"Sijak (she-jack) begin!" The referee lifts his hand & backs out of the ring. The fight begins & I really go for it. I watch my opponent carefully, my eyes trained on her face as I slyly analyse the movements of her feet through the corner of my eye. Where she goes I go. I kick, block, lunge, step, counter, close her off, everything. I do every thing I can think of despite the pain. I stumble and miss but that only adds fuel to the fire, as anger drives me on. "Charyot ( char-ee-ot ) break!" And the fight is over. As I leave the ring I feel proud because I didn't miss out on anything.