Ok, I'm only down a Waza-ari...

Robin's hand ached a bit as he climbed to his feet and yanked the corner of his gi back into place. A quick knot, tie of the belt, turn... and... Damn this girl was good. Robin had to reflect that there were only a few types of people that came to weekend morning practice. His girls did not fall into that category. They fell into the "I have a day off, and fuck you, I'm staying home" Category. This gal on the other hand fell into the "I am trying to make the national team, and my Mom's RIGHT THERE, and I am going to kill you" category.

"That's what I'm Talking about, Miki! Just like that!"

Aaaand that was the other thing he loathed. Coaching. Against him. Worst part of being the big guy in a match. Everybody rooted against you, just to even out the odds a bit. Everybody always likes to see an upset. Problem was that this was less of an uneven match than it seemed. The little Japanese woman had at least five more years experience and three full ranks on him. The weight difference was absolutely secondary here.

"Hajime!" Came the call from the referee, and Robin moved carefully forward as Miki shouted at him with a quick bark. Yep, we are Such a bad guy dojo, he reflected as the woman lunged, her thin face wearing a grimace of effort. Coming in for the direct attack, probably a foot sweep, so...

Robin's hands felt the blue heavy fabric of Miki's Gi, and he grabbed, twisting his wrists up and to the left rapidly. Her forward motion carried her body into him, and he felt her light body press against his side pleasantly for a moment as his hand came around her hip. He heard the almost silently mouthed... "aw...fuck..." as he leaned forward, pulling her off of her feet and onto him even further.

Almost regretfully, Robin finished the throw with a quick motion of his hands, allowing the woman to fall onto the mat. She came down far harder than he had intended, and seemed stunned for a moment.

"Ippon!" Came the call from his right. Phew... Robin wiped another sheen of sweat from his forehead as he moved to the correct position on the mat. He bowed to Miki, who also bowed politely, before stepping off the mat. Once back on the sidelines she waved at him, before walking over to listen to her coach, who loudly lectured the class.

"Great Job, both of you, ok... that's what you have to watch out for with those big guys. Remember, off balance him first, he's not just going to give it to you."

"I still don't know why you have me against him," Miki sighed. She was still a bit of a teenager, and while the competitive spirit was there, Robin could see that it was her mother who instilled a lot of that in her. Especially considering how the woman glared daggers at him every time he threw Miki.

"Because your Ippon Seionage needs work, and you're finally nailing it," The excitable short man in a well worn Gi explained. "You should easily have been throwing those gals at the tournament, but you didn't so now..." He ran over to Robin and quickly bowed. "You get to work on this. Remember, coming in for it, you want to..."

Robin bowed in response and winced. Oh boy, here it came, the demonstration. Ok, easy fall, but you had to do it just right...