Stretching the Knuckles

The stiffness snapped right out of my elbows. I rolled my shoulders back, set my boots firmly against the smooth wooden grain, and felt strength rush through every joint. Ready for action! Looking down, I spotted another figure lying motionless beside my feet with an arm thrown up. I took one solid step forward, reached out, and tapped his raised plastic fist with my own knuckles. No response yet, but the match has officially started. I am standing tall, grounded and fully in command of the ring.