FEMALE MARTIAL ARTS JUSTICE: THE AFTERMATH (Pt. 1)

Three years later...

It was a cold and damp autumn morning in a small coastal village located in the remotest corner of a Nordic European country. Inside a café, a beautiful young woman was sitting down at her table, calmly sipping on a hot beverage from a big mug. A new generation laptop was open in front of her, its screen reflecting a cold digital light on the girl's adorable facial features. She was the only customer of the café and, judging from the town's almost empty streets, it looked like not many other people were going to show up in that small town hangout on that day. The only other human beings in the premises were a young female barista and some other invisible employee who was busy washing dishes and preparing snacks in the kitchen which was hidden from sight by a wall set behind the counter. The atmosphere in the room was very placid and relaxed. The interior of the café was entirely coated with the dark wood of the nearby forests which gave the place a rustic and authentic feel. Some breezy folk-rock music was being diffused at very low volume and a fire was crackling in a big traditional woodstove placed right in the centre of the room. A TV screen was hanging from the room’s ceiling, but the volume was appropriately turned off. There was a homely and warm vibe to the café: on such a cold Nordic day, it was a perfect shelter for working, studying or just for nesting in and relaxing with a warm beverage. 

A mix of work and relaxation was exactly what the young woman was looking for on that morning. She had just moved to that remote village and she was still adjusting to her new neighborhood. For the few inhabitants of that fishermen's village, she could have been a student, a young professional or a biologist collecting data about the Nordic nature from the nearby scientific stations: nobody in the village knew who she was and why she had come to that lonely and cold (upper) corner of the world. She did not talk much but she seemed a nice and independent woman who fitted really well in that reserved and very private community. She did not say much that morning too: after parking her high-tech sport bike just outside the café, she walked through the door and ordered a big cup of Americano. Then she sat on a comfortable armchair right in front of a table which was placed beside a large window: she took out her laptop from her backpack and began her work session. The beautiful girl seemed lost in her thoughts as she took breaks from her laptop to gaze on the green countryside which merged into the grey and cold sea in the distance. Even if her demeanor was very quiet and private, the lonesome young woman’s beauty and charisma were radiating throughout the entire place. She looked like she was in her early-to-mid-twenties and her pulchritude had just blossomed at its fullest. Her jet-black hair was cut in a straight fringe on her forehead. Just below the fringe, a pair of shiny blue eyes were mirroring the screen of her laptop or the landscape outside the window. Little clouds of lovely freckles adorned her upper cheekbones around her delicate nose. She did not need to wear make-up because the contrast between her black hair, blue eyes, her perfect facial features, and her marble-white skin was simply stunning and visually hypnotic in itself. Wearing a comfortable wool jumper, tight leggings, and sport shoes – which she had slipped off the moment she put her legs under the table - the girl was dressed kind of casually. She had cycled there that morning from her house which was located on the peaceful shores of a nearby lake, in the middle of the Nordic forest. Even if her body was entirely covered, it was clear that she possessed a very toned and fit physique: each time she crossed or extended her legs under the table, muscles were sensually darting under the tissue of her tight leggings. When she sometimes stretched her arms, neck and shoulders, her movements were appropriate and accurate, showing signs of a proper athletics, gymnastics, and yoga background. Feeling absolutely relaxed in the homely ambience of the café, the young girl was stretching and massaging her pantyhose covered ankles and feet too. Each time she did that she was getting nods of approval and winks of female complicity by the Nordic female bartender to which she replied in sympathy. It was her first time in that café but she was getting a nice, welcoming feeling from the place.

Turn on the News

Out of the blue, the warm peace of the café was shattered by hi-pitched yells of excitemment coming from the otherwise very quiet female bartender: ‘Yay! It’s starting now!’ The young café owner clapped her hands in anticipation. Then she turned her head slightly. ‘Switch on your TV back there!’ she commanded in a stern tone. She was speaking to the employee who was hidden in the back, ordering him to switch on the TV in the kitchen too. The bartender was a young woman barely in her twenties. She was incredibly attractive too, a mix between Viking and Slavic beauty with an athletic and toned body. She was wearing a Chinese mini dress, black pantyhose and open toed high heel shoes: the muscles on her shapely and long legs clearly showed that she was an athlete too…a kickboxer, maybe. Sitting on a stool behind the counter with her long  nylon-covered legs sensually crossed and her Chinese dress, the young female bartender was a perfect cross between northern beauty and oriental mystery. Apart from her silent gestures of approval towards her customer, the female coffee owner had been relatively quiet all morning. All of a sudden though, the opening titles of the news broadcast from the TV sent her into a state of visible excitement: she sounded like she had been waiting for that specific feature to be broadcast. The female bartender turned off the background music and turned on the volume of the television. Then she spoke to the only customer in the café. ‘Sorry about the TV, normally it’s always switched off in here but you will agree with me that today is a special anniversary for all of us women of the world!’ – the barista’s sudden enthusiasm was contagious and it made the laptop girl grin. ‘Sure!’ she replied with a calm and approving smile –‘No worries, I want to watch this too’. One more time, the statuesque bartender nodded to her female guest with a smile of proud complicity. Then the two women turned their eyes on the TV screen. 

As the excited barista had just pointed out, that was the day of a very important anniversary indeed. It was such a significant occurrence that the media from the entire globe were dedicating 24 hours in-depth special broadcasts to the occasion. They had done the same also for the previous two anniversaries since the original event had happened. To celebrate that important date, marches, conferences, parties, tournaments, performances, concerts, exhibitions, screenings, plays, debates and all sorts of activities were going to take place in every corner of the world. Festivities and ceremonies were scheduled for the whole day and, in certain countries, they were going to continue for weeks or even months. Obviously, the anniversary celebrations – with all their implications - were the main viral and trending topic on the web and on social media too, not only for the day but in the weeks before and after. Whether one was in favour of it – and its telluric consequences - or not, the importance of what had happened on that day was extremely clear and tangible for the entire human race: the world had never been the same since that event and the revolutionary changes that it had unleashed were still very much happening and developing in every aspect of life and society.

A World-Changing Day

The anniversary celebrations focused on how, on that same day three years before, the lifeless and savagely ravaged body of a very high-profile criminal boss had been found on the floor of an industrial hangar located in an abandoned mining site. The man was the much-feared leader of one of the biggest Mafia families in the world: he was a very powerful guy, with friends and allies in very high places. His gang had established a reign of terror which had always escaped the investigations of international police agencies thanks to bribery, violence, and corruption. Thanks to the dirty money that he had earned with his criminal activities, the man had built a financial empire which could influence the politics and the economy of entire areas of the world. His most feared asset was his army of henchmen: 249 bloodthirsty killers who were capable of any act of unspeakable cruelty. The Boss’s power seemed unshakable and his evil empire absolutely invincible. Throughout the years, this criminal organisation had crushed anyone who dared to oppose them, be it rival gangs or brave investigators. They did it with cruelty and bravado, showing how they could strike whoever they wanted any time they wanted to. A couple of investigators, who also happened to be husband and wife, learned this lesson the hard way: they got tortured and killed in their own house by a commando led by the boss himself. All the women in the family were brutally raped. Only the youngest daughter of the couple managed to escape the violence by hiding somewhere in the house. She probably died in the arson - started by the mafiosi themselves - of the family's house, even if her corpse was never found...She was only a little child but the Mafia did not show any mercy for her innocent life.

However, a few months before the celebrated event, a mysterious enemy had started attacking this until then invincible Mafia gang with devastating effectiveness. As the entire world watched in amazement, the ravaged and destroyed corpses of experienced mafia sicarios started being found over several crime scenes with impressive regularity. Sometimes it was just one or a small group of freshly killed gangsters which got found. On other occasions, entire killing fields were discovered with several dozens of horribly crippled male corpses all belonging to the same criminal family. Even more surprisingly, it seemed that this mysterious mafia-slaying entity was having no casualties at all in the war against these fully armed and dangerous men: it was only members of the mafiosi who were being found dead and mutilated. It was soon clear that these much feared and battle-hardened gangsters were absolutely unable to fight back against this mysterious enemy who was mercilessly decimating them. Adding further enigmas to the situation, the criminals’s cause of death was particularly puzzling too, both for the police and the media. None of the gangsters had been killed by gunshots, bombs, knives or any other weapon: the only bullets and shells which got found on the crime scenes were the ones which the gangsters had fired in vain, in their hopeless attempt to stop their ruthless opponent. To the utter amazement of the investigators and of the media and the worldwide public, the scientific police department soon revealed that all the gangsters had been killed by an adversary who was not making use of any form of weapon: this unstoppable force of justice was fighting bare handed. In particular, by analysing the devastated corpses that were being left on the ground, it was demonstrated that the deadly wounds, traumas and injuries that led the gangsters to death had all been caused by martial arts kicks from shoeless feet! The investigators, the media and the public were totally shocked! How could hundreds of fully armed mafiosi who had won every war they had waged against the police and rival gangs, get slaughtered by a bare-handed enemy who was only using feet as a weapon against them? However, no matter how crazy it seemed to be, this version of events was matched by more and more evidence as the investigations progressed. Indeed, the daring hypothesis fully corresponded with the one and only other sign of an external presence which the investigators were able to find on the scene of the crime: footprints of a pair of shoeless size 9 feet were always present near the corpses of the gangsters. The footprints were sometimes left by bare feet, other times they belonged to nylon-covered soles, but they were always shoeless and most times bloody: clearly, the person responsible for them had been stepping in the blood which the gangsters were losing copiously as they were being vanquished kick after kick. Regularly, the footprints could also be found on the faces, clothes and bodies of the gangsters, leaving a humiliating mark of submission and defeat on their corpses. The medical police even found traces of foot skin and/or nylon tissue inside the mouths of the dead gangsters. It was almost as if the assassin had forced the victims to kiss, suck, lick and worship the same feet that were slaughtering them! 

But the amazement was not over yet, as the surprises for the police, for the media and for the public just kept on coming. It was soon discovered that all the footprints found on the crime scenes belonged to one single person! That could only mean one incredible thing: the stunning feat of destroying an entire Mafia gang made of 250 cruel and expert assassins was being carried out by one person who was always fighting alone! Nevertheless, the investigative conjecture that really sent public opinion into a shocked frenzy was another one: according to anatomical and skin PH analysis of the Martial Arts Mafia killer’s footprints, it seemed that this infallible gangster destroying machine was indeed a female! It was a woman who was singlehandedly demolishing a giant organisation made of hundreds of ruthless assassins! 

An Incendiary Idea

The theory that the unstoppable Mafia Slayer was a woman, albeit based on scientific investigation, was met with incredulity - if not derision - by the head of police, the ministry of interior and the mainstream media. In spite of the incredible achievements that women were accomplishing on a daily basis in all areas of society since several years now - regularly and largely outdoing men in every field of the human enterprise - sexism and chauvinism were still widespread even in the most advanced societies. 

This was particularly absurd and unfair, since there had already been several examples of women who proved able to outfight men in combat in the previous years. Some of these female victories had been celebrated on the media with tv shows, documentaries, films and series thus normalising the idea that a woman could kick a man’s ass, or several men’s asses, and even submit them as slaves in the aftermath of their confrontation. In particular, a world-famous female dancer, choreographer, and martial arts expert created an incredibly successful ballet which was inspired by her fighting back and winning against a vicious male stalker: to outdo her enemy she used her ballet and martial arts trained feet, kicking the man into submission in spectacular and elegant fashion. She turned her personal experience into a groundbreaking and incredibly compelling show which revolutionised contemporary dance and empowered countless women all over the world. For her world travelling company, this radically feminist artist only put under contract female dancers who, like herself, had been victims of sexual harassment or abuse from men. Her masterstroke though was the  special agreement which she managed to reach with the authorities of each country in which the ballet was staged: she was allowed to forcibly recruit all the convicted male sex criminals and reported offenders from the nearest prisons as ‘partners’ for her female martial arts dancers. The convicts were obliged to participate as a part of their punishment for their crimes. Amongst them there was also the original stalker of the female coreographer who - at each performance of the show (including the rehearsals) - got to be on the receiving end of all the savage kickings he got from his leotard clad female opponent...again and again. To make the show even more relevanto to all the communities they visited, in every new city she invited local female dancers who had been abused by men to take part to the show. For all the female dancers who had been victims of abuse, the show was a form of powerful catharsis and an incredibly healing therapy. Finally these young women had the chance to unload on stage against these horrible men. They did it with a beautiful mixture of martial arts and ballet which magnified female gracefulness and dexterity while canceling male ugliness and brutality: some of the ballerinas had the chance to ‘dance’ with the same men who had abused them. Needless to say, those confrontations were particularly intense. The families of the ballerina and of the convict too were always invited to the stagings: it was part of the cathartic process to see their dear ones getting their revenge or – in the case of the men – getting the beating of a lifetime under the strong and graceful feet of their former victims. As a result, several of the men were badly injured or permanently crippled. A good number of these ex abusers ‘accidentally’ died during the ballet/fights: that only enhanced the authenticity and the emotional weight of the performances. Some of these men were death row convicts anyway and the production of the show had the legal right to carry out their execution by ballerina kicks. For what concerns the other abusers who died but were not on death row….prisons are always overcrowded all over the world and no one was going to miss these creeps anyway. Not to mention the financial benefit that the community would get from not having to pay for food and lodging for these male reprobates. All over the world, it was a funny sight to see how police wagons, ambulances, and communal hearses were waiting outside the backdoor of the theatres to carry the men back to their prisons or to the hospitals. In the worst cases, the ride went straight to the obituary. On the other side of the theatre, the emotional but triumphant ballerinas were saluted with applause and flowers by a crowd of fans as they left the premises on a red carpet which led them to limousines waiting for them. Sometimes they were still overcome with emotion and their pretty but deadly feet were still wet with the blood of their enemies as they left.,,it was really intense but these women's thirst for closure of their personal drama had been finally quenched and they could finally move on with their lives. This incredible ballet show toured the world for two years. It was now on hold but another world tour was about to commence, for the excitement of all women and the utter terror of hundreds of doomed men…

Another powerful example of how females could easily outfight men was provided by a female martial arts expert who managed to build an entertainment franchise out of her life-long confrontation with a deluded man who could not accept her superiority in combat. She began sharing videos of all their matches on her social media, from their teenage years until the present day: since day one all fights were completely one-sided in her favor thus showing her infinite superiority over the hopeless loser dude. Barefoot kicks were her special weapon against her perpetually-losing male foe. The massive hunk regularly ended on the floor, kow-towing in front of her victorious female opponent, kissing the bare feet of the woman who had been kicking his ass for his entire life. The viral success of these videos led to incredible notoriety for this female martial artist and to unbelievable shame for the defeated man and – consequently – for the entire male genre. Eventually, she beat the man into becoming her employee and personal slave for life. With smart entrepreneurial wit, the woman - who was also blessed by supermodel-level good looks - quickly built a media empire on her own history of success over pathetic male foe. Their story became a reality show, a film franchise, a multiple season series, a documentary, a Youtube channel and a continued hit on all social networks. She also started a martial arts school for women, opening dojos all over the world with enormous success: using living males in their flesh and blood as kicking bags for the female attendees became one of the stand-out features of these schools. However, in spite of these recent and very popular showcases of female martial arts supremacy, only a few enlightened people were ready to embrace the idea that a woman could singlehandedly overwhelm, destroy and humiliate hundreds of well-armed male criminals…and that she could do it by only using her feet! It was a feat which was deemed impossible even for a man, let alone a woman, according to the prevailing chauvinistic mindset of a society which was still influenced by patriarchal prejudices. Nevertheless, some feminist groups and various free thinkers started voicing their belief in the theory which maintained that the mysterious serial slayer of the gangsters was a female. The thought that such a macho and sexist organisation as the mafia was being demolished under the feet of a female martial artist was exciting to the point of exhilaration for those who believed in female superiority! Supporters of this theory started talking about Female Martial Arts Justice and were calling their heroine as the ‘deadly feet of female revenge’: she was the avatar who was announcing a new era of gynarchy and female domination, for the desperation of all chauvinistic men. 

Nevertheless, - despite the growing support that the Female Martial Arts Justice theory was receiving - the mainstream media and a large share of worldwide public opinion were still convinced that there was no way that a single non-armed person – let alone a woman -could be responsible for such unbelievable -and righteous - destruction…While the debate on the media, on the web and throughout the entire society kept on escalating uncontrollably, the decimation of the mafiosi continued relentlessly: in the space of a few months, this mysterious silent assassin had accomplished the apparently impossible task to singlehandedly slaughter almost every member of the Boss’s army of blood thirsty gangsters. As a result, the Boss had gone into hiding, trying to escape the wrath of the ruthless agent of justice who had demolished his criminal empire using martial arts kicks. Inevitably, the unstoppable executioner found out about the whereabouts of the remaining criminals and managed to carry out the execution of the last group of  gangsters and the big boss himself. The third anniversary of the day when the dead and horribly mutilated corpses of the boss and his remaining gangsters got found by the police and the media was the occasion which was being celebrated all over the world that day. However, the reason for this annual celebration was not only the demise of the boss and his organisation. There was much more at stake, something that would change the world forever as the female presenter of the broadcast proudly boasted.

A Strangely Fascinating Death Scene

All the previous killings left behind spectacular death scenes, but the last massacre was performed a particularly cruel, imaginative, and humiliating way for the victims. It was done during one night of bloodshed which took place in two locations. The first one was the luxurious mansion in which the boss was hiding: the house soon became notorious as the ‘Villa of Death’ due to the particularly gory death scenes which the mafia slayer had left behind. The other one was a hangar set in an abandoned mining site in which the slayer of the mafiosi had set headquarters. The scene which greeted the police and the media reporters when they entered the hangar was impressive, to say the least. From the outside, the hangar was just a giant and rusty mining site building. However, once past the big metal doors, the place had a totally different vibe to it. It looked like way more like the set of a giant art installation rather than a crime scene. Film set lights were positioned everywhere. A trapeze was hanging from the ceiling, beside an electrical pulley. The walls and the floor had been painted white, like they were a canvas for a giant, house-wide tableau. And just like in a tri-dimensional action painting, the entire room was sprayed with flashes of red, green and yellow…but mostly it was the color red – blood red - which was catching the eye of those who entered the hangar. The first people on the scene suddenly realised that those flashes, stains and puddles of color had been spilled from the corpse which was found lying on the floor, right in the centre of the hangar.

Horribly ravaged, deformed, mutilated, and crippled the corpse had to be put to the DNA test several times to confirm that it unequivocally belonged to the - once-feared – boss of the gang. His face was completely unrecognisable: all his facial features had been devastated, reshaped and finally cancelled by the assassin during what looked like an atrociously slow killing by foot torture.

Inevitably, the gracious bare footprints which had been found on the location of each massacre, were abundantly present here too and all over the hangar. As it had happened in for other assassinations too, the footprints were also visible on the flesh of the victim: in this case two parallel footprints were literally engraved over the face of the victim, making it even more unrecognisable. The boss had been pummeled so hard that his head was as soft as a wet clod of mud at the moment of his death: therefore, it looked like the assassin had been standing with both feet on the boss’s head, forever engraving those bare soles into the face of her enemy and smothering him to death at the same time. Everyone agreed sarcastically that those already legendary footprints were by far the prettiest thing on that face, even before the destruction it had gone through.

It looked like the slayer of the mafiosi had adopted a ritualistic approach to the execution of the boss: some form of sacrifice had been going on there. Despite the gore, the horror of the severed body parts and the increasing smell of death, there was a sense of beauty and calm to the entire setting. It was the theatre of the final chapter in the complete extermination of one of the most famous criminal organisations in the world: the slayer of the mafiosi really wanted to rise up to the occasion by leaving behind a memorable sanctuary of deadly justice. 

Obviously the media jumped all over the huge news immediately. Images of the scene of the crime became viral all over the social networks instantly. The news that this horrible criminal had been taken out forever were met with enthusiasm and relief all over the world: however, the striking images and the videos from the scene of his execution soon became the real hot topic of conversation for the mass public of the entire world. The mystery surrounding the responsible for the massacre of hundreds of mafiosi and the demolition of a huge criminal organisation was the most talked about issue of the year. Everyone suspected it already, but it was soon suggested by some investigators that all the killings in the villa and the execution of the boss in the hangar – after an initial confrontation between the boss and the killer in the Villa’s bunker – had been carried out by at the same unknown enemy who was fighting barehanded or, better, barefooted. It was the same enemy who had killed all the previous gangsters, reaching the unbelievable number of 250 enemies slaughtered singlehandedly. 

This impressive final chapter exponentially augmented and inflamed the debate over the mystery surrounding the identity of the heroic mafia slayer.

Even if most mainstream media as well as the police were still largely dismissing this possibility, several clues coming from investigations on the crime scenes were starting to reinforce the theory that the mafia slayer was indeed a woman. Apart from the footprints, evidence of a female presence had already been found on previous gangster extermination sites and quietly hidden: this time though the case was too big and the signs were really too many to be ignored. In the Villa of Death, a father and a son, both belonging to the Mafia gang, were found dead. Their broken corpses were sitting alongside a corridor’s wall, facing each other. Both had the feet ends of a well-worn nylon pantyhose inside their mouths, as if they had been sucking on it until a few seconds before their death. It was an atrocious but at the same time sarcastic death scene: a father and a soon both violently killed and connected in death by a bridge made of recently worn female pantyhose whose feet were stuck inside their respective mouths. Micro pieces of that pantyhose were found in all their lethal wounds: it was a clear sign that they had been slaughtered by someone who was wearing that very pantyhose while kicking them and that had removed the nylon to stick it in the mouth of the two men in order to further humiliate them and to ridicule their familiar tragedy. Not to mention that all the men from the same family of the two found in the Villa of Death had already been slaughtered. What a sassy and sarcastic way to end a mafia family’s bloodline! Pieces of the same pantyhose had been found also in the lethal injuries inflicted to the two other gangsters found dead around the Villa’s garden. In one case, the head of a particularly young gangster had been horrifyingly smashed like a pumpkin all over a low wall. Micro-traces of pantyhose fabric were found inside the boy’s head too. To their own disbelief the investigators had to come to the shocking conclusion that the boy mafioso’s cranium had been crushed into pieces by a head-splitting kick from pantyhose-covered foot! Another puzzling detail, which the scientific police did not share with the media for a very long time, was that abundant traces of male semen were found amongst all the other bodily fluids which came out from the destroyed groins of each gangster who had been killed by the mafia slayer. Each one of the 250 dead gangsters had climaxed in their trousers, during the final stages of their execution or, sometimes – and most incredibly - a few second after their death. It seemed that, even if the barefoot killer regularly destroyed the genitals of the gangsters during the confrontation, these notoriously sexist men could not help but honoring their executioner with an orgasm, the last one of their abusive criminal lives…

But the most important clue, the one that sent all the radical feminists screaming in euphoria, was found inside the corpse of the Crime boss himself. Many of his countless body and head injuries presented several traces of pantyhose and female foot skin too. However, the most surprising and – at the same time – impressive detail was found inside his ravaged mouth. Amongst the gore with which the boss’s oral cavity was filled with, there was a used female tampon! Despite being drenched with all the other fluids belonging to the boss’s destroyed mouth and head, it was clear that the tampon had been originally stained with abundant female menstrual blood. Other traces of menstrual blood were also found inside and around what was left of the man’s mouth. It looked like, in an ultimate act of disgust and defiance towards the almost dead enemy, a female killer had used the boss’s mouth as a garbage dump in which she had thrown her menstrual tampon. It was the most incredible reversal of patriarchal attitudes ever: for ages men had manipulated female menstruation in order to control, isolate and belittle women. Entire male dominated civilisations used menstruation as an excuse to direct disgust towards women. Now, the mysterious avenger that many people believed to be a woman was using the mouth of an alpha male she had just killed with her feet as a garbage dump for her used menstrual tampon. She had defeated a once powerful male and now was using his massive corpse as nothing more than a disposal for her female bodily fluids! That was the perfect triumph of the female as well as the lowest humiliation for the chauvinistic male! Moreover, according to patriarchal mentality, a woman was supposed to be almost incapacitated during her monthly period: but now the total victory of this possibly female assassin over much feared male criminals could demonstrate that even during her period, a barehanded – and barefooted - woman was able to destroy an entire army of men completely and effortlessly with her fighting dexterity. If the hypothesis which maintained that the slaying of the mafiosi had been accomplished by a single woman was going be confirmed, even the last pillar of dumb male chauvinist mentality – physical superiority - was going to be blown to pieces and finally destroyed. The massacre of this huge mafia gang by a single woman could become the most undisputable and definitive affirmation of female superiority ever produced: it was the ultimate feminist statement which would inflict the final blow to the patriarchal society and, very likely, lead to a female revolution all over the world!

Setting the Stage for a Revolution...

It was perhaps for these reasons precisely that the investigators and the mainstream media continued to dismiss the notion that a woman could have accomplished that unbelievable feat. They were in sinful denial, despite increasing clues and evidence which were demonstrating that the opposite was actually true. The powers that be even had the nerve to declare that the phone call which disclosed the location of the Boss’s body to the media and the police, which had been made by a female voice! - was probably a scam to muddy the waters and to confuse the investigators. They kept saying that slaying 250 men singlehandedly and without using any weapon, was impossible for any person, let alone a woman. Despite the incredible demonstration of female prowess and superiority which women were delivering in every field of human activity, prejudice in society was still strong: still influenced by centuries of patriarchal culture, a great share of public opinion decided to embrace the chauvinistic views of the mainstream media and the investigators. Feminists and various other free thinkers kept on voicing the opposite notion and they were often being ridiculed by the mainstream media channels. Incensed by this display of misogynism, the Martial Arts ballet choreographer publicly challenged 10 famous male fighters to a rumble which was going to be televised all over the world. She wanted to demonstrate that a single woman could defeat multiple men in bare handed combat. To the amazement of the entire globe, she easily defeated the 10 combat-trained men. The rules of the fight allowed them to  attack their female opponent all together at the same time, but they were no match for her graceful and lethal ballerina kicks. One by one or in groups all the men fell down at the woman’s feet, begging for her mercy in front of the entire world: dressed in a dance leotard and black thighs, the woman made all the men them kiss and suck her lethal pantyhosed feet, showing the entire world how she had destroyed her male enemies’ minds as well as their bodies. At the end of the fight, she stood triumphant over the pile of unconscious men she had just defeated with her combination of ballet and martial arts. All her adversaries were so badly injured and irreparably shamed after the fight that they decided to retire from combat sports forever. In solidarity with the martial arts ballerina, the woman who had built a media empire out of her life-long victorious confrontation with her deluded male opponent did exactly the same thing: she challenged 20 men to attack her simultaneously, while she could only use her kicks to defend herself. She arranged the fight to happened during the most followed talk show on North American television: all the most cynical public deniers -journalists, politicians, opinion makers - of the female martial arts justice theory were invited to attend. These sexist nay-sayers had to see with their own eyes what a single woman could do with her martial arts feet. To up the ante even more, the men fighting against her were allowed to use sidearms during the confrontation. She won effortlessly, humiliating the males under her lethal bare feet in another impressive showcase of Female Martial Arts Supremacy: to further shame their enemies she walked on their unconscious bodies in triumph. Another iconic victory pose followed, with the female martial arts woman standing barefooted over an even higher pile of knocked out muscle me. This time the number of men who decided to disappear forever from the world of combat sports, having suffered grave and permanent physical and psychological consequences from a public humiliation against a female opponent, amounted to twenty...The defeated men made the right choice because, as a result, their reputation was destroyed as well as their bodies. Some of them had been castrated by the well placed groin destroying kicks of their ferocious and vastly superior female adversary. Overwhelmed by the humiliation, abandoned by their fans, friends and family, and permanently damaged by the explosive kicks of this unbelievable woman, some of these once celebrated fighters committer suicide. At that point though noone cared about the destiny of these male losers: their demise was seen as a footnote of their female opponent's glory as well as another sign of hopeless male weakness as women were vanquishing them in every field. Both fights went viral on the web generating memes, tik-tok videos and countless social media trends. In a copycat frenzy, similar fights were arranged all over the world, featuring a single martial arts woman against multiple men. The end results, which were always promptly shared on social media with each video getting several billions of views, were always the same: the barefoot and barehanded martial arts woman was always winning no matter how many men – often brandishing weapons - were throwing themselves against her. It became obvious that a well-trained woman who could use her feet to fight could win against multiple men under any condition. However, despite all the repeated and undeniable demonstrations of female superiority in combat and in the face of all the evidence emerging from the investigations, the  media, the chief of police and the government – all institutions which were largely male dominated - continued to doubt and deride the theory that maintained that a single martial arts expert could have carried out that systematic and spectacular massacre of the most powerful mafia gang in the world. The persistence of this sexist and chauvinist mentality despite all rational evidence, convinced the Martial Arts ballet coreographer and the female media entrepreneur that they needed to join forces to create a new and more belligerent feminist movement: they called it the Revolutionary Gynarchic Party. This new party’s mission will be to crush the patriarchy under women’s feet forever: from the ruins of the male dominated world a new gynarchic society will arise in which women would rule by the foot, restoring the natural order of things…First step towards the revolution: make sure that all women got proper Martial Arts training, so that they could use their natural propension for this elegant form of combat as their main weapon against the patriarchy. Defeating man with kicks delivered by barefoot female feet was a strategy devised to humiliate the male ego and to re-awaken the dormant submissiveness of the male genre: female feet were at the same time weapons of mass male distruction and symbols of the eternal domination of the superior feminine over the inferior masculine. The two extraordinary women announced the birth of this new international party with enormous success. Immediately, women from all over the world started joining these two outstanding female pioneers in the pursuit of this noble cause. Following their example, other lethal women came out, to reveal their experience of being relentless men-killing machines to the world. The most important case of this trend was a former- yet still young - female secret agent specialised in martial arts. She revealed how, during her special missions she had singlehandedly killed thousands of men using only her feet as her weapon: all across her fulminating career, she had easily accomplished countless missions which had previously been assessed as utterly impossible for any man, or team of men. She used to live in secret but by now she had no reason to keep her identity hidden: she had already wiped out all her enemies, their relatives, and allies under her feet. She did it so meticulously that there was no need for her to hide her identity anymore: she had killed all the men who could pose a threat to her and she became a prodigiously rich woman in the process. Now she was getting bored staying at home with her slave Bob. He was the only gangster who survived her during a mission in which she had completely exterminated an entire mafia family: having noticed his endurance to punishment, the lethal secret agent decided to turn him into her personal slave and kicking bob for life. After a lifetime spent in secrecy, she decided to go public and reveal her identity to support the female revolution. The other two outstanding leaders decided to put her in the directorial board of the new born Revolutionary Gynarchic Party. With the addition of this unstoppable young woman as a leader, the party was now a worldwide force be reckoned with, almost ready to take on the planet! However, one last push in favour of the gynarchic revolution was about to come, precisely from the case of the mysterious mafia slayer which has already kickstarted so much of the recent events.

In the meantime, the debate on the identity of the mafia slayer had reached its apex in the news, in the newspaper, on the web, amongst friends, in schools, within families and at all levels of society. Social tension was about to blow up and a cathartic solution was badly and quicly needed.

However, nobody could expect that the truth about the case was about to be unleashed unto the world in such and undisputable, earth-shattering way that the ensuing consequences would change human society forever...(To be continued)