Do your own thing

The day after, you gave Clarissa a call and told her you’d try to train by yourself from then on. While she was clearly disappointed, she understood your reasons. Though the thing she said before she hung up got your mind thinking:

“Call me once you lose your first skirmish.”

Maybe Clarissa was bluffing about the dirty tactics so she could feel you up, which made you dirty just thinking about it. You weren’t about to lose your virginity to a woman, let alone a trainer who couldn’t keep her hands to herself.

Then again she might not have been bluffing after all. Either way, you decided to continue your usual cardio sessions, in addition to practicing the few moves Clarissa taught you. Hopefully it would be enough to help you in your first skirmish match.

Soon enough, you got a text letting you know the location of your first match-up: a medium sized workout room at your college, not unlike the one you trained with Clarissa in. Apparently the room was reserved and set up specifically for the tournament. Besides you and your opponent, three judges would be there to oversee your match and record the result.

The thought of your first match filled with you with anxiety, but you were sure you’d prove Clarissa wrong. No way you’d lose on your first skirmish, right?

...Right?