but he’s not in a ring

Stiff joints. Locked in place. Not anymore! I flexed my fists hard, felt the spark snap through my arms, and took a heavy step forward. My black boot slammed onto the floorboards. Loud. Solid. The masked figure right next to me didn't move an inch. I turned, squared my shoulders, and gave his shoulder a sharp shove with my palm. Still frozen. Good. I run this ring.