One, two, three. Fight.

The karate tournament. Something he's been training so hard for. It's finally came.

"Face each other."

 He faces his opponent.

"Bow." 

They bow. 

"Begin!" 

Now they're both in their stances. Andre is the first to strike, giving a snap-kick. 

Which got blocked. 

The more they progressed into the fight, was the more the guy stalled. Weaving hits, and blocking. Never striking. 

It aggravated the heck out of Andre.

Block. Block. Weave. It just never ended.

Is this even a fight!

Aggression is quick to overtake Andre's senses. Nothing but a brute now. As time wedged on, so did the anger that accompanies Andre's focus. In fact, so much anger had clouded his mind that he hadn't realized the method his opponent had been using. 

He's warn-out.

 Andre's only option is to fall back into defense while his competitor gets to play offense. 

Now the prick finally makes a move. Starting it off, the-prick-of-an-opponent backwards snap-kicks right into the middle of Andre's unguarded rib-cage.

"Point!"

Teeth grits as Andre makes a fit of his loss, pounding the mat with his foot angrily. 

They ready back up. Getting back into their stances for round two.

Taking a breath, preparing himself for anything, Andre takes a step forward. Making eye contact. Showing no fear. Letting the anger empower him. That's all I have to do, he told himself.

The tension in the atmosphere got real. And the opponents first strike took a blow on Andre's confidence.

"Point." The ref calls. "Both of you, go to your sensei's."

Andre heads to his. Glowering at his team, as they too gave him a look just as venomous. It all depended on him. He new that, and they new that.

The Sensei huddles over to him. "Andre, get your head in the match, you got only one more time to screw-up and it'll all be over. Focus. You hear? get back out there and show them what your made of." 

And with that, Andre meets back out on the mat and ready's himself into a stance.

"Fight!"