In this one, I’m wearing MMA gloves and I’ve been given full permission to go all in — no holding back, no mercy. And trust me, I take that seriously. My only mission? To beat him up as much as I can. But of course, George doesn’t make it easy. He plays it smart, staying close, pressing into me constantly to crush my space and block my punches. Clever? Maybe. Infuriating? Definitely.

I get more and more frustrated as the match goes on — I just want to smash him, and he keeps making it difficult. That only fuels my fire. What follows is a sweaty, intense tangle of brute ****, dirty tactics, and pure willpower. He’s running on adrenaline. I’m running on pure rage and the desperate need to land some solid hits.

Let’s just say… he got what was coming to him. Eventually.