It is 2012 and the end of the world as we knew it has commenced. A Neuro–virus has been released onto the majority of the students here at UMass. The fire sprinkler systems were broken into, the Neuro-virus added and then, at the peak of the day, they were all set off simultaneously, effectively drenching the unexpecting and quickly irritated students. The virus seeped into the body through cuts, scrapes, eyes and even the pores if left on the skin long enough. All thanks to a junior writing professor and his whimsical mind and sporadic distaste for monotony, a few others and myself ended up outside, sitting on the steps of the Campus Center when this all occurred. This spared us from the almost instantaneous Zombification process that occurred once the N-virus reached your blood system.
Hajime! It starts with the officials shout, as the two competitors flip off the edge of their floating start points. The two fighters become one with the water, swirling, pushing, and pulling at the crystal clear fluid. Strength is not the most important part of this battle, staying calm; using specific movements to manipulate oneself through the pressure of 50 feet of water is a particular skill. When the pair finally meets, an elegant series of movements ensues. A flick of the foot can save you from a kick and a swing of the arm can leave you open to penetrating strikes. One mistake and you may be left out of breath, 50 feet underwater with nowhere to go.
If I knew anyone with access to a nice underwater camera and a pool, or even some form of a clear water source, I would be all for underwater action photo shoots. Add in some random spontaneity, passion, and fun and my happiness would be absolute. Until I tried to top it the next day of course.
I would be excited and worried for the opportunity to compete in an underwater martial arts competition. I’m not sure if this would be feasible in consideration of only forms or if sparring would be included. Either way, it makes me energized just thinking about it.