Chapter 436: She’s the Girl in the Rock

Time to show they are all outclassed.

When my first match started, the dick came out talking shit and acting cocky. Being a black-belt match in this discipline, I had to get five points. I toyed with the guy for the first ninety seconds of the two minutes. He hadn’t gotten even close to scoring.

“Bored yet?” I asked. “I am. Are you warmed up yet? The girls can do better than your best so far.”

Don’t you know to control your anger?

In the next fifteen seconds, I had my five points, and only because of the low ranking in this competition for his discipline.

If I did the five following matches quickly, I would have about an hour with the girls before they competed in one of the rings nearly non-stop. In that time, their brains had done as I hoped, and now what I had taught them overwrote what their sensei had taught them wrong. After I had them stretch again, I ran them through the katas faster and faster until I could just say what to do, and they did it almost reflexively.

They were at least twice as fast as before by the time for my next match and barely sweating.

They are trying to tire out all the competitors so that the highest-ranking people are only watching.

I didn’t play around in these matches. I blocked, just moved out of the way, countered, and got my point. In these matches, I only made moves a bit faster than those I was fighting. Soon it was time for the main events.

Continuing to try to tire me out, I went against all those that weren’t the main attractions. One of those I took down was the crappy sensei. The guy wasn’t happy when he got in the ring and even less when I countered. He ended up outside the competition area.

Time for the fun part. Another rigged competition to get these guys pumped on the score charts for wins.

With two left, the people running the show here changed the rules a bit. They had all three of us in the ring. Being that two guys were buddies, they teamed up on me. Oh, there were no points anymore, just the last one standing and no time limit.

You made the rules change.

Both guys were on the mat most of the time, and I was only on the defensive. I was still standing within a foot of the spot where I started the match.

Finally! I wondered how long it would take for them to cheat.

One had a katana, the other a Kwon Do. Both were in full pads plus black chainmail made into their Gis.

“Well, that is unfair. At least for you,” I told the two as both came at me swinging. “I guess you are finally ready to see what happens when a grandmaster stops holding back.”

The Kwon Do was the first that I took from the guy using it. I dodged the katana or would knock it away.

I took the Kwon Do and used the handle butt to make a dozen quick hits in under two seconds. The guy was not only in excruciating pain, but he was also outside of the ring. I tossed the Kwon Do out of the ring.

I then stood there as the guy tried to do critically injure me with the katana. When he came running at me, jumped up in the air, did a summersault, and got all the energy into the strike as he could, I ended things. I did a kick that made it look like he hit a brick wall at ninety miles an hour. I plucked the sword from his hand and waited for him to hit the mat. The impact silenced the crowd.

“Both of you have dishonored yourselves, your dojos, and senseis. Never once did you touch my Gi or me, but I wouldn’t be a grandmaster if you could. Attacking with weapons isn’t unexpected. Trying to kill your competitor is disgraceful. Doing so against a swordsmith shows that a fool and his money are soon parted. This ten-thousand-dollar sword you bought isn’t even quality steel. Here, let me show you.”

The sword already had thousands of microfractures in the crappy metal, so hitting the guard just right caused the blade to ring out before shattering into pieces. All that remained of it was the hilt and tang. I took it to where one of the cameras could put it up on the monitors.

Engraved on the tang is said, “Proudly made in the USA. Display Piece Reproductions, Nome, Alaska.”

“Uh,” the announcer said, stunned. “It seems we have our winner, David Jones.”

I declined the trophy, prize money, and the set of stamped Kung-Fu weapons.

“Today continues to surprise everyone. While David Jones goes to help prepare a group of girls from the final matches of the day, a demonstration is being set up for after we name the winners,” another person said over the PA.

I got the girls all stretched and ready to compete. Each was against someone of at their skill level. Girls who had not only beaten those from Orwin’s sister’s dojo but who appeared to enjoy causing injuries found their butts kicked. My girls took them down effortlessly and efficiently, stunning the crowd.

The announcer was really at a loss for words because the team trophy and all the individual trophies had the other team’s names on them. I decided to claim mine, which had no plaque on it and was the biggest. I gave it to the girls who I retrained.

I went over to one of the guys with a microphone and took it from them.

“For those of you unaware of what just happened, you have been cheated, duped, lied to, and deceived into believing this was an actual competition. It has been nothing more than a way to allow those taught that competing is the same as real-life survival. As you saw with my last competitor, he would have killed someone unskilled in the proper defense, even in pads. They had no worries about it being turned against them because the inside of their Gis is lined with chainmail,” I explained. “From what I see set up here now, it seems that I get to show you what a grandmaster in all martial arts can do and that I am not a fraud.”

It isn’t like anyone who would care about me being this skilled and fast doesn’t already know that about me.

“Before I begin, I must explain that the two swords you see here are both authentic. I made them with my own hands while training under master swordsmiths. They each bare my maker’s mark and bear the master swordsmith’s signature. These are not stamped toys,” I explained. “For those who will doubt me, you can freely inspect each of the pieces of steel-covered cow bone, granite, and sides of beef from a local butcher.”

I only heard the announcer say the first kata as I began it. When I finished, the only sounds to be heard were the pieces of metal-covered bow bone hitting the floor and the clatter from where I dropped both sheathed swords back on the table where I had picked them up from at some point.

I picked up the microphone to say, “I see that there were four high-speed cameras set up, so I will let them slow things down so that you can see it wasn’t some sort of smoke and mirrors. I am that fast. I need to go over to congratulate the girls I helped relearn what they were taught incorrectly, on purpose.”

You can’t fucking be serious! Damn, you assholes are sore losers. You will not hurt these girls or anyone else.

I found that the high-speed cameras tracked a transmitter pin on my Gi. When I saw the eight people pulling out guns and aiming them toward the girls, I kicked into protection mode. The place in my head put shields around the weapons, which I would not have done if I had thought about it. Fortunately, well unfortunate for the people with the guns, the girls’ trophies had solid marble bases and brass figures on the top. They were the closest thing to me, so I started throwing those. The impact on the guns shattered them and the hand holding them. It gave me the time to move around to each one to break their arms and legs.

“NO ONE HURTS MY FRIENDS OR FAMILY! For the rest of your miserable lives, you will wish I had killed you. Too bad for you, I don’t kill anybody,” I yelled into the microphone. “Do you want to try to take a shot at me? Do you think you have a chance with a gun or any other weapon?”

All the people here heard were the screams of the pure agony from the eight people who came here trying to kill or harm the girls, or maybe me. Most had no idea what happened in the last fifteen seconds. The man-in-the-machine cleared that up by showing the eight people with guns, highlighted in yellow, me in green, and the trophies in red. Slowed down, you could see them start to aim right before their guns got destroyed from the impact of the marble against the weapon. One zoomed to show that person’s wrist bending unnaturally before their hand was nothing more than a bone sack. As I moved around to each attacker, the slowed video showed my hits as I broke their arms and legs before going to the next.

I got the group of girls together and apologized, “Well, it seems my plans to take you somewhere special to celebrate just got messed up. I’m sorry. You all worked very hard to relearn what you were mistaught. All of you deserved trophies, but that too was denied you.”

“Girls, go change into the clothes placed on top of your gym bags. David will go change as well,” a person in the audience said. “He has done nothing wrong, and you should not continue to suffer at the hands of others with mal intent.”

He pulled out an FBI badge and told me, “You have over three hundred spectators and competitors who can testify that you saved the lives of many here in this arena by disarming and incapacitating eight armed assailants. With the high-speed camera footage, your strikes to break their bones were clean and precise. From my training, I know those are all clean but excruciatingly painful. There is no reason why you are required to deal with this cluster fuck.”

“Unofficially, I was already sighting in on one of the assailants when the trophy obliterated their weapon. My daughter was in his line of fire, and she was just walking down to congratulate her friend. What you did to each of them was merciful compared to what I would have done if my shots didn’t kill them on the spot. Go show those girls what it means to celebrate a well-earned win,” he whispered. “Any lawyer who even tries to pull any shit will find the jury watching the footage of what happened at your home when they kidnapped your daughter. I have no problems having your call with the world’s leaders played in the courtroom as well.”

That works for me. Those girls do deserve a party.

I changed into the clothes I found in my bag. Chloe had changed her clothes too. We headed outside to the waiting bus. The girl’s parents got invited, but they were going to drive themselves.

Where the bus driver took us wasn’t one of my restaurants but was one of Elena’s dad’s. We had a reservation, and the place sat nearly deserted. When the maître di saw the girls, he got that look on his face that I knew meant he was going to try to bench us until we left.

I got my phone out, got Elena’s dad on a video call, and went to the wait station.

“David Jones. A party with me, these girls, their parents, and siblings. We have all the remaining seats in the restaurant reserved from now until we leave,” I explained. “I see the tables sit already prepared, and the extra wait staff is already waiting for our arrival.”

“Sir,” he started. “Please take a seat, and we will call you...”

I handed him my phone and said, “Not today, you arrogant prick. Talk to the owner.”

“Come on, girls. Let us see if we can make the cook cry. Not because he gets to prepare all their culinary delights for us to share,” I told them. “Sorry, though, no wine for you. You can have any drinks that don’t have alcohol, including anything from the bar you want. This is a party.”

“I want a margarita. A big one,” Chloe said.

What is the point of having non-alcoholic Tequila?

I found that this bar didn’t have any alcohol. Somehow, they found non-alcoholic versions of all the top-shelf stuff. It allowed anyone to try a mixed drink, or even bourbon straight up, without worrying about the alcohol. That was one of the big draws to this place. It catered to recovering alcoholics that drank because they liked the taste, and the drunk was just a side-effect.

I did ask them if they wanted their trophies because I could get someone to make them up and bring them to their houses.

The most petite girl in their group said, “All I want to remember about today is your hands on my body as you helped me stretch, how amazing it felt to win without even having to think through the steps, and then this fantastic party. The big one goes to the dojo, and they can keep it. Both are tainted. If I had a trophy from today, it would always make me angry. I will take a kiss instead.”

She asked for it.

Her parents looked amused when they watched her pushing me away, trying to get her breath back after four minutes of tongue kissing.

“Did I do it wrong? You were pushing me away like I wasn’t doing it right,” I teased.

She had all the girls laughing when she said that if we kissed any longer, she would need more than dry panties.

“Oh, that is a relief,” I said as I took the offered napkin, slipped it into her panties, let my finger slide over her slippery little bud, and started kissing her again.

She came twice, and I only broke the kiss because food started to arrive.

“Now you have your first two kisses with a boy to remember about today, too,” I told her.

“Yeah,” she said, dreamily, because she was still coming down off her second cum. “Can someone help me get to the bathroom? I think I need to pee.”

I looked at her parents, and they nodded, so I helped the girl up and got her to the unisex bathroom. She still really didn’t seem to notice that a guy was in the bathroom with her naked because I took off her dress to keep it clean. When she finished peeing, she patted dry, stood up, and finally noted she was naked after washing her hands.