(ooc: Written in collaboration with [@SheriffLlama])
    Chess cracked his knuckles staring across the mat at his opponent, he couldn't say he'd ever fought anyone this big but you know what they said there was a first for everything. He wiped the small amount of sweat that began to accumulate on his forehead and got in position. In his head he was thinking of different ways to even approach the boy, he ran through sweeping the boys legs but that wasn't gonna happen without a lot of effort. Soft points, everyone had their weak points, Goliath was felled with a single stone, Chess hoped this would work. 
	He charged at Mason full speed throwing all of his weight forward as they neared the middle of the ring Chess sent a shot out at Mason’s throat he jumped connecting and suddenly stopped there. Chess squirmed but felt like he was stuck in the Krakens own grip. He looked into the eyes of his opponent “Shit”. 
	Mason’s attack was far less tactically oriented than Chess’ - he grabbed the smaller boy as he threw the punch, turned 180 degrees, and sent a heavy punch straight into his jaw, leaving him to roll to the edge of the mat. Chess saw lights as he hit the mat with a yelp, he looked up feeling like a freight train had just hit him directly in the face. Chess looked up to see the bigger boy closing the gap he had just created. It felt like Mason was the invincible super villain at the end of the hardest video game. You can’t lose cause of some huge Goliath of a person. Lose because he was better. 
	Chess jumped off his ass and onto his feet running at the bigger boy in his slow ascent forward, just when he got in reach he dropped to one knee sending an elbow directly at the boys grown. He slid until a brutal impact and stood up fist ready to meet Mason’s chin. 
	Mason received both blows with a good bit of pain in their respective areas. He briefly stumbled, but regained his foothold, glaring daggers at Chess. That was dirty… Mason cracked his neck - if Chess wanted to play dirty, he’d play the same way. He turned and threw a heavy punched, and then rushed him like a bull, trying to pin him on the ground, but Chess tried to break free immediately putting both his feet on Mason’s chest and grabbing him by his ears he head butted him with all his force right in the other boys nose sending his head back. Chess took this moment to launch up off Mason’s chest kicking him in the chin as he spun backwards, landing there feeling blood dripping from his face he fell to his knees as his head began to spin. He shook his head trying to clear it.
	The room grew dark in his peripheral vision, and all he could see was the other boy. How are you still standing. Chess thought to himself.
	As Mason staggered to the ground, black spots dotted his vision, and he could’ve sworn his vision had gone red for a split-second. He shook his head and his eyes cleared, though his surrounding were slightly out of focus. The larger boy stood his full height and glared at Chess. He felt a bit of anger rising in his chest, but he did his best to suppress it. He pushed off the ground with his right foot and charged Chess, slamming into him and sending him to the ground.
	Before he could get to his feet, Mason knelt down, putting a hand on his chest. He straddled the smaller boy and pulled his elbow back, then released a hard punch into his jaw. Then a second - then a third. Before he threw the fourth, he saw blood had risen to the surface of Chess’ face. He breathed hard and searched the kid’s eyes for a sign that he was going to fight back.
	Chess’ eyes flicked wide for a brief moment and he sent one last shot up into Mason’s throat this time with his fingers bent leaving two main pressure points. He lost consciousness and woke up with blood drying on his face. The other boy he had fought from Till threw a towel on him and walked off laughing.
As mason regained his breathed from Chess’ last hit, he stood to his feet. Sweat beaded down and stung his eyes, and blood dripped from his right nostril. He glared briefly at sky, turned, and walked off the mat. He pushed past a couple recruits and slammed the doors open, heading towards the bathrooms.