FEMALE MARTIAL ARTS JUSTICE: THE AFTERMATH (PT. 3)

A Tale of Female Martial Arts Supremacy By Kicked72

Swept Away

The four gangsters were slowly recovering from the tremendous blow that sent them flying through the air and made them crash-land heavily on the hard floor of the warehouse. As they were struggling to get back on their feet, they felt hurt, shaken, and totally confused. Moreover, they still had to figure out exactly what it was that just hit them so incredibly hard. Violently scattered all over the place by the force of the impact, each one of them found himself lying in a different corner of the room, right under the stacks of piled-up crates which surrounded the table around which they had been sitting all evening. Three of them still had their limp dicks pathetically sticking out of their trousers, as they were masturbating when that portentous hit came down on them. Before that moment, they could remember stroking their erect penises for minutes: the gangsters were furiously masturbating over the irresistible bare feet of the new waitress that had been sent from the nearby bar to bring them coffee. They had memories of this beautiful young woman stepping on their table with an incredibly confident attitude. Showing immense courage, she used the gangsters as foot servants to remove her shoes thus unleashing the intoxicating allure of her bare feet on the assembled criminals. Her stunning looks and her expert use of her bare feet completely mesmerised the five men: none of them could refrain from reaching for their erect cocks to jerk off under the round table. In their currents PTS state, the gangsters were beginning to remember how the waitress was focusing on the oldest and portliest of them all: she rudely and seductively stuck one of her perfect feet inside his mouth and began pumping up and down, almost like she was raping the mouth of the fat gangster with her perfect foot. Then, in the very moment when the men around the table had reached that specific point of no-return after which orgasm is inevitable, something that looked like a flesh-coloured whirlwind suddenly hit them and sent them flying through the air. The four men took off from their chairs, as if they were boneless stuffed puppets which had been blown away by a centrifuge force, like some kind of tornado. Despite the devastating impact of that blow on their olive-skinned faces, all the gangsters’ dicks shot abundant wads of sperm as they were flying into the air. Then their unconscious bodies heavily hit the floor or crashed against piles of crates. 

After a period of time which none of the stunned men was able to calculate -it could have been a matter of seconds or even several minutes – the gangsters started to come back to their senses, albeit in dribs and drabs. As they were waking up again, the pain that they felt all over their bodies and, in particular, on the left side of their faces started growing and growing until it became almost unbearable. Amongst groans of agony, the four men were awkwardly trying to stand up, massaging their swollen jaws and their aching backs. That’s when they heard the sultry sound of a female voice coming from the centre of the room ‘So, how this pretty demanding jury thinks that I have been doing so far?’ All the men turned their heads to look in the direction of that silvery and youthful voice. To their utter surprise, they found out that the voice was coming from the inviting mouth of that same woman who had just hypnotised them with her savage beauty and her pretty size 9 feet. She did not leave the premises, on the contrary! She was very much still there, dominating the room with her incredible presence. The young waitress was calmly sitting on top of the big green table: her shiny marble-white legs were crossed in a Yogi meditation pose and a confident, almost beatific smile was on her face. Above her, the ceiling fan lamp created a spotlight effect, almost as if this young woman was the main actress on a minimalistic theatre stage. From the semi-obscure corners of the room into which they had been propelled by her whirlwind kick, the four gangsters looked at the young waitress with a mixture of suspicion and confusion: could this pretty girl who looked like she was barely in her twenties be the devastating force that had sent them flying into the air and broke their faces? Their chauvinistic male minds were still struggling to accept that humiliating (for the men) reality…Sitting serendipitously with her legs crossed, the pretty young girl looked fresh, serene and totally in control while the men surrounding her where dazed, dumb and pained. The scene spoke for itself. A professional set designer would have struggled to represent the light/dark contrast between this young beautiful and skilled woman and the low-life thugs she had just kicked into obscurity. From the centre of the room the girl addressed the gangsters again: ‘Hey gentlemen! You wanted to see what I could do with these feet of mine – she pointed her fingers down towards her slender bare soles which were facing up, in a yoga cross legged position – So I thought that I might give you a little taste of what they are capable of. Mind you, that was barely a starter! We still have a long way to go tonight, but since you claimed that you are such a high-profile jury, especially when it comes to women, I would like to know what you think about my performance so far. You know, a little girl like me always needs the validation from big men like yourself for everything she does – she added sarcastically before continuing- I would have asked to this guy down here too but I’m afraid that he’s in a bit of a situation at the moment!’. The girl reinforced her words by pointing down at the floor right beside the table. That’s when the four gangsters saw something that, in their state of confusion, they had not been able to realise so far (perhaps they had noticed it already but their minds were just not able to process what their eyes were seeing…): to their utter shock and astonishment, the oldest and most important member of their squad - Antonio the Butcher they called him (he had earned this nickname for his notoriously gory crimes) - was lying down on the floor in an ever-expanding puddle of his own blood and other bodily fluids. He looked like he had fallen back on his chair after having been beaten and tortured in the most gruesome and devastating way. Copious quantities of blood were coming out from the back of his head. His face was nothing but a bloody and battered mask: even his eye sockets were bleeding (as a result of the rapid-fire poking of the man’s eyes which the young woman had just performed on him using her big toes). An incessant gurgling of blood was coming out from his mouth which was open at a grotesque and unnaturally wide angle. It was clear that his jaws had been cracked open and dislocated by an almighty and savage force. The blood gurgling made his entire body shake and tremble: it looked like he had a volcanic caldera in mouth but instead of lava or hot mud, there were blood and other assorted bodily fluids which were coming out of it. As a result, he made a continued, muffled bubbling sound which was just as faint as it was horrifying. Three out of four of the remaining gangsters could not believe their eyes! They had seen and performed countless acts of perverse violence in their life but nothing came close what had just been done to Antonio. Only the youngest gangster already had a glimpse of the destruction that this young sexy woman had brought upon Antonio with her bare feet, before getting knocked out just like the other guts: the young boy – who looked more or less the same age as the girl - was still in a state of shock, trembling and silent as he was waking up from the tremendous kick he received. ‘Yes guys, it’s pretty bad. It looks like the much-feared Antonio the Butcher has finally been butchered!’ – the girl laughed at her own black joke while the men could not take their eyes away from Antonio’s horrifying bleeding scene. Slightly amused by the situation, the girl continued merrily ‘But don’t worry he’s not dead…yet. Ok basically he’s already in hell because he is going through unspeakable agony and it’s all thanks to these babies here’ – she playfully pointed at her feet again with glee – ‘Anyway, just like the rest of you he will soon be in actual hell, but first there’s something else that I need to do to him. Even in the afterworld, spoiler alert, he’s going to keep on suffering because I have applied some techniques on him which will make him suffer for eternity, even after his physical death. How cool is that guys?’ Playfully seeking her opponents’ approval for her frankly remarkable feat, the young girl gave inclined her head to one side: a big smile was highlighting her perfect white teeth was on her face and she flashed a double victory sign at her stunned opponents. She looked like a crimson headed Harley Quinn making fun of her helpless male enemies.

Adding Insult to Injury

After almost a minute of pure shock, the second oldest gangster from the pack finally spoke. His voice was trembling with rage: ‘OK, enough with your games whore! Before you die, tell us who has done this to Antonio? Where is he hiding? Is he here? Speak now and perhaps we’ll kill you kind of fast. But if you don’t talk now you can bet that you’ll end up way worse that all the other bitches that we have slaughtered so far!’ The girl pouted humorously pretending to be upset as she replied: ‘Wow, so salty! For being guys who have dished out torture, abuse, and murder for all their lives you are not taking this very gentlemanly, I have to say. Could it be that maybe finally getting your payback for all your evil deeds is hurting you a little bit? Well, I guess you reap what you sow as they say…However, at the risk of repeating myself I’m telling you again: it was me who kicked the ass of this asshole here and I did it with my bare feet!’ – she looked down at her silky soles once again - ‘And by the way, look at how dirty my feet are now! I have been working all day in that bar and then I had to stick my feet inside a couple of your mouths already…let alone running one of them through your friend’s disgusting head. All this activity can get a girl’s feet quite dirty. Ok I’m going to wipe them on your faces and bodies in a few seconds but I guess that they will get dirtier by the end of the night: it’s kind of gross having to kick dirty bastards like you guys but as saying goes ‘It’s a dirty job but someone’s going to do it’. Anyway, when I’ll be finished with you I don’t want to scrape your disgusting blood and guts from my feet with my own hands so I guess that I will pick one of you to wash my feet, just before I kill him too…Let me see which one of you will be the privileged one…’. The young woman was whimsically stroking her perfect chin with her hand as she scanned the group of blessed gangsters with her green/blue eyes, making up her mind about the one amongst them who was going to wash her feet at the end of her lethal mission against the Mafia.

‘I told you to stop fooling around, dirty whore!’ – the oldest of the gangster shouted – ‘Speak some sense or go away before we slaughter you! Do you think that I’m stupid? You want me to believe that a young girl like you has just vanquished one of the most notorious gangsters in the world?’ The man was now screaming in anger. His misogynist mindset did not allow him to see the obvious truth.

‘Yes, that’s exactly what happened my dear’ the girl replied calmly ‘and in case you are still wondering in your stupid male minds, I am also the one who sent the four of you flying across the room. It’s a technique called the Whirlwind Kick, FYI. Once again you can thank my feet for that…but don’t worry you will have many chances to express your heartfelt gratitude to my feet before the night is over! We’ll be starting with three, or maybe four, variations on the Whirlwind Kick. You have just experienced the first one, which is the Sitting Whirlwind: I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I did! I’m not going anywhere for now…actually I think you will be the ones who will soon be gone forever’.

‘This is bullshit!’ - the man replied, even more furiously –‘Tell me where your comrades are and where you are hiding the weapons you have just used against us! Tell us now!’

‘No comrades and no weapons at al man! – the young woman exclaimed, with an exasperated tone in her voice – ‘As I told you already: look no further than these pretty bare feet of mine! They have impaled your friend’s fat head and smashed your dirty faces. By the way how are your jaws guys?’

To the girl’s mention of their jaws the men all touched their aching and swollen cheekbones.

‘I know, they keep swelling and they hurt very bad. You should see yourself in the mirror guys. You were ugly before but now…jeez! You are becoming more disgusting to look at with every second! – the young woman laughed – ‘That’s because I’ve just broken all your left cheekbones with my kick. Four cheekbones with just one kick: not bad, what do you think?’ The girl flashed another playful victory sign to the utterly shocked men who, in the meantime, had walked from their corners to stand beside the gangster who was speaking. Now they were all standing in front of the girl, trying to scare her somehow…but clearly they were miserably failing in their intent. 

‘I wanted to show you that your dicks are not the only parts of your bodies that my bare feet can get to swell out of proportion. And this is just the beginning, get ready for a long night of swelling, breaking and…bleeding – she quickly turned her head in the direction of the fat old man who was bleeding out on the floor. ‘By the way, how does it feel?’ – the girl suddenly asked.

‘What do you mean with ‘how does it feel, bitch?’ one of the men replied, sounding angry, scared and confused at the same time.

‘How does it feel to climax while your jaw is being broken by the same foot you were jerking off about?’ – the girl explained as her question left the dumb men silent with astonishment – ‘Well I guess that’s something that a girl like me will never experience, luckily. Only men can be stupid to the point of getting aroused with the weapon of their own destruction and ultimate demise. That makes you so weak and even easier to overcome than you already would be under normal conditions. You are so funny guys, but dumb-funny and definitely not smart-funny if you know what I mean!’ – the young woman giggled and continued - ‘and you should thank me for making you live the unique experience of getting an orgasm while you are being kicked in the face. It does not happen every day, even if in the near future it will probably be the only way to get off for many men: at least you had a glimpse flashing in front of your eyes, before your death’. Then she pointed her finger at the pack of men in front of her. ‘Wow and also it seems that, despite the damage they’ve already inflicted you, my bare feet are starting to have their effect on you once again! Hahaha’ The girl laughed heartily as the confused men looked down to their groins: with total embarrassment they found out that she was right! They were so dazed from the jaw breaking kick and by the whole situation that three of them hadn’t realised that they had their dicks still sticking out of their trousers’ flap. ‘At least put your dicks back into the flap of your pants gentlemen, because…dicks don’t lie guys!’ – the pretty girl laughed as she spoke – ‘I can see them getting stiff again for me! You’re so fucking pathetic: how could anyone ever be scared of you? Let me tell you, you all look pretty ridiculous from here!’ Just as the young woman had pointed out, the exposed dicks of the four beaten men were already getting stiff again. In spite of the dramatic situation, the intoxicating sexiness and the sassy attitude of the waitress were extremely confusing but also irresistibly exciting for these sexually limited males…With extreme embarrassment the gangsters realised that, for at least five minutes, they had been standing in front of the girl, trying to look somehow intimidating, while their limp dicks were sticking out of their trousers. To add insult to injury, their dicks had started to rise up again, showing how weak these gangsters were to the young woman’s savage fascination and, most of all, to the power of her bare feet. All the men awkwardly put their unruly dicks back into their trousers. They tried to compose themselves to look scary again or at least dignified in front of their female foe but everyone in the room – as well as the billions of people who were going to watch the video - knew that it was way too late for that now…

 ‘My goddess! That was so cringe! I am so lucky not to be born a dumb male like you guys! Imagine being that desperately pathetic as you fight for your life!’ -the girl laughed poking fun at the men once again. Basically, their dicks had just proven that she was right, undermining every attempt from the men to remotely impress this most formidable woman. Their dicks couldn’t help paying homage to their female opponent’s body, her unique personality and her bare feet, over and over. Very soon all the rest of their beings were going to be aligned with their penises but they were too stupid to consciously realise what their dicks had instinctively already understood. Their male super ego was too thick to accept the simple reality that this young woman was unequivocally showing them: as men, they were mentally and physically powerless again a well-trained young woman who knew what she was doing.

However, the oldest of the remaining gangster tried to muster as much menace as he could and spoke again: ‘No more jokes now! Now tell us what is going on here! Who sent you and where are the people who did this to us and to Antonio?’

At this point the youngest gangster felt compelled to speak. He was the only one out of the four men who had been on the receiving end of that tremendous blow had already shot his wad at the time of impact. Before his lights went out completely as a consequence of the whirlwind kick he had witnessed the glory of the Barefoot Impaler: ‘Guys, she’s telling the truth, I have seen her doing it with my own two eyes. – the boy was stuttering with shock as he told his story - It was right in front of me. She has impaled Antonio’s head with her bare foot! I have tried to shoot her and scream for alarm but she was fast as lightning: she spun around and kicked me in the face! It was horrible!’

The other men listened in silence as the youngest gangster spoke. The rookie mafioso was shaking with fear and almost in tears as he described the gory scene that he saw as soon as he came and his eyes reconnected to his brains. And then there was that impressive bone breaking kick of which he saw only the beginning because he was the first to be hit by the bare feet of the waitress.

 ‘How can this be possible?’ the oldest gangster replied.

‘I don’t know but we must call for reinforcements, she’s incredibly strong and skilled. She’s a reak devil!’ The boy screamed. However, the oldest of the remaining gangster tried to reinstate some macho pride in the group

 ‘C’mon guys let’s not be pussies! All the others would laugh at us if we called reinforcements to deal with a pretty young girl. We’ll get her, rape her, kill her and we’ll be done with this soon!’

‘I love old style Mafia machismo so much! – the girl exclaimed hearing the mafioso’s boisterous claims - It always makes you take the dumbest decisions. I could slaughter all the 250 male members of your gang even if you all attacked me simultaneously while I was blindfolded and handcuffed. I only need my bare feet to kill you all and, rest assured, I will. This is just the first stage of my journey and I already know that I will be able to rely on your own macho stupidity and ridiculous sexist rules to make the destruction of your family even easier than it already could be. OK, guys let’s rumble, I am ready!’

‘What? – the oldest standing gangster shouted - Are you seriously talking about destroying our family, the most powerful family in the word? You are completely crazy bitch!’

‘Hey man you look like you must be Generation X but you sound like a damn Boomer when you speak! – the young girl replied - I guess that for old timers like you is very hard to give any credit to young people like me especially since I’m a woman, right? Well, mark my words because I’m telling you now that you will be the one washing these female Generation Z feet before the night is over. I’ll make you drink my footwash water too so you will get a taste of the forthcoming new female world order just before you die. You will take that flavour of bare female feet, the feet who killed you, with you in the afterlife. That taste will stay in you, within you forever: everyone will know that the last thing you have done in your life was washing the bare feet and drinking the footwash water of the young woman who killed you. And I’ll tell you more: you will beg me, you will crawl at my feet begging me for the privilege of washing my feet before I kill you. I will kill you last, together with this fatso down here -she pointed at the semi-comatose gangster under the table and I’ll make sure that you two will suffer the most tonight. I have also other very important reasons for that and you will find out soon about the motivations for my revenge against you. And yes, I will destroy your entire mafia family, kill all your men with my martial arts feet and shame your name for eternity. Once you get to hell, get ready to make room for your accomplices because I will send them down to join you by the dozen. And then I will defeat, humiliate, torture, and kill your big boss. He’ll die with his face under my bare feet. I’ll cripple him so much that when he gets to hell you’ll only be able to recognise him from my bare footprints stamped on his face! And I’ll make sure that my avatars in hell will be there waiting for all you. They will make you taste the fury of female martial arts feet for eternity. From hell, you will watch me rise and shine as I’m crushing your chauvinistic male-dominated world under my young female feet’ -  Then she turned to the youngest gangster who was still shaking with fear and spoke solemnly: ‘You have just earned the privilege of dying first tonight. I’ll spare you some minutes of suffering but do not expect anything but pain and humiliation from now on. Associating with these assholes will cost you your life: it will lead you to a dishonourable death and bring eternal shame on your name. May this stand as an admonishment for other young males like you to fear and respect women and not to pursue crime!’

‘Have you heard her? She must be some kind of witch, she has special powers!’ the youngest gangster uttered in fear. Ancient superstitions connected to legends of devilish women were ripe in the Mafia’s indigenous culture. In the eyes of the young mafioso, this woman was starting to look much like some kind of sexy banshee, a sorceress sent from the depths of hell

‘I’m not using any special powers guys, just my martial arts trained feet!’ the young girl said while rolling her eyes in exasperation ‘What I am and what I am doing to you is just the result of hard work, of study, determination, and the conviction that serving a righteous cause can only lead to victory. I know that this seems inconceivable to male swine like yourself: as men you have enjoyed undeserved privileges and abusive power all your life. You did not have to earn anything: you inherited your status from on a patriarchal and misogynist social order and because you belong to a chauvinist organisation such as the fucking mafia: yes, because on top of that you have also pursued a life of crime in order to achieve further advantages through violence and abuse. Well I am here to announce that the times are changing guys. It’s going to be a tragically painful change for you dudes, but you only deserve all that is going to happen to you for all the violence and abuse that you have dished out to innocent people, especially women of all ages, during your worthless lives. You used to treat women’s bodies as tools for your own cruel and sadistic pleasure: do you think that I don't know what you’ve done to the waitresses who came here before me and to many other women who had the misfortune of meeting you and your disgusting gang? Tonight though I will make you change your mind about a woman’s body, especially about her feet: in the next few minutes you will learn to respect, fear and worship my bare feet. I will show you how a well-trained girl can be an unstoppable machine of unspeakable agony and death for men like you. I will make you experience what a young woman on her righteous path to revenge is capable of if she puts her mind and body to it. I have earned the skills with which I will slaughter you with hard work, resolve, and focus: I know that these are concepts that you have never encountered in your life guys. But it’s exactly because I have poured so much sweat and blood in training that tonight it will be so easy for me to kill your lot and then move on to destroy your entire gang and whoever will put himself between me and my revenge. Get ready for the greatest lesson of your life: unfortunately for you it will also be the last one. Yes, the beginning of my journey coincides with the end of your miserable life, asshole! The is the end of the road for of guys is just the first step for me on my path to revenge and glory. I am the future and you are just the walking dead remnants of a past that will soon be shamed and forsaken!'

 ‘So, you are not from the police?’ – asked one of the confused mafiosi

‘You wish I was from the police, asshole!' – the young woman laughed earthily - 'You’d be so very lucky if I was, wouldn't you? You know that they would never really go after you: you have corrupted most of the police’s heads and those who you could not corrupt you have killed. Even if you would get arrested by the police, you would be freed immediately or get away with a laughably light sentence thanks to all the people you have bribed in the legal system. Unfortunately for you, I do not act within the constraints of the law. I only obey to the rules of justice and revenge, and that is a total different deal, for your misfortune. I am your jury, your judge, and your executioner and I am here to deliver Female Martial Arts Justice for myself and for all your victims. I will unleash my bare feet on you until you’ll beg me to kill you. I’ll be your inquisition too because I’ll put you through hell with unspeakable tortures before sending you to the actual place. We’ve only just begun!’

One of the gangsters yelled: 'Who are you then? You must tell us, bitch!'

'You will know very soon don’t worry' – the girl replied calmly - 'For now, I can only tell you that I’m here to avenge all the innocents that you have raped, killed and brutalized. But first I want to make you suffer for a little longer. You must earn the privilege to know the identity of the woman who slained you with your blood. At least you’ll be able to say you earned something in your useless male lives'

‘Enough with the talking now we must get her!’ One of the gangsters shouted

‘Yeah let’s surround her and attack her from all sides’ – another one replied

‘But all our guns are on the table, down at her feet!’ – The younger gangster remarked, being 

‘We don’t need guns to kill this broad!’ - the oldest mafioso said with an evil grin on his face – ‘We just need these!’

He reached behind his back and took out a long hunting knife.

With malevolent grins on their faces all the other gangsters did the same. 

The only one who did not laugh was the youngest one. He wanted to run away from that formidable woman and from what he had seen her do, but he swore loyalty to the family. The gang would have killed him anyway if he fled so he had no choice. 

‘So, you think that you don’t need your guns to fight me?’ – the girl replied – ‘If I was you I wouldn’t be so sure. However, I’m afraid that even with your guns you’d be no match for my feet…but at least that would make killing you a little bit more fun and exciting for me!’

‘Stop talking nonsense, bitch!’ – the infuriated senior gangster screamed ‘We are coming for you! Get ready to die!’

The Whirlwind Kick: Technique Number 2

Like a pack of wolves surrounding their prey, the four mafiosi positioned themselves in a circle around the table: then they started walking around it, always keeping a distance between the round table and between themselves. Clearly, they were getting ready to attack the young woman from all sides simultaneously: trying to look scary, they played tricks with their knifes, viciously licking the blades, and pointing them at the girl. They kept themselves just outside the range of the spotlight which illuminated the table because they wanted to attack the girl from the darkness, trying to surprise her. From the shadow in which they had been kicked to they were flashing the knives at the woman, making the light of the lamp above her reflect on the blades hoping to blind their female opponent.

With a serene and smile on her face the young woman seemed unbothered by the gangsters’ forthcoming threat. The young woman seemed lost in her own world, almost meditating: her attitude was confusing to the gangsters. Sitting calmly under the spotlight, she kept her eyes semi closed in concentration. She was a metaphor for the beauty, light and grace of the world, that is always being threatened by evil forces looming in the dark: this time around though, beauty was ready to protect herself and the forces of darkness were in for a big surprise…What her foes did not know was that she could not only see but also feel every move of her enemies all around her, no matter how hard they tried to catch her off guard. Since she was a teenager, she had been trained to fight blindfolded against groups of 30 men who were brandishing submachine guns: controlling the movements of four brutes coming at her with knives was child’s play for her. Therefore, when the young female martial arts master felt that they were about to attack she started changing her position. Without opening her eyes she uncrossed her legs and extended them over the green table so that they were opened at a 60° angle: she did it slowly so that the gangsters could fully appreciate the strength and the beauty of her legs. Then she joined her arms and pushed down on the green table with the palms of her hands. She pulled herself up from the surface of the table, always keeping her legs opened and her feet pointed outwards: her full weight now rested on her hands as her legs and behind where suspended parallel to the surface of the table. She assumed a gymnastics position which was typical of the beginning of a pommel horse exercise. When she had reached the perfect shape of her position, she just stood still, balancing on her hands: her magnificent legs were extended forwards like spears. Her legs muscles darted under her skin: she was a monument to female beauty, strength, and flexibility. Despite her muscles her legs still looked incredibly sexy and shapely: like a female Bruce Lee, she seemed to be able to flex, expand, and relax the muscles all over her body at will, looking super feminine or super strong but always maintaining a slender, graceful, and effortlessly sexy figure. 
Reflecting the light of the lamp above her, her feet were pointed like curved blades against her opponents. The arches of her feet were incredibly pronounced and they would have been the envy of any dance étoile or Olympic gymnast. Once again she was keeping her position effortlessly in an impressive showcase of dexterity, balance, and strength. Despite the challenging feat of balance that she was performing, the young woman’s slender body did not shake nor tremble: she actually looked like she could keep that position all night or even sleep in it. She just waited, her eyes still closed and a beatific smile on her face. Her ignorant male enemies did not know that her balancing abilities and her flexibility were augmented by her mastery of Yoga, contortionism, and circle acrobatics. During her eleven years of training and preparation, it was always very clear to her that all these arts, skills, and abilities (dance, ballet, Yoga, Contortionism, Acrobatics, Olympic level Gymnastics) which she had acquired through blood sweat and tears were going to be as useful as her unmatched knowledge of the martial arts during her sacred mission of revenge. She needed to take her young female body to the absolute top of its powers and possibilities in order to become the perfect men-annihilating machine that she needed to be during her long journey to revenge.
Her male enemies were quite amazed by what they saw but they were trying their best trying to look unimpressed by her. The oldest gangster standing also tried to muster some bravado and to come up with some sarcastic threat:
‘What is this a Gymnastic competition?’ the man said lout loud, almost trying to suppress his own fear of this ruthless strange girl ‘Is this how you want to defeat the most powerful family in the world? Your tumbler’s tricks will not get you very far against our knives, you slut!’
‘You guys should show way more respect for the power of gymnastics’ the girl pointed out, sounding like a school teacher who’s starting to lose her patience with her class of not too bright pupils – ‘I just showed how I can easily kick you asses with my ballet and dance background: your broken jaws are the swallowing proof of this truth -  as is your agonising friend down here - and still you think you can be sarcastic about my female fighting style? I will show you how the combination of martial arts with several of those which you consider typically ‘girlish’ forms of physical expression can lead to some lethal results for a woman’s enemies, especially if said enemies are cumbersome lazy dudes like your lot! I don’t know if you are able to understand the amount of power that a female gymnast can express with her legs and feet: she can propel herself several meters up into the air and have total control of her body during the jump in order to land on her feet with perfect balance. Now imagine if these extraordinary skills are combined with the lethal kicking techniques of the deadliest martial arts in the world. If your limited male minds can do the stretch, try to imagine how deadly the toes and feet of such an athlete can become if they are furtherly strengthened by a lifetime of ballet and martial arts training. My fighting technique is exactly a mixture of ballet, gymnastics - and several more female skills to whom I will introduce you very soon - with all the most effective martial arts kicking techniques: through hard work and training I have sculpted my female body and feet into lethal weapons specifically perfected to punish your horribly sexist mafia family. But I guess that being men, you just never learn do you? I guess that’s true what they say: you males do only learn through violence, pain and humiliation. But don’t worry gentlemen and I’m here to give you a generous helping of all these things tonight. I am about to demonstrate everything that I have said all over your tonight: I will fight like a girl and you will suffer and die under my female feet as is the destiny of all men!’
‘Rubbish’ – the leader of the group of gangsters screamed in reply ‘You are nothing but a delirious whore who has just run out of luck!’ then without even looking at his henchmen he screamed: ‘Let’s get her boys! Let’s go!’. From four different directions the four men leaped out of the darkness and started running towards the young woman on the table. As a response, she closed her eyes while a tranquil smile appeared on her lips. As the men were running towards with their knifes pointed at her body, the young woman kept perfectly still and firm. All the men thought that she was going to be an easy target: but as soon as the young female athlete sensed that the four gangsters had entered the range of her beautiful feet, she started spinning around at full speed, exactly like a gymnast would do on a pommel horse. In her action, she alternated between her hands to maintain her elevated position above the surface of the table, while her extended legs lashed outwards in a super-fast gyrating movement. Her perfectly executed exercise produced the desired effect: as she spun around at full speed her feet made full contact with the male gangsters who were running towards her. The woman’s legs where both straight but her movement created and angle between them which allowed her to strike the face of one gangster with one foot while her other foot was simultaneously striking the hand of another one of her attackers, making him drop the knife. Then, her second foot came down the face of the guy who had been previously hit to the hand. Her spinning motion was such that each gangster got struck one in the face and once on the hand. Consciously she made sure that her feet were hitting the side of the men’s faces which she didn’t struck with her previous kick, thus completing the fracturing of the men’s jaws. As a result, the four men were sent flying out of the spotlight and into the air again. They all crashed against the hard steel of the containers all around the table area before their bodies hit the floor again. It all happened within less than a second: the men found themselves knocked out and scattered into different four corners of the room again. And they were stunned, dazed and hurt once again, with both sides of their faces hurting like hell. Each one of them also reported injuries to the hand and wrist which was holding the knife.
As they were trying to get up the four gangster heard a familiar girly voice resounding in the air:  ‘Oops, I did it again it seems! Hahaha’. All the men looked towards the table. The young woman - who was proving to be much more than just a very hot waitress - was still on the table but now she was in a standing position, showcasing all her beauty under the spotlight: she was moving her body sensually to the tune of a Britney Spears song that she was casually humming to herself. 
‘I’ve always loved this tune’ she said to the stunned gangsters as she danced and sang:
‘Oops, I did it again
I’ve broken your jaws, 
you’re losing this game 
you hopeless gangsters
Oops, I think you’re in love
‘cause my feet are so strooong
You are not that innocent!'
She underlined the last line by pointing theatrically at her beaten-up male opponents.
‘Sorry, but I like to put my own twist to the lyrics, hahaha!’ the young woman said whimsically as she kept on dancing on the table, lost in the music. Her stunning bare feet were moving lightly and graciously caressing the soft, velvety green tablecloth. ‘Ah and now that I have your attention: that was the second variation of the Whirlwind Kick. It’s called the Pommel Horse Punishment! Cool, isn’t it?’. As they were struggling to get up again, the men could not take their eyes off those marble white feet of her. All over their bodies they were still hurting from the second crash landing of the night. Their cheekbones were now broken on both sides making it difficult for them to keep their mouths closed. All of them, those who had been licking the insoles of the young woman’s shoes and those who had the privilege of having her foot inside their mouths, albeit briefly, could still feel the intoxicating flavour of those feet all over their tongues, on their palate, in their nostrils, inside their heads. It was almost as that portentous young woman had liberated a magic potion inside of their heads through her feet. The youngest gangster was especially mesmerized: he felt compelled to furtively run his tongue all along the young girl’s foot as she was stepping on the table from which she still had to descend. However the minds of all four  gangsters were occupied by the same question: how could those sexy feet turn from instruments of kinky seduction into powerful weapons of destruction at these young girl’s will? And why, in spite of the punishment that they already endured from them, those slender female feet still looked like the sexiest thing they had ever seen? As undeniable proof of this fact, in spite of the beatings that they had received, their dicks were still growing in their pants at the mere sight, scent or even thought of those feet. How could that immensely desirable body have turned out into this unbeatable fighting machine so quickly? It all looked like a collective nightmare but the agony in their faces, hands, wrists and bodies was alarmingly real. This woman was really dangerous…she had already impaled the head of a once dreaded sicario with her foot and she had broken the jaws and a few other bones in their hands and wrists with her kicks. And she did it effortlessly but in acrobatic and spectacular way…and in spite of these incredible feats she still looked absolutely fresh. She was making her demolition of them look easy. Actually, she looked like she was having the time of her life as she was outfighting and outsmarting them! The humiliation was burning as bad as the physical pain for the men: these once powerful rapists and assassins were being vanquished by a feisty young girl who was turning their defeat into a dance party!

The Whirlwind Kick: Technique Number 3

A subtle doubt started to crawl within some of the men’s hearts and minds: maybe this girl was not just a young feminist with delusions of revenge on their family. Maybe she actually was an enemy which required some serious effort to be overcome. Within the youngest gangster of the pack, this notion had taken a way deeper root if compared to his henchmen: witnessing the impaling of Antonio’s head had left an indelible mark in his psyche. Since he was a little kid he saw Antonio as an unbeatable figure and now there he was, helpless, bleeding to death and completely devastated by a young girl with her bare feet! Completely shocked the young man was trembling with fear and he was secretly hoping that his mates would decide to call for reinforcements as soon as possible: after what he had seen he was convinced that there was no way in which his already badly injured group of gangsters could have the best of this wondrous and terrible young woman. However, his foolish macho pride prevented him from voicing his hope any further. The other members of the group would have labelled him as a coward who was afraid of fighting a young girl. With her extraordinary kicks, the young girl had managed to instill some self-doubt into the other three gangsters subconscious too but they were too poisoned by their ignorant sexist pride to even consider losing to a girl or calling for help to have a better chance at defeating her. The word would get around that the five of them they had not been able to overcome an unarmed girl fighting on her own: their names would be shames forever. Little did they know that this girl was about to put them all into a world of dishonor, humiliation, degradation, and suffering that they couldn’t even imagine could exist at this point.
The young woman was very aware of the sexist misconceptions that permeated the male dominated world of organized crime and especially the Mafia. She had studied them very well during her training years and before embarking in her journey of revenge against the most powerful mafia family in the world, she had tried out her techniques agaisnt smaller organized groups of male criminals which she meticulously destroyed. Unbeknonwst to the gangsters whom she was facing tonight those slender feet had already slayed fifty men from all continents: during her training years she had travelled all over the world to learn all the most lethal martial arts and fighting styles know to humanity. Since she had turned sixteen she had started chasing local gangs while she was having her training in a certain part of the world. Now that she had reached 21 this young woman had already exterminated almost a hundred men from all five continents. She used these preparatory slayings to try out all the techniques that she was learning and that she was planning to use against the Mafia family which had slaughtered her family and made her an orphan. She quickly learned that all men were made more vulnerable by their lust (for feet mainly), by their greed and ultimately by their staunch sexism which made them to overlook the lethal danger that a well-trained and determined young woman could represent for them. Moreover, she had learned how to destroy their ego with sarcasm, sass and constant teasing. Her attitude made them nervous, furious and led them to make decisions that were even more stupid than those that a dumb male would have taken under normal circumstances. It was so easy for her to destroy patriarchal structures…and tonight, on her first attack against the main objective of her life long mission there was not going to be any exception to this rule.
The girl stopped her dancing and looked around to the four men who were still struglling to get up ‘Oh my god I already roughed you up so bad with these feet that you are franky unbearable to watch…not that you were exactly pretty when I first saw you I have to say’ – the girl said ironically – ‘Well let me see if changhing my perspective will improve your aspect in my eyes’ As soon as she said that, the girl threw her upper body forwards, put both her hands on the surface of the table and shot her legs up. She assumed a perfect handstand position, with her head upside doww and her legs and feet parallel up in the air. Once again she provided a wonderful sight. The short hair on the back of her head were now pointing town exposing the back of her beautiful neck. The parallel soles of her perfect feet were now much closer to the light of the lamp hanging above the table and they reflected its light. Obviously, her green miniskirt was upside down too and the sheer force of gravity gifted the gangsters with the awesome sight of the beauty of her buttocks as well as her crotch, which were scantily covered by a pair of white panties. As she performed her flawless handstand on the table, the young girl’s figure looked majestic, slender and superiorly elegant. She was perfectly still and balanced and, once again, gave the impression that she could effortlessly keep that position for hours on end if she wanted. It was another impressive showcase of dexterity, strength, and female creativity. With her athletic but slender body extended in that perfect handstand over the table and under the spotlight this young woman looked like a sensual sculpture of a goddess. Her lucent body stood like a marble antenna connected with both the remotest past and the future of humanity. All around this shining monument to female beauty, power, and dexterity, the men moved like stunned apes that were mindlessly groping in the dark: like the monkeys at the beginning of ‘2001: A Space Odissey’, they were confused and weirdly stimulated by the monolith of young female wisdom and strength that had just entered their world. In line with the beastly nature of their owners, the dicks of all four men knew how to respond to such and overwhelming display of female power much faster and better than their beastly male brains: the erections inside each men’s pants became almost unbearably hard.
From this unusual position the girl spoke and once again she made sure that her words were salt inside her enemies’ feet induced wounds ‘Eeeew!’ she exclaimed with disgust ‘I am sorry guys but even from this point of view you still look quite disgusting! You guys are really hopeless!’ She laughed as she teased her enemies. Even her laughter did not compromise the perfection of her handstand. Although her view was now upside down she was keeping every movement of her enemies around her under close scrutiny. When they all manages to come back to a quite insecure standing position she talked to them again
‘So, from this new punishment you’ve received so far you have learned two lessons: the first one is that you men should always fear and respect a young girl who knows her, ballet, her gymnastics and her martial arts. The second one is that, as I previously said, perhaps having your guns will make this confrontation a tiny bit more interesting, at least for me. Rest assured you are going to suffer and die under my feet tonight, but at least we could have a little more fun if you could only manage to get here and grab your guns. To give you another little advantage guys I have decided to face you with my head upside down: let’s see if we can spice this thing up a little bit.’ 
As soon as she said that she started opened her legs until she reached a leg split handstand position, with her legs flawlessly extended  at 180° She kept that position for a few seconds then she bent her legs slightly: now her legs looked like the blades of an helicopter on the ground in resting position.
The men watched in amazement as this new showcase of ability from their female opponent unfolded in front of their eyes. Trying to look as uni oldest gangster yelled to his comrades ‘C’mon guys let’s go get our guns and fill this whore with hot lead!
‘Yes, come and get your big guns, macho men, come here, run!’ the young woman shouted. The soles of her feet were facing up and she flexed her toes, bending them inwards and outwards, as a fighters do with their fingers when they want to teasingly invite their opponent to the center of the ring to fight. She was smiling defiantly as she did that, knowing that her attitude was sending her opponents crazy.
And inevitably, just like sailormen which had been hypnotised by the chant of a siren, the men started running towards the young woman and her feet. As they ran they could not tell if they really wanted to get their guns or if they were just irresistibly attracted by that lethal woman and her pretty and lethal feet. The youngest one was especially confused: on one side he felt compelled to attack not to betray his fellow gangsters and to follow his macho pride. On the other hand, he felt that the young woman was a force that he had never encountered before. A force that scared him and that attracted him at the same time. 
The confident smile of the girl’s face widened as the four men approached her from four different angles of the room: her plan had worked once again! These male simpletons were so easy to trick!
As soon as the charging men started running towards her, the red-haired beauty bent both her arms so that her head was now touching the table. She was now balancing on her head: from a handstand she had now moved to a headstand, while her enemies were running towards her. As a consequence the martial arts girl's legs and feet descended to a height which was slightly lower than before. The young woman started pushin with her hands on the table's surface, thus making her body spin around on her head. She was gyrating endlessly with her head upside down and her legs spread out but still slightly bent at the knees. With every spin she was gathering speed and she kept on spinning and spinning.... It was a relentless gyrating and accelerating motion, pivoting on her head: in less than a second her upper body was gyrating as fast as the rotor of a helicopter in full flight: her legs were like the helicopter’s blades, spinning relentlessly. She was so fast that her silhouette was lost in the speed and dynamism of her movement: she looked like an Italian futurist painting in which everything is movement and all forms are lost in the dynamism of the action. She became a white and red tornado, a funnel cloud of female flesh, skin, and muscle. She was spinning so fast that it looked like she was going to take off at any moment!
Almost as if they were big birds irresistibly attracted by this vortex of female movement, the four men were running and screaming towards her from four different angles: their target were the guns with which, they hoped, they might try to turn this situation in their favour. When they were a few steps away from the table they all leapt up and forwards, simultaneously. With their arms extended they were all trying to grab the fire weapons which had been left on the outer edges of the table. And that’s exactly when they handed themselves over to another perfect humiliation delivered to them by their female opponent. When the young woman felt - because she did not even have to see her enemies to know when to strike – that her enemies were all leaping towards the table she extended her shapely legs to their full length. She was almost like a bird opening her wings to fly. That’s when her spinning feet impacted with the faces of her hopeless male foes once again: by extending her legs she entered in each gangsters flying zone with her feet, just when each one of the gangsters was about to grab his gun. That was another one of her tricks! She loved so much to make them revel in their pathetic delusion for a second, before smashing them with her bare feet! When the gangsters realized the nature of what they were running into it was way too late: As they were jumping forwards they could see the pretty insteps of the girl flying towards the side of their faces like the blades of a rotary lawnmower. This time they experienced the blow in slow motion. The feet of this one-girl tornado impacted with the faces of the men with maximum force and perfect timing. Each gangster felt like his head was being ripped away from their neck and shoulders when those bare feet hit them once again. The impact was augmented by several factors: the centrifuge force generated by the girl’s movement, the energy that the men themselves created by launching themselves towards the table and of course by the incredible strength, the flawless skill and exquisite timing of the young female martial arts master. And once again the four men took off into the air: due to the power of the kick, this time their flight was faster than the previous one. As they were shot into the air, the four men looked like objects which had been hurled away by the Hulk. All of them were sent flying so high that they bounced against the ceiling of the hangar: three of them fell back to the floor but one of them landed on top of one of the high stacks of huge crates. When he woke up he spent a few minutes wondering how he did get there…until he looked down towards the girl still standing on the green round table and remembered! He couldn’t see to get over the shock! How could that pretty young girl generate so much destruction with her legs and feet? How could four battle hardened men loose against a woman who was fighting unarmed and alone? The man’s mind was totally blown: he felt - and most of all he wished - that he was caught in a terrible nightmare…however the pained moans of his henchmen reminded him that he was living a bitter and humiliating reality instead. In total physical and mental distress, the man slowly started to descend from the stack of crates to join the other gangsters and plan their next move
‘And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the Barefoot Lawnmower AKA The Helicopter or, simply, the third variation of the Whirlwind Kick!’ Like an acrobat from medieval times, the young woman recited those words with sarcastic emphasis while she nimbly came back to a standing position after her masterful execution of that most extraordinary technique. 
This time it took even longer for the men to recover from the blow. As soon as they managed to somehow stand up again, they reconvened in a corner of the room forming a circle: they looked like a ragged football team getting ready for a match. Actually, they were just a bunch of guys trying to find safety and courage by grouping up in a pack. ‘Typical males’ – the young girl thought as she disdainfully watched the gangsters limping and crawling towards each other - ‘they can only face a woman if they form a pack…and even with that advantage they just can’t win’. The dismal conditions - both physical and psychological - of the men proved her right: each one of them was shaking, trembling and bleeding. A couple of them were visibly limping: being sent flying all over the room for three times was starting to have serious consequences on their bone structure. After having suffered the impact of three earth shattering kicks from the young girl’s bare feet, their faces were all swollen, blackened and bruised: each one of them had lost at least a couple of teeth already and several others had been discarded and were ready to fall. Through teary and blackened eyes they looked into each other’s deformed face in desperation: they were starting to become unrecognizable even to themselves. Every one of them had a recess on the left side of their faces, running diagonally all over their cheeks. ‘Oh my god what is that?’ they asked each other in terror as soon as they found the strength to say a word to one another…
Once again, they were interrupted by the fresh sounding voice of their unbeatable female enemy. Like a bunch of dogs surprised by their master, all the men suspiciously and fearfully looked towards the table. The young woman who took control of it had now changed position. She was comfortably lying on one side, her arm angled and one hand keeping her head up. Her knees were bent and she had crossed her legs so that one of her deadly feet was dangling sideways. She looked incredibly relaxed and totally at ease creating a striking contrast with the visible distress and desperation of her male enemies: ‘If you are wondering what is it that you have on the side of your face, that’s my left instep’ the young girl said. As she spoke, she was running her finger on the inner arch of her dangling foot. ‘You can easily recognise the profile of my big toe carved within the upper part of your face, can’t you. Cool, uh?’. The men were completely speechless: the woman had just broken their jaws and now she had even modified the very anatomy of their faces with her kick! Was there a limit to the power of her bare feet? ‘I wouldn’t worry too much about that though, if I were you though. – the woman continued in her usual sarcastic tone – ‘You’ll be in far worse conditions than that in a few minutes, believe me! And by the way you might wonder to which style of martial arts the whirlwind kick is part of: well, wonder no more because this technique is totally my own invention. I forged it by mixing elements of Karate, Tae Kwon Do, dance, gymnastics, acrobatics, yoga, contortionism, and a pinch of my own creativity!’ The men responded with a muffled choir of moans and lamentations. ‘So that’s how you congratulate me on such a great creative achievement! – the woman spat in disappointment- 'Once again, Typical unappreciative behaviour. I feel like I am literally casting pearls before swine with you guys here!

The Whirlwind Kick: Technique Number 4

The men were now totally desperate. The situation was getting out of their hands. With each attack they found themselves more and more damaged and weakened. At the feet of the table, Antonio, the leader of their team, was bleeding out horribly lying in an ever-expanding puddle of his own blood and other bodily liquids. This young woman was proving to be a much harder nut to crack than they could ever believe. Moreover, time was starting to run against them. In a few hours a ship was coming and they had to deliver drugs and other illegal goods to their accomplices. They needed to solve this situation fast and get rid of this apparently invicible woman as soon as possible.

As they were gathered in a cirlcle the younger one was particularly distressed. He was now completely panicking. He kept repeating: please, let’s go away and call reinforcements with guns and bombs. they will take care of her

Even if he was starting to think that this young woman might be too much to take for the four gangsterse alone the oldest member of the group still had enough male bravado in him to say the following:

‘No way! We’re not calling reinforcements! If our guys should come and see us here, unable to defeat a young girl our reputation will be ruined forever! We will not be remembered as the ones who had to call for help to take on a little girl! We’re five men against one girl for Christ’s sakes! We must deal with this ourselves. Now we’re getting our guns, we shoot the bitch, rape her corpse while it’s still warm and then throw her in the water, just like the other whores.’

‘But what about Antonio? What will we say to the family about what happened to him?’ – the younger one replied – ‘And what about us? Look at how badly injured we are? She has even changed our faces forever with her feet! What will we tell the Boss about that? Our reputation is screwed anyway!’

‘We will tell the Boss that we’ve been attacked by a team of sicarios from another family! – the oldest gangster replied - They did not use firearms because they did want to act silently and didn’t want to risk ruining the goods. We will say that they were a group of 30 men, fighting with bladed weapons: we had to fight hard to repel the assault and we got injured. We’ll say that Antonio was the one who was caught alone at the beginning of the surprise attack and got the worse of it. Don’t worry, Antonio will have a honourable funeral. And with regards to us: the scars we now have on our faces will be a badge of honour if we follow this plan, believe me!’

‘I can hear you boys!’ the speech of the oldest gangster was interrupted by the voice of the young woman once again ‘Lying unashamedly to your boss to make it look like you had your ass kicked by a team of 30 men and not by a single barefoot girl, hahaha! That is so pathetic and double-faced! Anything just to save your reputation as machos, uh? One more time you just proved that, like all men, you not are not only cowardly and lousy fighters but you are also pathological liars. Unfortunately for you, when facing a woman like me, your toxic masculinity can be a very dangerous mentality to have. Anyway, I am afraid that there will be no honour for any of you tonight, whether you are calling for help or not. The youngest among you seems to be the only one who has a certain grasp of the gravity of the situation you are in. However, what he does not seem to understand is that I could fight all of the members of your gang simultaneously and kill them all with my kicks: 250 men against me, alone, and I would still win easily. No matter if they are all bringing all the firearms in your arsenal to the fight: I will still vanquish you all with my bare feet. You are hopeless guys: you can pick any strategy your simple male minds suggest and the ending would always be the same. I will be standing in a victory pose, my bare feet trampling over a pile of your deformed dead bodies before the night is over and there’s nothing you can do about it!’ The girl spoke matter of factly without even looking at their male enemies. Actually, she was lazily checking her nails as she talked, her body still sensually lying on one side over the big round table.

The oldest gangster reacted furiously one more time ‘Quit your nonsense, filthy whore! We are coming for you and this time you won’t be so lucky! Soon you will be food for the fish!’

The young woman smiled confidently. She knew exactly what kind of reaction her words were going to provoke in the men. The male psychology was so predictable! One more time, the gangsters’ stupid pride was going to prevail over any other wise notion. By trying to prove how manly they were to their family and to their own sexist super egos, these guys were going to make all the wrong choices over and over again thus making their elimination a piece of cake for her. For once they should have listened to their dicks that, despite the multiple beatings that their owners had already suffered, were standing up once again to celebrate the superiority and the magnificence of their female opponent. 

As the young woman had foreseen, the men prepared to attack once again, in another desperate attempt to reach their weapons which were still lying on the table dangerously close to the feet of that formidable woman.

They positioned themselves in four different corners, ready to run towards the young girl exactly like the did just before.

As she watched them getting ready for another useless charge, the young woman shook her head in fake resignation and commented ‘Is this all that you can come up to? Frankly, your lack of imagination is disheartening, guys! You know what is the best definition of foolishness that I ever encountered? Well they say that a fool is someone who keeps doing the same thing, each time expecting different results. Judging by how predictable you are I deduct that all men are nothing but stupid fools. And tonight, you are doing nothing to make me change my mind about this notion, my dear gentlemen!’

Deep inside, the gangsters knew that the young woman was right but they would never admit it to themselves. Their own toxic masculinity was leading them to a very painful and unbelievably humiliating death but they were all too full of sexist shit to realise that. Only the youngest gangster was starting to figure out how grave their situation was but it was too late: just like any other cowardly male he felt the obligation to run with the pack until the end…

And thus, the four injured men ran towards the round table one more time, in yet another pathetic attempt to grab hold of the weapons which, they hoped, might give them the upper hand against this lethal female kicking machine. Their charge was shambolic, ramshackle and weak: their desperation was clearly visible to the young girl who commented ‘Jeez you men are so boring! As per usual, it’s going to take a woman’s creativity to spice things up a little’. Then she stood up on the table and calmly waited for the men to get closer to the range of her lethal feet. This time she was going to improvise her technique, using the elements that the location was providing. Since the first moment she had walked in front of the gangsters, she had noticed that the big remote control which managed all the electrical circuits inside the hangar (from the lights to the air conditioning) was lying on the table too, amongst the gangsters’ firearms. Without even looking down to it, the girl put one foot over the remote: her battered attackers did not even notice her slight move. With a cunning almost imperceptible pressure of her big toe, the girl activated the huge fan which was right above the table and set it at maximum speed. When the men had almost reached the table, she bent her knees slightly and jumped up. While she was in the air, she raised her arms and grabbed the lower rotor of the fan above her, just below the blades: hanging from the fan by her hands, she started gyrating at great speed, carried by the fan’s big rotor. Then, when the men had almost reached the table and jumped forwards to grab their weapons, she just had to spread her legs at 45 degrees: it was as if her legs had become a second, lower set of blades attached to the fan. The effect of such a simple creative move was once again devastating for her male enemies. The rotating feet of the young woman struck once again, hitting the heads of the men mid-air, rudely interrupting their leap towards their weapons: and for the fourth time in the last half hour or so, the four gangsters found themselves flying across the room, surrounded by clouds of their own blood, saliva and teeth.

It was another crash landing for the men, the fourth one that night. As the men landed heavily on the floor like cumbersome sack of potatoes, the young girl simply let go of the rotor and landed with both feet on the table with the grace and composure of a Nadia Comaneci or an Olga Korbut at the end of their legendary multiple gold medal exercises. 

The woman gazed around the room enjoying the sight of her knocked out enemies. They looked like limbless, formless sacks of clothes who were lying within little pools of their own blood. This time the young woman did not even need to assume any spectacular starting position to repel her male opponents. She did not even have to use her own force to knock them out again: she only used a little bit of female inventiveness and the centrifuge force generated by the fan. The young woman spoke, with one foot still resting on the big remote: ‘Sorry guys it was getting way too hot in here so I had to switch on the fan…and besides, this was the fourth technique of the whirlwind kick, the one that I always improvise according to what the situation offers. You see how easy it is for a young girl like me to outsmart a bunch of dumb males like yourself? You are absolutely worthless guys! I guess the only way to make this confrontation a little bit more fun for me is to finally let you have your beloved guns: there is no way you could get them by yourself with me being here so I guess I’ll make it easy for you. Help yourself gentlemen!’

As soon as she said that, the lights in the hangar went off for a few seconds. Whet the lights came back that tremendous young woman was suddenly gone! When the men recovered from the fourth knockout of the day, they could not believe their eyes. That previously impregnable round table was now free: the woman who had occupied so far seemed to have disappeared into thin air: what was going on? Could this be another trick from that devilish whore, they thought to themselves? Could this woman really be gone just like that, after her devastating attack? Slowly and fearfully, the men crawled or limped towards the table: as they approached it they were leaving a trail of their own blood on the floor. As they struggled to move forwards their eyes looked all around, fearing that their female torturer might be still looming over them. They finally reached the chairs – some of the gangsters were so badly injured that they literally had to climb the chairs to get to a sitting position - and managed to grab their dearly missed weapons. All their guns had been left there, complete with ammunition. However, since the men were not only physically wrecked but also psychologically devastated, they did not feel relieved at all. They knew that this high kicking, red-headed female devil was able to suddenly come back and reprise her bare footed attack on them any time. After a few minutes though they started to relax. Wishfully, they started thinking that perhaps this pretty female warrior just wanted to make a point, humiliate them and then leave, knowing that she couldn’t prevent them from reaching the guns for too long. However, as soon as the gangsters were starting to feel slightly less worried, the oldest one of them noticed something. There was only one thing missing from the table: it was the hangar’s remote control! ‘Where the fuck is the remote?’ the oldest gangster exclaimed worryingly among broken teeth and swollen lips. As soon as he said that, the lights in the hangar went off again, making the four big men shiver with fear as they suddenly found themselves lost into a sea of darkness.

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Back in the café the female bartender was getting more and more excited as the video continued: ‘These pathetic fools still don’t know what’s coming for them! – she exclaimed as the Martial Arts Justice Girl Anniversary Special went into a commercial break amongst the excited applause of the studio audience – ‘Those guys are so doomed, just like all sexist male pigs are!’ In the meantime, a TV commercial was advertising for free martial arts courses open exclusively to teenage girls: ‘Young women! Learn all the iconic and lethal techniques of the Female Martial Arts Avenger, including the Whirlwind kick in all its variations!’ said a barefoot woman dressed in a gym top and yoga pants, as she was effortlessly vanquishing a large group of muscular men with her kicks while a group of female teenage martial arts students looked on with a mixture of determination, excitement, and laser-sharp focus. ‘I attended that course too!’-  said the bartender with enthusiasm - ‘It worked very well, right?’, she added after turning her head to speak to an invisible worker confined in the bar’s kitchen. A muffled and trembling male voice hurriedly replied from behind the kitchen wall: ‘Yes, it did work incredibly well, superior one!’. The bartender looked at the laptop girl who was still the only customer of the café. As a reply, the mysterious young woman took a sip from her big cup of coffee and smiled, sending a look of complicity to her new friend. As a few billion people around the world knew too, the first mission by the Martial Arts Justice Girl had just begun: a terrific kick fest was just about to be unleashed on the gangsters.