Improvise

Suddenly, I realize that I don't have a strategy. Jonathan takes a fighting stance, with his arms rised and his feet wide open like a boxer, always with that grin of superiority over his face. Obviously, I need to make the first move, after my blatant words. I assume a vovinam fighting guard, clenching my fists in front of my chest. My body is like a coiled spring. My foot jumps up, looking for his leg. He just goes back to avoid the kick and then bounces forth. Following a natural instinct, I throw a punch, but my opponent is ready and captures my hand between his fingers. He shifts to the right side and delivers two speedy high kicks toward my face. His toes slaps my cheeks, right and left, before I can get free. The hit is humiliating but he was too close to do real damage. The smell and moisture of his foot fills my lips and nose. "I'll make you regret that...", I say, disentangling our hands. The guy smiles and gets distracted. Months before, I would have been intimidated by his strength, but now I have a different awareness. Advancing fearlessly, I move just inside his guard, pulling down his huge arm. He thinks that I'm trying a judo throw and lowers his head, but that was a diversion. As soon as he gets at the right height, I jump up on both my feet, catching his neck between my tights. The move is bold and amazingly successful. Jonathan goes down like a young three, gasping for air and landing on his left side. I look at the guy's purple face and his broad shoulders convulsing, and that ignites me inside so much that I feel a stomachache. "Is this demonstration enough, boy? Just give in...", I say, hoping that my voice won't betray my feelings. Jonathan does not answer but shut his eyes and fights back, using every inch of power in his arms to open my deadly scrissor.

My legs are strong and I see the quads bulging under the leggings' tissue, but his arms come into play like new wild animals, grappling fiercely to find a breach. I understand that I cannot win in this way, and change strategy accordingly, letting go his head to take a different position. Jonathan goes on his fours legs and I lunge forward, wrapping my feminine arms around his large torso. Our skins touch, starting a sensorial communication that is only proper to **** and intimacy. "I am not afraid of wrestling you boy, I'll teach you something...", I whisper, as one of my arms secures the solid chest and the other fastens around his back. "Ok, now you're pissing me off old lady..." he replies. I try to slide and take his back but my opponent understands my intentions and rolls to one side, struggling to catch me with his stronger hands. Keeping him under control is a real challenge and I know that as soon as he gets me inside his guard I'll be overpowered. My breath becomes labored and the sweat drips over my face, while my body does what is in its power to restrain the bigger martial artist. He's really good though and I fail to win any good position or useful leverage. I would need a weak point, but apparently there isn't any. Jonathan constantly moves and soon I lose contact with his back. The big guy turns around to face me amd I cannot avoid to engage his hands. We clinch, but after fter a brief battle and an exchange of vicious locks, my wrists leave sore that unpair battle. I am regretting the words pronounced just seconds before. He is trouncing me and I nearly escape a nasty armlock. Even his shoulders are bruising me now. What can I do?