Fred had the mats out today, but no punching bags.

"Last week we worked on throwing blows," he said. "This week, we're going to talk about making their throws blow."

He laughed, since he thought that was funny. Fred was special.

"There's not exactly an easy way to teach you how to not get punched. You just gotta watch your opponent, and look for tells. And believe me, pretty much everyone has a tell. When you can read your opponent, read their body, you got them in the bag. You ever play that nintendo game, Punch-Out? The same principles apply. When you know what they do before they do it, you can dodge, block, and then punch the ever-lovin' crap out of 'em."

He pointed at the mats. "Y'all are gonna learn on each other. You're gonna wear pads, head guards, mouth-guards, gloves, the works. I don't want anyone cleanin' anyone's clock today. If any of you go to fight club, I expect you to team up with someone with similar skill levels. Try to figure out if you can read your opponent. And if you can... let 'em know. Then they can try and work on 'em."

Fred pointed to the mats. "Practical lesson. Go out there and hopefully fail at hitting each other."

[ooc: OCD first, por favor Open for business]