Yet once his Sunday morning shift had passed, he found himself outside the entrance to Team Adi's Jiu Jitsu Dojo. At least he'd gotten her name at this point. He'd crept inside, armed to the teeth with the gear needed to survive in this strange submission sport. His sports bag was filled with a hand-me down judo gi from a coworker, more than big enough to fit his slender masculine frame, along with a tattered white belt and some rash guards from uncle Christopher's surfing days.
Adi was thoroughly busy sweeping and flooring men as he walked into the dojo, large thudding noises emanated heavily on the sweat stained tatami mats as she Osotogari-ed another prospective Heavyweight onto his back. Garrett had reached for a pamphlet from reception as he took a seat on the wooden bench, while peering up from time to time to see Adi's handiwork at play. She seemed to be the only coach here, and reading the pamphlet felt like going over an extensive list of accolades and accomplishments:
World Judo Champion in the Middleweight 70KG category, Abu Dhabi Combat Club Nogi Champion, European champion, Pan American Games Champion, Olympic Alternative for The Israeli Judoka National Team. Black Belts in BJJ, Judo, Sambo and Taekwondo. Registered coaching experience in Amateur wrestling, Muay Thai and Combat Sambo.
Another loud heavy thud came in his direction as Adi doubled legged an imposing Super-Heavyweight fighter like a bat out of hell. She was easy to spot in the centre of the Dojo with a white gi trimmed with blue lace at the hem, held together with a red and black belt fastened around her waist.
He couldn't make out other fellow white belts from who'd gathered around her as they watched warily as she chose who would be her next mangled plaything.
"Garett!" she yelled out excitedly when she spotted him on the benches, "Come to train?"
"Well…." He stammered out. Yes, he'd brought some Judo wear, but he wasn't exactly sure if he still wanted to pursue this crazy pseudo-wrestling-judo grappling thing or not.
"Changing rooms next to the elevator!" She pointed before she went back to her work of smashing men all over again.
"Oh. right." Garnett got up as he felt an invisible rope slowly dragging him to the makeshift Men's dressing room. Adi's voice seemed to grow more and more commanding from outside as he changed, and he returned dressed in his white Judogi.
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It was several sizes too big for him, overstepping the length of his wrists and ankles as he moved like a haggard Egyptian mummy to take his place amongst the 15 or so other men who'd paid for the privilege to get a pummelling by this crazy Jiu-Jitsu lady.
"Our next technique will be the jumping cross collar choke," Adi beamed, "Any volunteers?" There was a great deal of grumbling and mumbling amongst the group of higher belts that had gathered, until Garrett finally put up his hand to be the tribute.
"Wonderful," Adi giggled, "I thought eventually you were all going to draw sticks there." Garrett limped forward to his soon to be sensei with a sense of half-hardheartedness: Surely it couldn't be this bad really?
Her left hand reached out for a grasp of his right label. It felt that an iron claw had suddenly gotten a hold of Garrett's worn out Judogi. Her clench was firm and unshakeable, much like the fighting spirit of this strange woman.
"What's a tool any aspiring Martial Artist should have in their arsenal?" Adi asked the group of sweaty disgruntled men, "Any takers?"
Once again the dojo remained in silence, until Garrett decided to break the deadlock: "Surprise." He had seen too many martial arts movie reruns on the AMC channel back in the day.
"Exactly!" Adi remarked before locking eyes with her newest sparring partner." And how often do we see this move initiated in tournaments?"
She yanked on the lapel and dragged him forward before jumping on him and wrapping herself around him like a cobra
"ZERO!" Adi exclaimed, "Guard jumping became a lost art up until recently when it at the elite level at last year's worlds championships and-"
Garrett couldn't keep up with Adi's babbling as she went on and on about the arrival of guard jumping players into the metagame. Physically, her arms and legs wrapped around him like this, was the closest he'd ever been to a woman, a painful revelation for any 24 Year old Pizza boy to admit to.
And he meant boy, somewhere in the machismo world Garrett came from was the unspoken truth that one couldn't move from boyhood to manhood until they crossed the frontier of sex along the way. "Ready to get choked out?" she whispered into his large unevenly shaped ears. He couldn't even respond before Adi reached around him for a cross-collar choke, bringing him down to his knees as he rapidly tapped her thighs in a panicked submission. Once Adi had let go he found himself resting his reddened face deep in her bosom. He was dazed and a little bit confused, but, despite the harsh initial throttling, it hadn’t dampened his curiosity about this strange sport. Adi could only smile down at her newest pet project.
"Welcome to the club!"
