Breaking the Grip

I woke upside down in mid-air, locked in a tight grapple against another wrestler figure. My joints sparked with sudden power. Instead of remaining rigid, I tightened my core, flexed my forearms, and shifted my weight. With a firm, deliberate twist, I broke free from the locked hold and drove both feet down onto the textured leather below. Solid ground underfoot. I stood upright, braced my stance, and stared right ahead.