I'll do my best

I couldn't care less of his body. The strapping lad will fall down. I throw away the sunglasses and take a fighting vovinam stance. Without remorse, I focus on his upper body, charging one leg and jumping up to deliver a powerful kick to his middle section. My foot goes up fast like an arrow but doesn't find anything. He just took a step back and avoided it! The guy giggles, triggering a blind and infuriated reaction from my side. He is not taking me seriously! The arrogant bastard needs a lesson. I prepare one of my best moves, which consists in jumping over my opponent's head and catch it between my thighs. If I manage to do that, he will pay for his smugness with a lingering neck pain for weeks. When I do that move in sparring sessions - the few times that I'm allowed to use it - my female partners end up grasping on the floor like bitches. My muscles are tense like strings and I feel their agility and potential despite the age. Taking a deep breath, I shift on one side bracing myself to leap up, but suddenly a sting of agony materializes in my abdomen, just out of the blue. I can't recall what has just happened; Jonhatan is inches from my face now and his right powerful hand is digging inside my abs. Horrified, I realize that he has just delivered a quick and feisty uppercut with that threatening arm.

I was so focused on my intentions to be blinded to his own movements. For a moment that feels eternal his green look towers over me, until my legs just shudder and drop. An atrocious pain is expanding all over the middlesection and it's so strong that I'm on the verge of vomiting. Suddenly, I feel a standing presence behind me. I'm not ready to fight again yet....actually I cannot een move. Jonhatan holds my head between his hands almost paternalistically, skimming his fingers across my hair and shoulders. "Which is the normal relationship between genders Mrs.Jenkins?", he asks in a sadistic fashion. "You are a sexist asshole...", I reply, trying to preserve a modicum of dignity. A moment later, one male foot presses hard on the back of my head, forcing me to bend my chin forward, while my arms are cruelly pulled back. I make an humiliating girlish squeal. "You know Mrs.Jenkins, I'm not surprised by your slowness and general weakness, considering your gender and....age. There are teenage boys in my class who are more athletic than you. And I'm not surprised by the circus of your Vietnamese martial art either. There is a reason why nobody knows it. What surprises me is the fact that you were so eager to fight me. My haunch is that you're hiding something...a sexual desire, maybe?".

My reaction is so wild that I finally squirm out of his grip, hurting my elbows and loosening my top in the process. I turn to face him, nude and furious. The wrath is consuming me and the temperature of my body is sky rocketing. Having lost all my rationality, I lunge forward like a fool. Jonhatan is waiting for me. He rolls backward and plants a foot low at my waist level, using my own momentum against me. I fly high. A shocking thump on my back is followed by the sensation of sinking in an empty void. I realize that there is water all around me. Fortunately, I landed in the pool, otherwise the consequences would have been dire. I swim up, drained of energy and in mental confusion. I have no time to clear my mind a bit that two big pythons pluck my neck and hold me up. A second later, the pythons turn out to be the muscly legs of my wrecker, who is comfortably seated on the poolside, wearing my glasses and displaying a smug grin. The sun is shining onto his sculptured chest and huge arms. I'm done. He has ragdolled me for minutes and I think that he could do even worse. It's time to submit.