Show him something

"You are right Anna. I am sure that we share a lot John, and, now that you say that, I'm curious. This MMA is probably really powerful as you told us. Why don't you show me some techniques after dinner? That would be a great exchange!", I say, posturing kindness. "Sport after dinner? It's not a good idea..." Anna comments, visibly concerned. "Correct, honey", he replies, "Maybe we should try that right now. We've barely begun to eat after all!". "I'm not so sure that...", "Wonderful idea" I cut off my daughter's words, rising to my feet. The guy does the same. We both approach the carpet in the living room. I was wearing blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt that illuminated my tanned skin. He was still wearing that nice shirt and elegant pants. We were both barefoot but not in the best attire to fight. "What would you like to see ma'am?", he asks. "You were wrestling before...as a former judoka, I know something about the topic. Teach me something that I still don't know...and you can take your shirt off if you're uncomfortable...", I say, probably not just for the sake of wrestling. "Would you do the same?", he demands, pointing to my t-shirt. "Oh, there is no need...", I try to deflect, "Ok, so let's do it in this way". He's taller than me but, despite his demeanor, still young and inexperienced. I've not been doing judo for a decade, but there is no doubt that he's going down. We square off raising our hands, in an unusual battle between two genders that rarely confront themselves physically. He is taller but, I'm sure, light weight, and that could play for me. I attack first, looking for a good opportunity. The guy however is quick, despite his height. As soon as I grab his arm, he pulls it back and tries to counter on mine. Surprisingly, I can barely move him.

My judo coach used to say that if you don't find a good opening in the first 15 seconds of a fight, either you're unready or your opponent is at your level. My concern was growing. What if he was pulling back? Could I really lose that match in front of my daughter? "What did you wish to show me, ma'am?", he asks, defiant. "Oh come on John, don't boost!" my daughter snorts, making him turn. That's my opportunity. Maybe it's unfair, but he got distracted, and that's my chance. I lower my head, passing under his armpit, and then spin over until my back is against his chest. A moment later, he flies over my head and goes flat on the floor. My mind rejoices and I'm ready to utter disparaging words, but I've no time to boast that something drags me down. It's him. Suddenly, I remind that it's not a judo contest, and I also have to beat the guy in ground grappling. That was part of the judo training, but he's strong and I am already tired. I land on my opponent, accepting the challenge, and we entangle our bodies fiercely. But I don't have time to use any techniques because he quickly takes my back. I feel all his weight on me, as his hands clench my chest and his legs wrap around my lower torso like tentacles. No, it wasn't going well. He is too big. Too strong. Too technical. I had fought men before, but he was aggressive and resolved to finish me. I roll myself back and forth, doing my best to avoid Anna's glance, but the guy follows every movement. Eventually, he seizes my feminine throat from behind with his masculine strength. It's over. "OK, John, you won; let her go," my daughter begs, even though I haven't yet surrendered. "Mom he's chocking you....just give in!", she continues. I take her advice and tap degradingly over his trousers.