Word: Jujitsu

 

jujitsu

Also ju·jut·su,
Or jiu·jit·su

[joo-jit-soo]

noun

1. a method developed in Japan of defending oneself without the use of weapons by using the strength and weight of an adversary to disable him.

2. the use of an opponent's strengths or one's own weaknesses to accomplish one's goals.

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                If someone asked him what Craig liked most about the pits, he would say the crowds. The roar of the crowd egging him on. Inspiring him to do better. The reality was that he just liked hitting people. The cheers he got was just a bonus. So was the money he got for winning.

                But right now, he was not feeling any of that desire to hit his opponent. Who in the world would want to beat up a woman who was almost half his height and had to weigh 80 pounds less than him. Craig was a lot of things, but a man who beat women was not one of them.

                “Uh, miss, are you sure you want to be here?” He asked.

                “Oh yeah. I’m sure.” She said, doing small hops on the balls of her feet.

                “Okay, but it’s just that this isn’t like an MMA arena or anything. This place can be pretty brutal.”

                “I know. I’ve scoped this place out enough to know what’s up. That’s why I know I’m totally gonna beat you.”

                He sighed and shrugged. “Alright, suit yourself. Normally I don’t hit women, but if you step into the pit, I guess I don’t have a choice.”

                “That’s the spirit. Gender equality and all that. Gotta love our shared appreciation of beating the bloody pulp out of someone. Now let’s get this show on the road.”

                Craig got ready for the fight to start, as did his opponent. She adopted some kind of martial arts stance, although he did not know enough to know which. Not that it mattered. Skill was all well and good, but there was not much she would be able to do against 220 pounds of muscle. And with that mentality, he rushed her, aiming to tackle her using his full weight against her. He got close. She moved.

                And then Craig found himself flat on his back. It was not a pleasant landing either. His opponent seemed content to let him stand up. She smirked as he did. He approached with much more caution than before, striking and punching whenever he got within reach.

                And she was always exactly where his fists were not. She made dodging his best attacks look easy. He swore she could practically read his mind. He was getting frustrated by this tiny woman giving him the runaround. So, he sped up.

                His fists came like lighting, without any sense of caution of aiming. That was when she made her move. After he punched maybe a little too hard, she grabbed his wrist, spun around, and flipped him over her shoulder. Once again, a quite painful landing.

                “You know that’s just gonna happen every time, right?” she said with a smug look on her face.

                “Maybe, maybe not. All I gotta do is hit you once though.”

                “You keep telling yourself that. Now come on, let’s keep going. Unless you wanna quit.”

                “Not on your life.”

                After being put on the ground three more times, Craig did, in fact, want to quit. He lay there, groaning. He might have hit his head on the way down on that last one.

                “Finished yet?” She asked. “Just so you know, I’m going easy on you. I haven’t put you any holds, locks, or anything like that. Basically, no finishers so far. And at this point it’s getting kind of silly. So yeah, either give up or I’ll make you.”

                Craig considered her words. He did not just want to give up so easily. But on the other hand, he was in considerable pain from being repeatedly thrown against a concrete floor. And she did indeed look perfectly fine. She was barely even sweating. He lay there and made his decision.

                “Okay, yeah. I’m done.” He said weakly. It was enough.

                “Good choice.” She said and extended a hand to help him up.

                He took it and was surprised to find that she was able to help get him to his feet, as unsteady as he was.

                “I’m totally going to win the next time though.” He said.

                She laughed. “Only in your dreams, big guy.”

                Craig chuckled and hobbled off. He would watch her fight, learn her techniques a bit more. And then maybe he would get lucky the next time they faced off against each other.  

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