I'm in the ring. I'm exercising. My opponent has no chance against me.

He lies limp and powerless in the ring. He doesn't even defend himself.

"Stop it, damn it!" My coach shouts at me, trying to pull me away from my opponent.

Exasperated, I stop and turn towards my trainer when suddenly my eyes are drawn to you entering the training room.

"Who is this?" I asked my coach, pointing at you.

"He's your physical therapist," he replied.