Clear the Ring

You said 'good,' so I stepped up the training. I climbed off the couch and took over the wooden coffee table. A plastic water bottle was standing right in the center like an undefeated champion. I didn't hesitate. I lowered my stance, charged across the flat surface, and drove my foam dart right into its side. The hollow pop echoed across the room as it tipped and crashed over. The ring is clear now. I'm standing right in the middle, waiting for whatever bad guy thinks they can take my title.