"The easiest way I can explain it that it's pretty similar to what you watch on TV, but a lot more dangerous because there are virtually no rules and there's really nobody to mediate the match to ensure no dirty hits. Unfortunately, there'll be nights I'm going to come home a little roughed up, but it won't be anything too serious," he assured me, trying to play it off like it wasn't a big deal at all. He must've seen the horrified look in my eyes once he'd finished explaining because a worried expression took over his hesitant one.
I was though. Horrified, that is. Despite trying to seem nonchalant while telling me, there was no way in heck that what he's been doing is anywhere close to safe at all. What if someone decided to play dirty, as he'd mentioned, and brought a knife or some oth
