrust now, knowing that the Masked Crusher himself knows just what the hell he's uttering.

"Good." Jack nods behind him, satisfied and then walks towards the other fighter a few feet away, who's quite working on the long punching bag.

"I love your rage man, but try to balance your punches so we can turn your rage to progress." Afterwards, Jack grabs the man right on the fist, stopping him on the spot. "See, you have no balance."

And even pushes away pride to add, "If you had balance, you would have broken my wrist right now."