ATTACK DAY! ...was yesterday.

You stand there with your shaking hands, and your knees knocking, waiting for the impact. All of a sudden, he's there, and has you in a bear hug from behind. Your bloodcurdling screams echo off the walls of the gym. He puts you in a headlock, and you try and turn to face him, to get out of it, you claw helplessly at his face. You rack your brain, trying to remember what to do. A memory of you and your friend practising elbowing each other in the faces flashes blurredly in your head. He doesn't feel a thing because he is wearing complete body padding and a mask. The brawl has progressed to thrashing around on the ground, and you're both struggling to have the upper hand. You've lost, and he's in power. You're on the floor with him over you, and you're trying as hard as you can not to let him sit on and straddle you. The attempt is useless. You thrust your hips up to get him to fall forward. He does. You grab his arm like previously instructed, and have a go at rolling over on your shoulder to sit up. Your weak endeavor fails, repeatedly. Your friends are shouting advice at you from the sidelines, but they seem to be 2000 light years away. Finally, you throw him off. He gets back on. You're exhausted, and you remember to scream again, but your protesting throat is in pain. Again, your shoulder roll is effective, and you attack his face to get him off you. Success, you think. He has your leg. You kick, and shake him off productively, but before you can take a step, he's got your other foot. You trip, and roll over twice. Your legs are free, but in a split second, he's got you again. You're too tired to do anything, your breaths are uneven and heavy, but you've got to fight. You roll over again in desperation, and this time you scurry away fearfully before he can grab you again.