Immediately you make a B-line for the instructor, you don't want to spend any more time on this filthy mat than you have to. As you continue to run, you notice your strides become harder and harder to make. The ground is getting stickier by the second and pretty soon you've gone too far to move. Stuck in place on a particularly sponge section of the mat, you're left watching helplessly as the instructor moves away and class begins...

As the students line up, you see one girl heading right for you! her giant feet plant themselves on either side of you as she stands at attention. Her toes wiggle in anticipation, trying to ignore the smell, you reach out as far as you can and hit the hard surface of the nearest toe. It reacts slightly and smacks back into your hand. Hitting it again and again you begin to irritate it, however, this backfires completely. Instead of looking down to investigate, the girl follows her teachers instructions and replants her feet, and starts to practice her punching. You watch as her sole lifts into the air, spraying bits of dust and sweat into your face. It comes crashing down at lightning speed, the ball of her foot crushing you ruthlessly beneath it.

Everything is dark, and although you could have sworn you were dead, you can barely make out the textured sole against your body. Somehow, the mat is squishy enough to absorb most of the girl's weight, and while you still feel like you're going to pop at any second, you are not crushed. minutes go by under the smelly environment beneath the girl's foot before it finally lifts off. As the class continues, student after student, foot after foot, trample your small body as they move around. Eventually class ends and all the girls leave. A new class enters, this time made up of college women well adept to the sport. By now most of your body is broken from abuse, you watch as much more calloused feet sail over you as the class enters, one of them finally hits their mark and crushes what remains of you beneath it...