Who's the Predator, and who's the Pussy?

Today I get to get on the mat with Dak Ramsey for Naked Kombat..... Hardly slept last night trying to remember, my training from my coach in high school wrestling, as well as my training from my dojo in martial arts, and my boxing trainer. The boxing probably won't be very useful today, since I'm not allowed to hit his face, but the martial arts should be. A friend asked if I was nervous about it.... and I'm not really. But I do want to prove to myself, that I'm not that scared nerdy kid, that I was when I was younger.... It's got to be a 'guy' thing. What is about fighting that signifies to other males that you aren't a pussy? As an adult, no one measures your success by your fighting ability... but it always comes back to the animal confrontation, horns clashing, and scrapping in the schoolyard, that's supposed to signify that you're the bigger man. I'm trying to stay conscious of the fact, that this is just a scene being played out.... to have fun with it. But part of me can't help to want to win. Part of me wants to growl loudly, and part of me... wants to smack talk and say, "Hey pussy boy, I just dropped the gauntlet.... wanna pick that up?" It's going to be a challenge to keep myself centered while I'm in the match, and not lose sight that intellect and skill, goes just as far in a fight, as strength and power. Hopefully, using all of my skills will help me win.... and get to fuck Dak's tight little ass..... GRRRR!!!