Participants: Two
Type: Gut Punching, Pool action
Action Level: High
Extra Notes: None

Times are hard.
Bills don’t care.
And rent doesn’t wait.

Celtic is broke, when isn't he? He's out of options, out of luck, and standing empty handed when payment is due. Excuses fall flat. Sympathy runs thin. What follows isn’t mercy, nope it’s consequences, delivered the only way Dark Knights knows how.

Blunt. Direct. Relentless body shots.

Each gut punch lands with purpose, meant to fold him, drain him, and remind him exactly how deep he’s fallen. No knockout blows, no mercy just yet. Just punishment. Breath stolen again and again as he’s forced to stay upright and take it.

And when the land-based beating isn’t enough?

He’s hauled to the pool.

Water closes in. Balance disappears. The punches keep coming. That's right, gut punches underwater, where resistance is slower and every impact feels heavier. He’s dunked, dragged back up, hit again. The line between exhaustion and endurance gets thinner with every second.