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Heart beating faster, breathing harder while fearlessly walking down the aisle. A sky blue trampoline, attached to a metal fence with a door around the ring and surrounded by a crowd of people cheering loudly. I thought of uncle Muhamad Ali. “How should I act? What do I have to do next? Relax! Just be yourself! Be you! Go with the flow!” As I stepped into the ring, I remembered the time when me and Beer, my cousin, used to watch WWE matches on DVDs and we would pretend to be wrestlers. “But this is real!” I felt like the ground was smoothly lifted up from the surface, the sound became quieter and quieter, all I could hear was myself. We slowly walked closer to each other. Scared but kept going, I aggressively punched directly at her face. We were fighting like we were performing a dance. I never felt like this before “A minute feels like an hour. I am feeling so weak right now, my energy deteriorated within a minute with what felt like colossal strength. She could just beat me by sitting on me! I need to get her down!” The reporter pulled us apart. As I stepped back, I spoke loudly whilst analysing, like a brain in its epistemophilia mode. “How will I get her down? Similar to a Japanese anime when Naruto discovered his wind power! She will definitely crush me like crunchy pistachio.” Sweat dripping, blood circulating fast, ears filled with exhausted breath, while inspecting this beastly body figure. ”How did I get here? I have to get this right! this is my last chance! I’m giving all I have in one go!” “Alright!” A tall, dark athletic man slowly moved closer towards the middle of the ring. A sunray stroked over his bamboo brown tanned skin as he held a microphone, he raised his arm and started the countdown. “3!...” Through the shrilling sound of the crowd, voices shouting out. “Muay Thai! Muay Thai! Muay Thai!”, “...2!...” Reminiscing how we met, this began in the hot summer in 2016, Ayia Napa; filled with the salty smell, people are friendly and mysterious. Many alleys in a small town, filled with bars, clubs, restaurants, hotels, shops and different beaches nearby. I met Charlotte on my first day in an outdated apartment by Mr Frogs disco club. She was pale, overweight with shoulder’s length hair. She had some money issues, I helped her and stopped. I explained, “You need to get a job!” I discontinued our friendship after finding out, she talked behind my back. Until earlier this morning, I was woken by Jesse one of my roommates “Yo! You’ve been called!”. Alisha shouted over “All three of us are fighting!”. I was outraged at Charlotte and exhausted from sleeplessness. People were drinking while being entertained by four topless men covered in a sweat if not mistaken with blood. Charlotte slowly walked up behind and quietly said: “Are you sure, Do you really want to do this?”. I replied without a blink “Yeah! Definitely! I want to get my 50Euros!”. And now... here we are... fighting... “...1!...” “1!” I quickly ran over, jump-punched her face and speedily swung my left arm (I’m left-handed) around her neck like a billhook. Tightly I held her down while kneeling slowly. “Tighter! She’s gonna get out! No! No! No!” I held her tighter and tighter while sturdily pressing her down onto this sky blue gore-tex. “I can’t hold her any longer! I felt like I’m melting! Suddenly, a sound of cheering from the crowd. I let her go. The man with a microphone grabbed my hand “The winner is …” and raised my arm “Somruethai!”. Friendship is about being able to push each other to become a better person. I stand for feminism and as a woman, I have the right to protect my reputation. Women are powerful in different ways. I would not do this again but I did enjoy a luxurious dish with that 50Euros. Charlotte the tote bag should have filled her own bag with her own ability!