I frowned. “What, me? In there?” I pointed to the ring, the walls made of black chain link fencing. “That looks like something out of a Mad Max movie.”
He smiled. “Come on. I'll show you what I do, but you have to promise not to hurt me.”
He sat down on a metal bench that was next to the ring, took off his hat and toed off his boots and socks. He was serious, so I slipped off my flip flops. Leading me up the steps to the elevated fighting ring, he let me step in the ring first. The floor was firm, but it had a little give. “I have no idea what to do.”
“Okay, so you want to stand like this and put your hands up in fists, here and here.” He stood beside me, and I copied his stance. “Good.”
He moved to face me, hands up like mine. “Punch me.”
My eyes widened, and I dropped my arms. “Are
