Wait and see

When she attacks, you are prepared. Grace starts with her leg game, predictaby, taking advantage of her karate and taekwondo skills. You stay clear, avoiding the confrontation as much as you can and studying her movements. She throws many side and frontal kicks that you can dodge, but one last hasty back kick wallops your chest, thrusting you back and cutting your breath. Grace sees the opportunity and boldly comes forth with a crescent kick aimed at your chin. The timing was wrong though and you can perceive the blow before it comes, grabbing her foot in your hand and unbalancing her backwards. The girl tries to resist for a moment, then heavly falls to the ground. You laugh, while she rolls herself up furiously. She unties her belt, already lose around her waist, and throws it away, looking at you inflamed. The girl raises her hands, preparing her next move, but you've no intention to wait any longer. Cool and unafraid, as a man should be, you meet her in the center of the tatami, grabbing her kimono and tussling with her female shape. She looks surprised by your determination and, fearing your upper body strenght, struggles to wriggle away, eventually leaving her Gi in your hands. You throw the white cloth to the room's corner as though it was a filthy rag. Grace turns a bit red, acknowledging that your nudities put in comparison emphasize her tiny body and consequently her fragility, no more hidden behind the uniform. You meet her stare with resolve. She will be yours, no matter how hard she fights. Probably clueing your thoughts, she glimpses at you back, tensing her muscles and yelling like a wild animal in a cage. This little girl, however small, can be a serious threat, and you can't give her the time to attempt something. Hence, seizing the momentum, and recalling one of the Matt's lesson, you lunge forward straight away, going on your knees and hugging her legs for a classic double takedown. She was probably unaware even of the existence of such move and inevitably tumbles on the floor, dazed and upset. Resolutely, you mount on her girlish frame, sitting all your weight on her body side. Grace grapples intensely to squirm out from beneath you, but she cannot neither get free nor stop your hand that maliciously unfastens the sport bra from her back. "No...", she can only utter, understanding what you are doing.