Yes

The sensei doesn't deserve a look to her student that is gasping and flopping under your foot. Instead, she turns her eyes to meet Grace. "Grace my dear, would you?", she says, cold as ice itself. The girl doesn't reply, but comes closer and takes your arm. "Chris, let her go...", she asks with shaken voice. You comply, rising your foot and speaking to her "Honey, we need to talk. This is a non-sense. Come with me...", "No!", she reacts pitching her voice up, "No, Chris! You have to go, and Matt too. It's over Chris, why don't you listen...". "But there is no reason. I love you...", you say, triyng to hug her. She shy away from your arms though, pushing eagerly against your chest. "Grace!", the sensei calls her again, "My darling, your friend is apparently quite stubborn. Show us what we do to men like him...". Some girls giggle, but the crowd is almost silent right now. Grace looks at you, doubtful. The woman sees that her student is nervous, and for the first time walks personally onto the tatami, whispering something cruel into her ear. The words apparently reach their target, as Grace changes her stance, moving her arms to confront you. "Please, don't...", you mutter in rage, "Please darling, I don't want to harm you...". There is no time to finish the sentence yet that the female fighter has already rounded herself, throwing a good kick to your middle section. Your abs was unprepared and it resists barely the hit. Involuntarly, a sound leaves your lips and you move slightly back, exhilarating the other girls . "Ok!", you shriek furiously, taking the shirt off and threatening her with your bare upper body, "Let's do what your psycopath teacher wants...come on!". You wave boldly your hand, bouncing on your feet and inviting your former girlfriend to come. Grace tries to keep the pressure high on you, and takes a step forward again, this time aiming a kick at your chest.

This strike got less lucky though. As she comes closer, you move brieskly on the side, rising your right leg behind her back and kicking your heel on the rear of her head. The impact of your foot behind her skull, predictably, stumbles the girl for a moment. As she wavers, you catch the opportunity to lift the small female waist between your strong arms and then swoop her body down. Grace is slammed ungently to the floor and lands surprised and disoriented. "Now, it's over, okay?", you ask standing on her and posing one barefoot on her left boob to assert your control. This humiliation was maybe a bit harsh but necessary given the context. Grace is regaining her senses though and, however visibly upset, is still dragged by the same evily **** pushing her before. Angrily, the martial artist hits your knee, forcing your leg to move from over her, and quickly jumps up. "Honey, we both know how it ends...", you try to reason, calm but with a menacing tone. At first, Grace seems to dither hearing that, probably remembering the pain of your last confrontation and the strenght that she knows is on your side. She glimpses to her master almost hoping in a word but then comes on aggressively, heedless of your warning. There is no other choice left than subduing her for real. This time you fend off the girl's strikes as she approaches, then grabbing her lapel you put a foot on her belly, rolling back and flipping her over. Grace is threw into the air and tossed flat on the ground, as you keep rolling backward, ending up seated on her trunk. The young lady howls frightened, while you pin both her hands under the plants of your feet, manspreading over her face. A couple of good slaps follow.

The female fighter could attempt to fight back of course, but both of you know what the outcome of that ground combat would be. “Give up or I'll stage for these girls a wrestling show...”, you demand squarely, resting boldly the elbows on your knees. Your eyes scour over the naked upper body of the young female, left exposed by the loosened kimono, and involuntary your attention gets struck by the grey sport bra. Grace gazes up at your naked arms and shoulders and shamefully diverts her glance. Probably she pictured in her mind the two of you grappling for supremacy and the inevitable humbling outcome for her. She seems calmer now, as though that physical and moral annihilation had suddenly drove off her demons. “Ok honey, I submit”, she replies, staring your eyes and finally surrendering any resistance.