In a moment of genius I decided to sign up to a boxercise class at a local gym.
I walk into a room of gorgeous women and 1 man who happened to be the trainer.
He teacher played the “since you are our only guy” card and paired me with what can only be described as the soviet unions gold medal heavyweight champion of female boxing, complete with stereotypical mono brow, short hair and a body that would make the Cave troll from Moria ghost her on their first date.
It starts with me punching her mitts and her laughing about how small my arms are compared to hers.
Literally 2 minutes of hitting the brick wall that was Ulga the giant has my arms crippled.
Then it happens
“time to swap roles”
Finale Boss music starts to play(final fantasy 7 obviously) and a look of fear hits my face like a level 1 isekai character who is somehow meant to save the world but was only given the power of friendship and a rusty dagger.
With glee Ulga smiles with the look of a wolf after cornering a deer or a business owner looking at how much money they saved by not paying taxes this year.
She punched my mitt so hard that I punched myself in the face and was knocked out.
Its safe to say I didn’t return to that class.