My fists hunger for justice!

I was sparring with one our blue belts. I managed to sweep him with a cross pass counter, then the side and finally the mount.

Now, I often feel a little peckish when I’m at the gym, but as I mounted him my stomach really began to growl and I blurted out this:

Man, I’m hungry.

I was hungry.

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