Victory, I wondered? I knew it wasn’t over yet but my confidence was building. A new sense of energy was about me as I dropped a couple of lighter punches into the guy’s cheek, and his arms moved from a cover position and I knew it was my chance he was wide open but not for long he was planning something. I felt an elbow strike me across the same eye that had been hit earlier. I felt the blood start to ooze and I smashed a hammer fist downward, followed by another, and another. After every swing, the next one was thrown more forcefully, my body twisting more and more, using the rotation from my hips to exert every ounce of force I could muster. Before I knew it the referee was down at our level and called it. Even though neither one of us was in serious danger and neither one of us was really hurt other than a few bruises and a cut, it was over.
This was the most serious training session in my life. But not only was it a trying experience. Thud our gloves knocked together and a smile appeared on both of our faces. We were happy. There was no winner, was no loser. We were content. We were exhausted but had learned the lesson, we were no longer fearful, and the training had shown through.
But even through the “violence”, we were completely friendly after the bout. We laughed, joked, and even still train together today. We have forever made a friendship that is stronger than words. We are friends, who have known each other for a long time and know each other’s strength and weaknesses; we know each other and can trust each other. So a bloodthirsty sport? I think not. I have learned to accept a broader range of people, to never underestimate people, and more over to befriend anyone possible and to be a better person. (HOME)
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