It was absolutely no game going fist to fist with Corbin at the gym.
I accepted his offer to help me out with defensive training and I was completely stuck on a cloud of awe with the way he was staying in control. I thought he had self-control outside of a ring only to be proven wrong.
He was fast on his feet.
Controlled his punches.
I seriously wanted to see what he looked like when he had to fight his opponent.
I kept evading his punches, throwing a few of my own but didn’t give anything away that I was actually taking Brazilian Ji-Jitsu classes. It would be a bit rude to reject his offer to help me out.
I was always petrified of the idea of Tucker finding me and tackling me to the ground, using his strength to overpower me by pressing me into the floor where I can do nothing.
