Sparring Matches
I think one of the biggest things I hate about last night is that I have nothing to show anyone about my spars with Trevor and Chris and how I totally wrecked their asses. Poor Trevor was shaking with tremors, red in the face and sweating to death before he finally tapped out after I threw him several times. Then Chris. There’s Chris sparring with me and me getting him in that leg lock and him trying to lay against my back and slip his arms around my neck but not having the reach for it. *insert reach and flexability joke* I’m really surprised Chris didn’t give up. I’d of felt bad if I broke his damned ankle. Well felt a little bad. We both work together and I tell him to hurt me at work all the time. If I’d of ended up being the one to hurt him that’d been pretty fucking hilaiorus in that sense that I got him before he got me.
Poor Trevor getting picked up in a headlock and thrown over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes into the endtable in the living room too. Oops. Everyone who participated in the spars last night are all brusied and exhausted.
My whole forearm is all bruised up from them grabbing at my wrist trying to pry my wrist loose from all the headlocks I had them in. My chest has bruises on it as well as the length of my arms. Different muscles in my thighs, core and shoulders are sore too. Oops.
Worth feeling like I got hit by a bus regardless. I can’t pass up a good sparring encounter. They’re so exillerating.












