3.8 Sparring with Tyler (Thursday, Dec. 9, 1999)
Jessica partnered with Master H, and Tyler approached me. “You ready to wrestle?” he said, smiling. I got so swept up in his confidence that I forgot about his crooked teeth and shy demeanor that had preoccupied me earlier in the evening.
We bowed to each other and began to circle slightly, each waiting for the other to attack first. When Tyler didn’t make a move, I stepped forward to deliver a right-handed punch. Tyler swept it to his right, turning my back to him, and wrapped his left bicep and forearm around my neck. I felt his muscular body behind me but tried not to think about it. I tensed to elbow him in the solar plexus, but my elbow met with solid stomach muscles, not even fazing him. By that point, I felt myself gasping for air, my throat constricting, and I gripped his forearm with both hands. I summoned my body for strength to fight him off, but my knees felt weak. From far away, I heard Master H call, “Kalyeo,” again, and I was grateful.


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