Bakster curled up into a ball as carson entered the room, he had realized what had happened, he heard the conversation and knew his taunting could wait, no matter how easy it could be. Instead carson decided to leave, he told Bakster and put on his jacket and ran home. Bakster took a while to come back to life. He sighed as he went to the heavy bag. He hated lying, and if he lost Juliette as a friend he would be devastated. He began to punch but never got to powerful of a hit. His life had resent;y gone down hill, he was being bullied by different sports drinks to do commercials for them, and the amount of hate mail he got from people who were rooting of his opponent was rising, just as his spirit was dropping. The only thing he cared about was his mma life, he want to become an actor so people would put less pressure on him for any faults in his style. He hated people that made jokes about the amount of times he got trapped in a wrestling match, he hated grabs and was souly a striker.