Just something I've had in my head for a while that finally decided to come out on paper.
Okay, here's the scenario I imagine this pic taking place in:
Blitz is in his room alone, having just showered and puts on his best speedo of brightest red, and then admires himself in a full-length mirror, posing and flexing, complimenting himself and making kissy faces and whatnot.
Just then, a knock comes at the door.
Annoyed at being interrupted during his "Me Time", the Doberman doesn't even bother to put on a robe as he goes over to the door. He opens it impatiently, only to find to his surprise none other than Torakichi, who's wearing nothing but a fundoshi.
The Brindle Akita, with a serene smile on his face, calmly but firmly pulls back his fist and slams it forward right into Blitz's belly, knocking all the wind out of him.
The Doberman's knees buckle, and he starts to crumble to the floor-
-only Tora scoops him up, and slings him almost effortlessly over his shoulder, before walking down the hall.
And that's all I got.
Blitz (c) WB