Stay silent

"Ok, aggressor!", the sensei goes on, "Come here and show us how tough boys are". Geace holds her breath, but being not concerned at all you kick off your snickers and short socks, joining the group barefooted. "Lucia? Do you mind?", the woman calls, pointing to a tall blonde girl, the biggest within that little gathering. Lucia nods her head and, tightening her blue belt, takes position in front of you, with a determined look on her face. The karate teacher in the meanwhile is observing your brother, looking disquieted. You cross your big arms, filling your ample chest behind the black tank top; "What are we going to do?", you ask to no one in particular. "The rules are simple dumb. You are attacking me, in any way you want, and I'll make you cry for that...", Lucia responds promptly. You laugh, resolute to humiliate this girl and her haughty master. The blonde girl, who's just slightly shorter than you, yells an intimidating shout, and starts bouncing on her feet. You are quite familiar with that posture though. Unimpressed, you brace yourself for the following move.

"...when you are confronting a male aggressor, presumibly stronger, you've always to mind at your movements, sending a clear message: you're not an easy victim, and if he attacks something very bad could happen, but only to him!", the sensei explains, dialing up the exctitement of the onlookers' chatting. "Oh please little brother, take her down! We have better things to do today...", Matt chuckles, cutting the woman off abruptly. The karate teacher burns him with a look: "My bet is that your friend soon will be asking for...". She cannot finish this sentence yet that a yell full of surprise comes out of her student, now grounded on the floor. Taking the girl down for you was a piece of cake: a plain double leg and she hit the floor, folded by your heavier size like a sack of potatoes.

The female fighter tries to resist, pounding over your chest and shoulder wildly, but she doesn't stand a chance, neither physically nor technically. Grabbing her leg, you twist into a cradle pin. The girl is quickly sandwiched with no say, and her eyes stare at you impotently, while her ligaments are outstretched. She is painfully immobilized. You wink at her master to underline your control and the woman blushes, probably regretting her batlant words. "Surrender?", you ask, tightening up the grip more. The blondy nods her head, unable to speak. Manfully, you kiss the girl on the cheek, just to attach a bit of realism to your fake aggression, and free her satisfied, standing on your feet. As soon as she attempts to rise though, you put a foot on her breast almost casually, keeping the female student still while you bend forward to grab her belt. Viciously, you peel away that symbol of strenght, throwing it before the angry face of the oriental woman. Suddenly, an unnatural silence looms over the place, quite different from the noisy background of just minutes ago.