Alchemy of Jujitsu

The air is furtive for fighter's stance Pacing around the mat, casting bully's glance Opponents clutch shoulder to shoulder Flying initial surge of violent lust- But the well matched counter aggression Soon it is wrestle and advance Forward hip momentum to surgical degree Suddenly an arm is caught and gripped At an impossible angle, nerves are stripped It's submit or injury, the fight reaching its peak In a moment of instinct, a hidden valve comes loose Wounded animal unleashed refusing to submit The hold is broken through a blast of urgency