| THE FINAL BATTLR Between Jill Johnson and several men in a park These events occurred in the week leading up to that interview which was mentioned a few stories back. As stated, after that interview, no one dared to attack our heroine again. The interview will be the next and final installment in this series. After that last battle, and before the interview, however, men were still out to play. They learned quickly, however, that they would be her playmates, not the other way around. Where were they out to play? In a park which featured many lovely trails. It was a full moon so our heroine felt safe going out for a walk. It was light enough she would not be taken by surprise; however, one knows what happens when there is a full moon. The full moon brought out the most primitive of male instincts. This night, however, would also see male pride wounded in a way that had not been experienced by any man to that point, even ones who had confronted our heroine before. Today, she would bring the male ego down to a level she had never brought it before. A big man jumped out from behind a bush. He had a knife in his hand, and was holding it in front of him. Our heroine gave a quick snap kick and the knife flew out of his hand into the thicket of the bushes. He had two choices; one was spending time going through the bushes to find the knife, which would allow him to use his weapon, but would give our heroine plenty of time to escape. The other choice was to fight her hand to hand. He chose the later. He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing to the utmost of his abilities. Our heroine smiled, closed her eyes, and entered a deep place of calm. Her martial arts had not only taught and nurtured her physically, but mentally as well. She could enter a place of calm even in the midst of being hassled. In this case here, she was able to relax her hand completely even as it was being squeezed by his powerful one. The man had a confused look on his face as he saw the calm radiated by our heroine. After a few moments of squeezing as hard as he could, her hand moved gently and easily out of his grip. He had no idea how that happened. As she brought her hand back towards her body, she released a wave of energy into it. The hand, moments before was empty of any tension, now was full of it, but it was tension that was to be exerted outwards, not inwards on herself. This is what the true martial artist knows how to do; exert force, only when necessary, and always outwards, never in on yourself. The martial artist knows how to respect not only others, but oneself. Our heroine clenched a fist, and then moved it forward to the man’s gut. Despite the small size of her hand, and the several layers of fat on his body, eventually the hand landed right in the center of his gut with full force. He felt the air go out of him, and he had great trouble breathing. He crouched over, gasping for breath. He had never been hit with such force before. She had not hit him any harder than he had been hit by men he had tangled with. In fact, her hand was probably the smallest he had ever been hit with, but the power it exerted was totally unlike any other he had experienced. Those other men he had fought were mentally scatterbrain; their thoughts, feelings, and emotions were going wild; this girl was totally calm, and was tapping into a force that none of his previous adversaries had been able to. After a few moments, he looked up and saw she was still there. She had wanted to make sure he was OK. He decided to take advantage of her kindness, and unleashed a punch at her stomach. To his amazement, his punch barely made her move. Instead, his fist hurt as he coiled it back. It was like he had hit a frying pan. Our heroine’s ab section was very well built, but beyond that, she had the mental ability to tighten her muscles in that section at a call, making them firm, yet again, all in a spirit of calm. This action did not maker her more tense or nervous. Strength can and should co-exist with inner peace and calm; it is not all about force. Simply tightening and being aware of all the muscles in her abs made her impervious to force exerted there from the outside, yet she did not feel any tension inside. This is not an action she could do over and over again; eventually, she would have to parry a punch and do one of her own, but a few times she could. “Why don’t you try the face?” she suggested, crossing her arms. He did, throwing a punch with all his force. It hit her face, but it moved just a little to the right, and then, five seconds later, back again. The smile was back on face. Once again, she had tightened her muscles in a particular area, this time the face, and it made her almost impervious to a punch. “You’re a freak!” he cried, and ran off. Our heroine smiled and ran after him. She wanted to capture this man, as she had heard about other women being mugged in this park, and knew for sure this was the man responsible for most of it. Despite outweighing our heroine by more than fifty pounds, she had proven herself stronger than him. Now she showed she was faster. Eventually, she caught him by diving forward and wrapping her arms around his knees. He fell with her, the only difference being he hit the ground hard, while her fall was broken by his body, and only her legs made contact with the ground directly. She stood up, and planted her foot into his backbone. Tightening her muscles in her feet made it feel to him like a 300-pound weight was on his back. He simply could not move. Jill got out her cell phone and called the police. She kept her foot planted on him until they arrived. Women would now feel safe walking in the park at night, she knew. As they were questioning her, one of the policemen was skeptical. “This story sounds really far fetched how you describe it.” Jill looked around and saw a tree stump. “Let me show you something and you might believe me.” She walked over to the stump, kneeled over, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and did judo chop to the side of it. It made a dent in it like an ax would. Again, the moon was full so all could see both the before and after. The policemen saw proof of the force of her hands and were convinced now of the truth of her story. In a few evenings, the whole town would be convinced not just of her own story, but of the truth of girl power in general. THE END |