Ready? FIGHT!

"Opening matches will all happen simultenously in different areas of the dome," the head attendant explains. "Get their quickly, and remember: No projectiles of any kind, and fight up until one of you forfeits or is unable to battle!"

The females fight on one side while males fight on the other, so you wish the girls luck in the first round, and vice-versa.

You hurry over to the male's half of the dome as they hurry to the female's half. You enter your assigned cage, Cage #3-2, from one side, and Zuuuuuu enters on the other. He yawns and stretches, and you do your best to stifle a yawn of your own.

The robo-referee hovers down, and you two approach the middle.

"Clean fight," it says, "no eye poking or face scratching, you aren't immature little girls. Touch gloves."

You do as told, Zuuuuuu still looking sleepy. The two of you back up, as does the robo-ref, and put up your guard.

*DING DING DING* The bell rings and the fight is officially under way.

Zuuuuuu moves sluggishly from side to side, as if he is groggy from fatigue. How can he be so sleepy? It is already mid-morning.

Zuuuuuu starts to fall forward, as if he is fainting. You go to catch him, but he shoots forward!

*BAMF* He punches you in the ribs with both hands, then crawls away on all fours.

"What was that?!" you weeze. You turn to find Zuuuuuu back on his feet, still sleepy and yawning.

You straighten up and watch him cautiously.

He walks towards you, hands up, but stops to yawn. He raises his right hand up as he stretches.

*WHOOSH* He swings his arms down fast, but you catch it in your left hand in time.

*POW* You punch him in his right shoulder, still holding his arm. The blow makes him fall to one knee.

"You're using some kind of deceptive fighting style," you say. "A 'sleepy' version of the Drunken Fist, perhaps?"

Zuuuuuu smiles a sleepy smile, and pulls his arm back. You move forward, and punches you in the side, and yawns in your face.

"Just because you figured out my technique," Zuuuuuu whispers, "doesn't mean you'll win."

*CRACK* You headbutt him in his sleepy face.

Zuuuuuu falls back, with a broken nose.

"You're right," you say. "I'll win because I'm a better fighter."