Darren's blog

When it comes to any kind of fight, really—trash talk is almost always part of the game. It’s that electric back-and-forth that gets the adrenaline pumping and sets the stage for what’s about to go down. But here’s the thing: while a little verbal sparring can be exciting, there’s definitely a smart way to do it that keeps things fun and respectful while being a jerk.

Trash Talk keeps the mood alive and can even get in their head a bit. But when it gets too personal, it starts to lose its charm real quick.

While you might feel the urge to go for the jugular, There is a few things to keep in mind such as

No Low Blows: This isn’t just about fighting; it's also about pride. Insulting someone’s family, background, or anything really personal is a no-go. It can escalate things from friendly rivalry to full-on hostility. Or maybe causing people to lose respect on you as a fellow fighter. Don't set yourself too low.

Or perhaps you can keep it classy
as there's a fine line between funny and offensive. When trash talk crosses into mean territory, it can turn the whole vibe sour. Nobody wants to deal with unnecessary drama—humor is your best friend here!

And always respect the fight, Everyone’s out there doing their thing. Respect your opponent's skills, even if you’re trying to throw them off. Acknowledge they’ve got something that got them to this point, even if you’re ready to take them down.

At the end of the day, fights are about proving who’s got the skills on game—not about destroying someone’s self-esteem, showing who got the better trashtalk skills. After it’s all said and done, apologise ( might be hard for people with high ego) but a simple sorry could really do a lot as a way to show respect if you ever felt you crossed the line. Defending your offensive words really doesn't help it in any kind of way.

Trash talk might fire everyone up, but it shouldn’t be the reason for bad blood.So, next time you find yourself gearing up for a showdown, remember to keep it fun, keep it respectful, and know when to throw in the towel on the jabs. There’s plenty of room for a good roast, but always leave some respect in the ring (or street). That way, everyone walks away ready for the next round!

Ryan arrived home and immediately parked his motorcycle on the porch. He headed straight to the dining table, opened the rice container, and transferred all the rice to a plate. The plate was piled high with rice—he had emptied the entire container. He devoured five pieces of chicken with great enthusiasm. After finishing the rice, he still felt hungry and opened the fridge to make instant noodles—four packs of fried noodles and four eggs. He cooked them to fill his still-growling stomach. He ate voraciously until his mother noticed and approached him.

**Mom:** "Son, where have you been? Why are you just getting home? And where’s your shirt? Why are you all bruised?" she asked, touching Ryan’s shoulder as he sat eating his noodles. She looked both confused and shocked.

**Ryan:** "Just the usual, Mom. Had some fun," Ryan replied casually.

His mom noticed a foul smell coming from him.

**Mom:** "Go take a shower! You smell terrible, son."

**Ryan:** "Later, Mom. I’m starving right now," he said, still enthusiastically eating his noodles.

**Mom:** "Oh my, what’s wrong with you?"

Ryan ignored his mom and quickly finished his meal. He then hurried to his room, removing his torn uniform pants. In his room, Ryan looked in the mirror and saw the bruises Samuel had left on him.

Ryan spoke to his reflection, flexing his muscles.
"That fight earlier was pretty intense. Damn, it’s the first time my face and body are this bruised. That Samuel is a beast! He hits hard and doesn’t back down. He’s strong, I’ll give him that!" He sniffed his own body.
"I do stink, but the adrenaline from the fight was amazing. Damn it! I have to win next time—no matter what! I’ll set an alarm for 8 PM so I don’t oversleep."

Ryan yawned. He couldn’t fight his drowsiness any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, at 1:00 PM, Ryan woke up and was shocked when he saw the time.
**Ryan:** "My fight with Samuel! Damn it! How did I oversleep?"

He grabbed his phone and was surprised to see his group chat flooded with messages. Starting Monday, school would be suspended indefinitely due to a sudden pandemic outbreak in the country.
**Ryan:** "What? School’s canceled? Ugh, whatever! I need to find Samuel’s contact."

Ryan searched for Samuel’s number but couldn’t reach him. He then called Mike, a school friend.

**Ryan:** "Mike, do you have Samuel’s contact?"
**Mike:** "Ryan, school’s canceled starting tomorrow. We’re not allowed to leave the house."
**Ryan:** "I don’t care! I need to find Samuel."
**Mike:** "Wait, you two are friends now?"
**Ryan:** "Gross! We had a fight scheduled yesterday, but I overslept. Now there’s this lockdown because of the pandemic!"

The city was in a red zone, requiring a total lockdown.

**Mike:** "You fought Samuel? That’s insane! Let me video call you."
**Ryan:** "Yeah. We went two rounds yesterday!" Ryan answered the video call and showed Mike his bruised body.
**Mike:** "That’s crazy! I wish I could’ve watched! Why didn’t you tell me? It must’ve been epic—muscle vs. muscle, evenly matched!"
**Ryan:** "I’ll let you know when things calm down. But if you have Samuel’s contact, let me know!"
**Mike:** "This is so exciting! I’m pumped!"

The call ended, and Ryan noticed a message from his mom on WhatsApp. She had left last night to join his dad out of town, leaving Ryan alone during the lockdown.

Ryan rushed out of his room to eat. That day, he spent his time working out at home to combat boredom. By nightfall, his phone rang. Someone was video calling him. When he answered, it was Samuel. Both were eager to talk.

**Samuel:** "Hey! Where have you been, you idiot?"
**Ryan:** "Where have *you* been? I tried calling you, but you were unreachable. Did you chicken out?"
**Samuel:** "Don’t talk nonsense! My phone broke during our fight yesterday. I forgot it was in my pocket!"
**Ryan:** "What now? I can’t beat you up!"
**Samuel:** "I didn’t show up last night, idiot! I overslept!"
**Ryan:** "Same here! That’s why I was trying to contact you, but now there’s this damn lockdown!"

Their conversation grew heated.

**Samuel:** "Dude, you stink! I haven’t showered either, and it’s getting worse!"
**Ryan:** "I’m not showering on purpose, you pig! I’m saving it for our fight!"
**Samuel:** "Haha, get ready with your weapons. You won’t make me surrender!" Samuel taunted.
**Ryan:** "Shut up! If it weren’t for the lockdown, I’d come over and finish you!" Ryan clenched his fists.
**Samuel:** "Get those muscles ready! Let’s go heavyweight—you dare?"
**Ryan:** "Who’s scared? This lockdown is our chance to level up!"
**Samuel:** "100 kg!"
**Ryan:** "Deal! 100 kg of pure muscle!"
**Samuel:** "Wait till I hit 100 kg. I’ll destroy you!"
**Ryan:** "Keep talking! We’ll see who gets destroyed!"

They ended the call in frustration. Ryan muttered to himself, "Just wait, Samuel. You’ll be done by the third round!"

Ryan was highly motivated. During the pandemic, he trained relentlessly. He ordered all his supplies online. The lockdown forced everyone to stay home, so Ryan spent his days alone, working on himself.

Days turned into weeks, and Ryan’s body underwent a significant transformation. He grew more confident and stronger. His muscles bulged, and at 18 years old, he weighed 100 kg. The pandemic had lasted five months, and during that time, Ryan rarely cleaned himself. His hair and beard grew wild, and none of his clothes fit anymore, so he stopped wearing shirts. His house was a mess, with protein drink containers and food wrappers scattered everywhere.

One day, Ryan looked in the mirror.
**Ryan:** "100 kg!" he said, flexing his muscles. "I need to clean up my hair and beard." He followed a YouTube tutorial to groom himself.

With a fresh look, Ryan tried on his old clothes, but none fit. Even his school uniform was too small. His body had grown massive and powerful, but he still couldn’t find Samuel’s contact. Samuel hadn’t reached out either.

Eventually, the pandemic ended, and schools reopened. Ryan returned to school, but Samuel wasn’t there. During the pandemic, Samuel’s family had moved to a safer area. Ryan was disappointed but also proud of his transformation.

A year later, Ryan graduated and decided to attend college in another city. He moved into a dorm called Cactus Hub. The dorm was unpopular due to a past murder case, but Ryan chose it because it was close to his campus. He was the only resident, with five empty rooms.

Every day, Ryan used the front yard to work out, setting up heavy equipment. A week later, a new resident moved into the room across from his. Returning from class, Ryan noticed new workout equipment outside the neighbor’s room.

**Ryan:** "Not bad. The weights look similar to mine," he muttered, glancing at the neighbor’s room.

One Sunday, loud music blared from the neighbor’s room, waking Ryan. Annoyed, he stormed out, shirtless, and knocked on the door.

**Ryan:** "Hey! Keep it down! You’re disturbing me!"

The neighbor didn’t answer immediately, as he was in the shower. Frustrated, Ryan knocked harder. Finally, the door opened, and Ryan was stunned—it was Samuel! Both stood shirtless, wearing only boxers, staring each other down.

**Ryan:** "Samuel! Finally, you’re right in front of me!"
**Samuel:** "Ryan! This is what I’ve been waiting for!"

Without another word, they lunged at each other. The fight was brutal—punches, kicks, and grapples filled the air. Ryan landed a solid uppercut, sending Samuel stumbling back. Samuel retaliated with a spinning elbow, but Ryan ducked and countered with a devastating body shot.

The fight spilled into the yard, where they used whatever they could find as weapons. Ryan grabbed a metal pipe, but Samuel disarmed him with a swift kick. Samuel then picked up a wooden plank and swung it at Ryan, who blocked it with his forearm, shattering the plank.

Ryan, fueled by adrenaline, tackled Samuel to the ground. They rolled around, each trying to gain the upper hand. Finally, Ryan managed to pin Samuel down, locking him in a schoolboy pin position.

**Ryan:** "Give up, Samuel! It’s over!", while using both of his hand landing punches on Samuel face

Samuel struggled, his face turning red, his face started to smeared with bloods from the fresh cut visible on his cheeks and eyebrows.but he couldn’t break free. Ryan becomes more wild when he sees his fist covered with Samuel blood and goes harder. With a final gasp, Samuel definitely can't take it anymore and knocked out by Ryan with no response.

Ryan noticed it and released him and stood up, breathing heavily. Samuel lay on the ground, unconscious with pretty bloody face. Ryan took a sit next to Samuel body with heavy gasp for air yet grinning as he finally defeated his nemesis. A couple minutes pass by and Samuel regain his consciousness and looked at Ryan.

**Samuel:** "You got me this time, you son of bitch. But this isn’t over."

**Ryan:** "Anytime, anywhere. I know I can beat your ass again"

Ryan helped Samuel to get on his feet and they shook hands, but their rivalry starts burning but with a newfound purpose.

Ryan had finally won, but he knew Samuel would be back for revenge as they have the whole dorm for just themself for the future.

Me.Johnson lay sprawled on the floor. Samuel and Ryan were still wrestling and arguing with each other. Not long after, they stopped fighting. Both stood facing each other, wiping the blood off their faces while glaring at one another. The argument continued!

Ryan: “Hey, you useless piece of trash! You’re the one who should take Mr. Johnson to the hospital!” he said, pointing directly at Samuel.

Samuel: “Why the hell should I? It was your dumbass elbow that hit Mr. Johnson’s face!” he retorted, shoving Ryan’s finger away.

Ryan: “Shut your mouth, you coward! You’re all bark and no bite!”

Samuel: “Where the hell are you going, you spineless loser?! You don’t want to take responsibility for anything!”

Ryan: “Screw you! I’m getting water for Mr. Johnson in case he wakes up. You take him to the front of the classroom, you fucking moron!” Ryan said as he walked away from the field.

Samuel carried Mr. Johnson to the edge of the school terrace.

Meanwhile, Ryan went looking for a nearby stall to buy drinks. When he arrived at the stall:

Ryan: “Ma’am, I’d like the largest bottle of Aqua, please.” He grabbed the drink from the shelf.

Stall Lady: “Sure, dear. That’ll be 5.00 Dollar”

Ryan handed over the money, and the stall lady looked startled as she noticed Ryan was shirtless, sweaty, and had some bruises on his face.

Stall Lady: “What happened, dear? Why is your face bruised, and why are you so sweaty? Where’s your uniform?”

Ryan: “Just the usual, ma’am… defending my pride,” he said with a smile.

Stall Lady: “Do you want some ice for the bruises?”

Ryan: “No, thank you, ma’am. It doesn’t hurt. It’s nothing serious. I’ll be on my way now,” he said, hurrying back to the school field.

When Ryan returned to the school, he approached Samuel and Mr. Johnson on the terrace. Mr. Johnson was still unconscious, and Samuel was trying to massage his legs. Ryan opened the water bottle and quickly drank it all in one go. Samuel noticed and snapped:

Samuel: “Hey, you selfish bastard! Where’s the water for Mr. Johnson? You drank it all, you brainless idiot!”

Ryan: “It’s my damn drink, you moron! Mind your own business! Besides, you’ve been massaging him. He’ll probably wake up soon anyway, you useless waste of space!”

Frustrated, Samuel left Ryan and headed to the nearest stall to buy more water. When he arrived:

Samuel: “Ma’am, two bottles of water, please,” he said, grabbing the drinks.

Stall Lady: “Sure, dear. Oh! I thought you were the same boy from earlier. Where’s your shirt? And your face is bruised too. Were you two fighting? The boy earlier didn’t want ice for his bruises either.”

Samuel: “Yeah, it’s about pride, ma’am.”

Stall Lady: “That’s exactly what he said too. What’s going on?”

Samuel: “Well, in the jungle, there’s only one king, right? Even though there are many animals, only the strongest becomes the king.”

Stall Lady: “Oh, dear. I hope you both succeed in life. It’s good to make peace, you know. You’re young, and emotions run high, but it’s better than fighting.”

Samuel: “I can’t make peace with someone like him,” he said, handing over the money for the water.

Stall Lady: “Alright. Are you sure you don’t want ice?”

Samuel: “No, thanks. It doesn’t hurt. I’ll be going now,” he said, rushing off.

The stall lady watched him leave and muttered to herself, “Kids these days… both so handsome and muscular. If I were younger, I’d probably have a crush on them,” she said with a small smile.

Samuel walked back while drinking the water, finishing it quickly because the fight had drained his energy and left him parched. When he returned to Ryan and Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson was starting to regain consciousness. Samuel handed him the water.

Samuel: “Sir, you’re awake now. Here, have some water,” he said gently, helping Mr. Johnson drink.

Mr. Johnson: “Ugh… my head is pounding. Ryan… Samuel… why were you two fighting?”

Ryan: “We weren’t fighting, sir. We were just warming up. Practicing.”

Samuel: “Yeah, sir. Ryan said his body was stiff, so we were just loosening up.”

Ryan: “Exactly, sir. Good thing Samuel was there to spar with me. I needed to warm up these muscles—it’s been a while since I last punched anything.”

Mr. Johnson: “Alright, as long as no one gets seriously hurt. Your faces are all bruised.”

Ryan: “It doesn’t hurt, sir.”

Samuel: “Yeah, it feels like an ant bite.”

Ryan suddenly punched Samuel’s upper arm hard, making a loud *thud*.

Ryan: “Doesn’t hurt, right, you weakling?”

Samuel smirked and punched Ryan’s upper arm in return, creating another loud *thud*.

Samuel: “You don’t feel anything, right, you pathetic loser?”

Ryan grinned, and the two began exchanging punches, each hitting the other’s arm about ten times. Mr. Johnson intervened.

Mr. Johnson: “Enough! Stop it, or I’ll faint again from watching you two!”

Ryan and Samuel stopped, breathing heavily and glaring at each other, their chests heaving from the exertion.

Mr. Johnson: “Alright, I’m going home now. I’m feeling better. You two should head home too. It’s getting late.”

Mr. Johnson left, thanking them as he walked away. Ryan and Samuel stayed behind, still eager to continue their fight.

Ryan: “You want to keep going, you coward?” he challenged Samuel.

Samuel: “Let’s finish this once and for all, you worthless piece of trash!”

Ryan: “Bring it on, you spineless idiot!”

The two walked to the center of the field. It was already 4 PM. Without hesitation, they began pushing and hitting each other, eventually falling to the ground and wrestling on the asphalt. The fight was more about grappling than punching. They rolled around for an hour, drenched in sweat and covered in dirt. As they wrestled, they exchanged insults.

Ryan: “You fucking pig!”

Samuel: “ Shut up you filthy animal!”

Ryan rubbed his hand under his armpit and then shoved it into Samuel’s face.

Ryan: “Smell that, you pathetic worm!” he laughed.

Samuel, furious, did the same to Ryan, rubbing his armpit and then smearing it on Ryan’s face. Samuel laughed triumphantly. Ryan, equally furious, retaliated. The two ended up in a tight embrace, punching each other’s stomachs repeatedly until they were both exhausted and collapsed on the asphalt.

Ryan and Samuel lay on their backs, staring at the sky, breathing heavily. Their faces were bruised, and their arms and abs were covered in purple marks. Their uniform pants were torn in several places. They shouted at each other.

Samuel: “Ryan, you’re a worthless piece of garbage! You’re a waste of oxygen!”

Ryan: “Samuel, you’re a brainless ape! You’re a walking embarrassment!”

Both yelled in frustration, still angry at each other. They rolled onto their stomachs, facing each other.

Samuel: “Why won’t you give up, you pathetic loser?” he said, punching Ryan.

Ryan: “You should be the one on the ground crying, you weakling!” he retorted, punching back.

Samuel: “I’m enjoying this fight. I want to keep going until someone loses, but I’m hungry!”

Ryan: “Me too, you gluttonous pig!”

Samuel: “It’s getting dark, and tomorrow’s Sunday. Let’s continue tonight at 10. I can’t handle the hunger.”

Ryan: “I’m up for it, but my stomach can’t take it either.

Samuel: “Alright! Let’s meet here at 10 PM.

Ryan: “Deal! You piece of shit

Samuel: “You’re such a repulsive jerk!”

The two got up, grabbed their bags, and stuffed their torn uniforms inside. They walked to the parking lot, wiping their sweaty bodies with their jackets. Their muscles were visibly pumped. Each headed to their Ninja motorcycles.

Ryan: “10 PM, right here, you coward!” he shouted at Samuel.

Samuel: “Got it! I’ll be here at 10.

They started their motorcycles and rode off shirtless, heading home.

The next day, a Year-old English teacher named Miss Rose arrived at the school as an intern. She entered class B7 and introduced herself with a soft and polite voice. Her demeanor and appearance captivated Ryan, who couldn’t take his eyes off her throughout the entire lesson. At that time, Ryan didn’t have a girlfriend, but the moment he laid eyes on Miss Rose, he felt a powerful surge of emotion, as if he had fallen in love at first sight. From that day on, Ryan eagerly awaited every class with Miss Rose. He actively participated and asked questions, hoping she would notice him.

On another day, Mr. Johnson called Ryan and Samuel to the teacher’s room. One of them was to represent the school in the Student Bodybuilding Competition at the upcoming Sports Week.

Mr. Johnson: “Are you two interested in representing the school? This is a new category in the Sports Week—bodybuilding,” he said, showing them the brochure.

Both replied enthusiastically, “We’re interested!”

Mr. Johnson: “But only one of you can go, as each school is allowed only one representative.”

Both immediately responded, “I’ll go, sir!” Ryan insisted. “No, I’ll go. I’ll definitely win!” Samuel countered.

Their argument continued until Mr. Johnson intervened.

Mr. Johnson: “Enough! No need to argue. Show me your abilities right now. Take off your uniforms and show me your muscles.”

Without hesitation, Ryan and Samuel removed their uniforms and proudly displayed their physiques. Mr. Johnson was stunned.

Mr. Johnson: “Alright, that’s enough. I’m impressed. Both of you are equally qualified to represent the school. I’ve never seen students your age with such incredible potential. I’ll call you back in two weeks. Until then, train hard and prove who deserves to go. I’ll make my decision then.”

Both replied, “Yes, sir!”

They hurried back to class, engaging in a heated conversation along the way. Each challenged the other, determined to prove they were the more deserving candidate.

Over the next two weeks, both Ryan and Samuel trained intensely. Ryan pushed himself harder than ever, doubling his muscle-building diet and working out rigorously after school. He also received full support from Miss Rose, with whom he had developed a closer relationship through frequent WhatsApp chats. Samuel, not to be outdone, also dedicated himself to intense workouts and a protein-rich diet to maximize his results.

Their efforts soon became evident. Their classmates noticed that their uniforms were now tight and on the verge of tearing, a clear sign of their physical transformation.

The day before the final decision, on Friday, school ended at 10:00 AM. After school, Ryan decided to thank Miss Rose for her support by giving her a box of chocolates. Excitedly, he entered the teacher’s room and approached her desk. Since Miss Rose had no classes that day, her desk was empty. Ryan, holding the chocolates wrapped with a pink ribbon, approached her desk. However, what he saw next filled him with anger and frustration. A single rose lay on her desk with a note that read, “Thanks for everything, Miss Rose. From, Samuel.”

Furious, Ryan crushed the chocolates in his hand and stormed out to find Samuel, but he was nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile, Samuel was hanging out at the school canteen, happily chatting with Miss Rose on WhatsApp. However, his mood quickly turned sour when Miss Rose accidentally called him “Ryan” during their conversation. Samuel grew angry and jealous, realizing that Miss Rose had Ryan on her mind. Overcome with emotion, Samuel decided to confront Ryan.

Both Ryan and Samuel began searching for each other. They tried calling one another, but their calls didn’t connect as they were dialing simultaneously. Finally, at noon, under the scorching sun, they accidentally crossed paths in the middle of the school field. From a distance, they locked eyes, fists clenched, ready to fight.

As they approached each other, Ryan shouted, “You’re done, Samuel!” and landed a powerful punch on Samuel’s cheek.

Samuel staggered but didn’t fall. He retaliated with a punch to Ryan’s face, yelling, “You’re the one who’s done!”

The fight escalated. Both grabbed each other’s uniforms, which tore easily, revealing their muscular, sweat-drenched bodies. They exchanged punches and kicks, their grunts and shouts echoing across the field. Ryan tried to tackle Samuel, and they wrestled on the hot ground, each trying to overpower the other. Samuel used his strong biceps to choke Ryan, while Ryan delivered hard punches to Samuel’s stomach. Their sweat mixed, and the pungent smell of exertion filled the air.

Amid the fight, Ryan confessed his love for Miss Rose, and Samuel did the same. Blood began to stain the ground, but neither showed signs of backing down. Their intense brawl was accidentally witnessed by Mr. Johnson, who had returned to school to retrieve some forgotten items. He rushed over to stop them but was accidentally elbowed by one of them, causing him to collapse unconscious.

Seeing Mr. Johnson fall, Ryan and Samuel stopped fighting. Breathing heavily, they argued over who should take responsibility for getting Mr. Johnson to the hospital.

After posing, they continued to stare at each other while putting their uniforms back on. A conversation ensued between them.

Samuel: "What grade are you in?"
Ryan: "80kg."
Samuel: "Okay, next time I'll wait for you at a big event."
Ryan: "Can't wait for that."

The competitive aura between them began to emerge. Eventually, the dismissal bell rang. Mike approached them and said, "You guys were awesome earlier. Check this out, I recorded a video," showing them the video he took.

Samuel: "Your abs still look a bit flabby, Ryan. You need to diet more. Look at me, I'm much sharper than you."
Ryan: "Your body still looks dry. Get your diet right before you give me advice."
Samuel: "Just watch, I always come in first, beating even the seniors."
Ryan: "How many trophies do you have? Come to my house, and I'll show you how many I've won, hah!"
Samuel: "Bring it on! I'll show you my trophies!"

Ryan and Samuel started to argue heatedly. Mike, hearing the debate, quickly stepped in to separate them and prevent a fight.

Mike: "Enough, enough! Stop arguing, guys. I thought since you both have the same hobby, you'd get along, but instead, you're at each other's throats. Tomorrow, I'll sit with Samuel again, Ryan. You sit with Dion. Okay?"
Ryan: "Okay."

Everyone hurried home. Upon arriving home, Ryan immediately started weight training. His room was filled with various sizes of dumbbells. In contrast, Samuel's home was filled with anger. He quickly took off his clothes and began punching his punching bag hard, a sign of his boiling anger. His mother approached him.

"What's wrong, son? You come home and start punching the bag," said his mother.
"Nothing, Mom. I'm just frustrated with someone. There's a new kid who's really arrogant and cocky!" Samuel explained.
"Be patient, dear. If someone is like that, you shouldn't back down. Fight fire with fire so they don't take you for granted," his mother advised.
"You're right, Mom. I was born a champion. I can't lose, Mom," Samuel exclaimed.
"Yes, dear. Keep up the good work, but don't forget to eat," his mother said.
"Okay, Mom," Samuel replied.

The next day at school, the students gathered on the field for their Physical Education class. Today's activity was volleyball. Mr.Radcliffe, the PE teacher, directed the students to divide into several groups to play volleyball. The one-and-a-half-hour class was fun and sportsmanlike. After the PE class, some students returned to the classroom, while others went to the canteen.

Ryan hurried into the classroom because the weather was very hot. He took off his PE shirt and grabbed a book to fan himself. Several classmates, including Mike, gathered around Ryan and asked him about the sports he was involved in. Not long after, Samuel arrived, drinking mineral water, and entered the classroom.

A classmate approached him and said, "Sam, you've got some serious competition now. You're not the only big guy in class anymore."
Samuel replied, "Being big doesn't mean you're strong."
"Seriously, Sam? Let's prove it then, between you and Ryan, who's stronger?" the classmate challenged.
"Who's afraid?" Samuel shouted.

The classmate then approached Ryan and said, "Ryan, Samuel is challenging you to a strength contest. Come on, arm wrestle him. Are you up for it, Ryan?"
Ryan, who was sitting without a shirt, stood up and said, "Okay, who's afraid?"

Samuel put down his water bottle and took off his shirt, doing a small warm-up for his muscles. The chairs and desks were quickly moved to the front of the class by their classmates to serve as the arm-wrestling platform. Both of them walked to the chairs, doing small warm-ups for their muscles. The students in the class split into two factions. Some gave small massages to both of them.

Mike, as the referee, introduced Ryan and Samuel like an MC at a boxing match. Ryan and Samuel sat facing each other and immediately started arm wrestling. The test of strength began. Their muscles bulged significantly. Both of them exerted all their strength, and their hands remained steady in the middle, indicating they were equally strong. The cheers from their classmates kept them from stopping. Sweat began to pour. Their neck veins became visible. Their biceps looked like they were about to burst. They were evenly matched. In the final seconds, Ryan began to tire, and Samuel managed to pin Ryan's hand. The students in the class shouted, "Again!! Again!!" for a second round.

The second round was ready to begin, with sweat already drenching their bodies. Both were given water first, and the arm wrestling resumed. They were still equally strong. This time, both of them let out loud cries, indicating they were giving it their all. Ryan was more aggressive in this round, but Samuel didn't want to lose and kept resisting Ryan's pushes. The second round was won by Ryan. Samuel looked a bit weak. The arm wrestling ended in a draw! They were about to start the third round when the break bell rang, and the students quickly dispersed because the next class was with a strict teacher who demanded punctuality.