First Lockup

Energy hits my plastic frame like an electric charge. I feel the solid tension in my stance. Right in front of me, another competitor stands locked in position, leaning directly into my chest. Instinct takes over immediately. I tighten my grip around the back of his neck, driving forward with my right leg to test his balance. The fabric surface beneath my boots shifts slightly under the pressure. He holds his ground firmly, refusing to yield an inch. A real test of strength right out of the gate—just how it ought to be.