This is not my usual roll. In this intense sparring session, I’m wearing MMA gloves and strikes to the face and body are on the table. I’m hungry to land as much as I can — but that means I need distance. My partner knows it, and he’s doing everything to bury my space, stay tight, and wear me down. It’s a constant clash of strategy: my striking range vs. his pressure game.
Exhausting. Raw. Incredibly satisfying.
Welcome to controlled ferocity.