The Bobby Wasabi Dojo is a home for misfits. We can handle anything weird, and that means a lot...especially if you know someone like Jerry Martinez. We all fit together, like broken and abused puzzle pieces finally forming a picture. Here, no one is a freak or a loser, everyone is accepted for who they are, and we all love each other unconditionally, because we are family.

However,

If the anyone found out my secret, even my dojo...

that may change.


"Hey guys," Rudy said while locking the door to his office, "I'm going to Falafel Phil's place to help him out. Just go ahead and warm up by sparring until I get back."

"Ughhhh, why do we always have to spar? Isn't there anything else to do?" Milton whined.

Rudy smirked and shook his head. "Well, you could unclog the backed up toilet in the boy's room," he suggested.

Milton's face immediately flashed from cheerfulness, to an expression of horror and disgust. He gasped dramatically and shivered in fear."Um, you know what guys? Sparring sounds like a greeeat idea!"

I rolled my eyes. "Okay so who wants to spar with me?"

"Nope."

"Oh nooo!"

"Nahhh."

"...I will."

I turned my head towards the voice of the challenger. Jerry. I shrugged. "Okay," I said with a smirk.

This was going to be fun.

Everyone else partnered up and began sparring. "I'll go easy on you Kim, since you're a lady." Jerry said cockily.

"Uh no thanks, I can take care of myself," I shot back, "Go all out."

Apparently, Jerry obeyed, because he sent me some impressive attacks. I had to put up a little more defense than I expected.

"Not bad, Martinez. Not bad."

"Why, thank you!" he chirped in reply.

He threw a punch, but I dodged it. Then I kicked his calf, causing his legs to bend and making his tall frame lose balance. He stumbled then retaliated with a few jabs, but for some reason I had a little trouble dodging them. What started out as a faint whirring behind my eyes suddenly evolved into a wave a dizziness that swept through me.

Oh no. Not now. Not now. Please, not now.

I stopped in my tracks and tried to regain my focus. Seeing me open and vulnerable, Jerry was able to land a hit on me and I toppled over, almost falling. I shook my head trying to get the wooziness out, but to no avail. I had to end this. I attempted to kick him in the torso, but he took the blow without a flinch. Then he did a roundhouse kick that came inches away from my face.

Whoa. He almost had me there.

The back of my eyes began throbbing, and I felt very light-headed. I really, really needed to end this and get out of here. I threw a lame excuse of a punch as my vision blurred and I saw 3 different Jerrys. I aimed for the one on the far left, but all I touched was air.

"Woah missy, you're waay off," Jerry chuckled.

I didn't say anything, I was too dizzy to reply. I paused for a moment and realized everyone else already finished sparring. It was just Jerry and I left on the mat, and the others were watching us with shock written all over their faces. I turned back around and saw Jerry's leg in mid-air heading for me. I clumsily avoided it, but before I knew it, my legs collapsed and everything faded into darkness.


"Kim. Kim. Kiiiiiimmm. Kim. You okay? Kim. Kim. KIM!"

"Whaa?" I shot up, but was greeted with a whiplash and I immediately laid back down on whatever hard surface I was on. "Owww, I really shouldn't have done that," I said while holding my hand to my head. "What happened?" This time, I sat up slowly and cautiously as the whiplash calmed to a dull headache. I realized I was laying on the bench with the gang surrounding me.

"You passed out while fighting Jerry," Jack said worriedly.

"And you face-planted into the mat," Eddie added oh so matter-of-factly.

His remark made me grimace. That was probably not a pretty sight and I'm sure all the guys would have found it hysterical if I wasn't me. I shot him a death glare and he backed away in fear.

"Are you alright?" Milton asked in a concerned tone.

"Uh, y-yeah. I was just a little dizzy," I stuttered guiltily.

"You might be dehydrated," Jack replied. His eyes were wrinkled with worry and even more concern than Milton.

"Yeah..." I looked down nervously, "That's probably it..."

"Here drink some water," Jack held a bottle to my mouth and I reluctantly drank from it, but I was still dizzy.

As I was taking small sips, I saw a shadow move in the corner of my eye...

"How long was I out?" I asked while lifting the strap of my green tank top to wipe my mouth.

"Um, maybe about 5 minutes," Jerry said.

"Oh...okay. Uh I should really get home now, since my head hurts. But thanks for everything guys." I was already trying to get up from the bench, but I didn't have the strength. I toppled backwards, but Jack caught me in time.

"I should go with you," he insisted.

"No, no. I'll be fine, but thanks anyways." If Jack and the others found out my little situation, they would think I'm some sort of freak show.

I grabbed my bag from the locker and didn't even bother changing as I fled from the dojo as fast as I could.