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Inspired by "FBI: Most Wanted" with Kellan Lutz as special agent Kenny Crosby, this is my fantasy of the ultimate gut punching scene for a movie.

Imagine the cops at their wit’s end because none of their proper interrogation techniques are making a cocky ruffian spill urgent information.

But just as the supervisor is about to walk out, the ruffian decides to play games with the cops...

Ruffian *leaning back on his chair*: “Wait. I’ll give you a chance. If any one of your agents can beat me in a punching contest - not a fight - I’ll answer all the questions you ask.”

Supervisor *turns around and gives a side-eye*: “What do you mean punching contest but not a fight?”

Ruffian: “Your agent takes three punches from me, and he must drop me in three punches. Both ways right at the navel only, all prepped up - no sucker punches.”

Supervisor *raises an eyebrow*: “And file a suit against us for putting you in hospital? I don’t think so.”

Ruffian: “Mutual injury waivers. But worry about your own agent instead.”

Supervisor: “We’ll see about that.”

The supervisor leaves (to set it up) and later returns with the agreement to be signed, which he places on the table.

Supervisor: “You’ll have your contest.”

Ruffian *laughs*: “Sure.”

The supervisor leaves again with the signed agreement and the ruffian continues to wait alone in the interrogation room.

After a while, the volunteer enters - their strongest agent, who is a tall muscular fighter.

Agent *folds his arms*: "Dude ya sure about this?"

Ruffian *looking the agent up and down*: “Big guy eh. Show me whatcha got.”

As the ruffian gets up and moves away from his seat, the agent turns to lock the door, walks over, then pushes the table along with its chairs aside.

Agent *rests his hands on his hips*: "Ok then, let's do it."

Ruffian *beckoning*: "Well take your shirt off."

The agent rolls his eyes, removes his shirt and chucks it on the floor.

Ruffian *grins and cracks his knuckles*: "Ready?"

Agent *clicks his tongue*: "Go for it."

The ruffian throws a solid punch at the agent's navel but it was like hitting a brick wall.

Ruffian *flinching*: “Huh?”

Agent *sneering*: “Pfft.”

The ruffian is flustered, forgetting to aim as he rushes to exert more force in his second and then third strike, which land on the agent's solar plexus - still with zero effect.

Ruffian *staring in disbelief*: “What the...”

Agent *patting his own abs*: "Tell ya what, try 3 more shots anywhere on the belly. A bonus just for ya."

The ruffian catches the hint that he failed to hit at the navel as agreed, but is too desperate to care or aim anymore, and proceeds to hammer the agent's muscled midsection thrice with all his might - with the same result again.

Ruffian *sighing*: “This is bullshit.”

Agent *scowling*: "Shirt off. My turn."

The ruffian nervously removes his shirt and tosses it towards the nearest chair.

Agent *mimicking the ruffian’s earlier taunt*: “Got some abs eh. Not gonna help though.“

The agent approaches the ruffian, who is intimidated and steps back instinctively.

Agent *leering*: "Woah where ya going man, stand still."

As the ruffian almost reaches the wall, an idea and excuse to save face came to mind.

Ruffian *pressing his bum against the wall*: “Just so I don’t lose my balance and fall. You know that doesn’t count.”

Agent *scoffing as he clenches his right fist and holds it against the ruffian’s bare navel”: "I know. And ya think ya can handle it right here, yes? Wrong, it’s gonna hurt bad."

Ruffian *tensing up tightly*: “You wish. Bring it.”

Agent *shrugs*: “Meh, I warned ya."

The agent pulls back and drives his fist right in at the same spot, breaking through the ruffian’s tensed abdomen and knocking all the wind out.

Ruffian *bending forward and clutching his gut*: "OOOF!!"

Agent *grabbing the ruffian’s wrists and hoisting them to straighten him up*: "3 hits, 1 down, 2 to go."

The agent then uses his left hand to press the ruffian’s wrists across the chest to hold him in place.

Ruffian *reeling*: “Hold it... you win...”

Agent *smirking*: “Nah, ya didn’t drop."

Ruffian *panting*: “But I... come on...”

Agent *pointing at the ruffian*: “Tense up, bro."

The ruffian is too out of breath to reply further so he can only obey and try to tense up as much as possible.

The agent delivers another devastating blow right at the ruffian’s navel, digging deep inside.

Ruffian *doubling over*: "OOOOMMPF!!!"

The ruffian drops to his knees and starts slobbering.

The agent's phone rings and he listens to the caller for a few seconds before hanging up, then goes to lift the ruffian to his feet and prop him upright against the wall.

However this time, the ruffian’s arms are kept up by being compelled to grasp the agent’s left hand which is gripping his neck.

Ruffian *groaning*: "No no, what’re you doing..."

Agent *smiles wryly*: "Break's over."

Ruffian *panicking*: "I’m floored - we're done."

Agent *winks*: “The deal says within 3 punches, not stop once ya drop.”

Ruffian *shaking his head quickly*: “That's enough or I won't talk.”

Agent *nodding*: "Notice that call earlier? Ya got nothing left to offer. Except your stomach which I'm gonna crush with this last shot, now tense up!"

Ruffian *tightening his six-pack frantically as hard as he can*: “You'll pay for this...”

Agent *glaring*: “Not before I see what ya had for lunch!”

The agent positions his right fist on target, pulls back, and finally uses his full strength to smash his fist straight into the terrified ruffian’s navel, squashing his intestines.

Ruffian: "OOOOOUUUUGGGHH!!!!"

The ruffian crumples to the ground in a fetal position, convulsing as he pukes his guts out while the agent goes to grab his shirt and walks out.