[ WP ] You are a brilliant Med School student who uses extensive knowledge on the human body to win street fights for money to pay for tuition . One night you face your most difficult opponent : a Physics major

The mountain of a man swung at me, and I stepped back, watching. An amateur, like the rest. A master of technique but unfamiliar with the theory. I ducked under his swing and jabbed him in the solar plexus. He doubled over, and I struck him in the back. One of those ribs had fractured in a previous fight, and had n't healed correctly. He yelled out in pain, and all hundred kilograms of muscle dropped to the floor, squirming. 
 
 `` Another one round knockout by Doctor Luchador!'' the announcer cheered. The crowd went wild. 
 
 `` You ready for another?'' the guy who ran the show, coincidentally the student council president and an econs major, whispered to me. 
 
 `` Is n't it one fight a night?'' I sipped my water. 
 
 `` I need to make some money here. Maybe next time do n't keep winning your matches so quickly. We'll end an hour early at this rate,'' he hissed. I shrugged and nodded. 
 
 `` Introducing... The Net Force Be With You!'' the announcer yelled. More cheering ensued. More than the crowd had given me. I was slightly miffed. 
 
 The guy walked into the room. Glasses and a dress shirt. Formal fighting wear. Odd. I had a lab coat on, but that hardly counted. Med students got dirty, rooting about in cadavers. 
 
 I looked the man over. Weak. Pasty skin and small muscles. Not even a swimmer's physique, I'd call it the nerd's physique. The type of musculature you got when the only sunlight you saw was a crack in the curtains and the only exercise in your hands. 
 
 I swung a right hook at his face. He brought his hand up, and seemed to flow. It was n't with a dancer's grace or the force of a martial artist. He seemed to put in just the required effort, and in an instant had me down on the ground, locked in an armbar. 
 
 `` I just used all three classes of levers,'' he gloated in a snotty voice. I hate this guy. I struggled, aiming a shot at his kidney, but he seemed to glide with the blow. He spun around, and smashed my head into the ground. 
 
 Buzzing. Blurred vision. Concussion. I had to end this soon. I just hoped I could do it without needing medical attention. I'd seen my classmates work. I'd probably die on the operating table.
