Walking into the building, the familiar smell of sweat immediately hits my nose. I make my way to the bench and throw my pads on the ground in front of me. While I throw on the knee pads, crossing the straps in my nonuniform manor, Charvey enters the building and immediately proceeds to strap up. Checking the straps to make sure they are correctly tightened, you make your way to the mat. I follow, stumbling over another opponents bag. I’m so uncoordinated. You take the time to stretch and plan out your planof attack, while I stand there tapping my foot impatiently. The bell rings and immediately, I spring into action. My left arm shoots straight out and connects with the palm of your hand as you carelessly throw it back to my side. Lucky..I aimlessly throw my left leg at you, but you’re smarter than that. I brace myself for the fall as you simply slide your right leg behind you to rob me of the only stability I had at the moment. I was so fired up, I REFUSE TO LOSE! I throw punch after punch, only to have you stand there as though you were absorbing my hits. The next punch has got to hurt! So I shoot my arm out, but wait..your right arm was already cocked back?? Oh no… Releasing all the energy I have, I strike. Like a frog’s tongue, your left arm shoots out and smacks my flimsy arm away from you. My chest is practically a bulls eye for your fist. Your fist connects with my chest, stealing the only air I had left. I wake up to you standing over me. You reach to help me, I don’t know why because I would have left you there. I guess that’s why we are so different..
