I focus on my opponent. True to her name, she’s wearing a beaver mask. My mask is still the cheap one I got from the costume shop years ago. Hers looks expensive. It’s embedded with jewels that look pretty real to me from where I’m standing. This leads me to believe she’s being sponsored by somebody.

The Beaver throws the first punch. I dodge it and, grabbing her fist before she can throw another one, I push her back. With that, the battle begins.

I’m glad Mathew warned me. This woman ...