Concentrate! 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Any distraction that effects your concentration can end badly for you!


Concentrate!

Conor rolled his shoulders and looked straight ahead, he then moved his head
to the left and the right as he loosened his body up. His eyes where now fixed
on the woman in front of him. She was quite mature, early 40's, something like
that with her almost shoulder length fair hair, with a touch of a curl to it.
She was also an attractive woman in her own way, some might say, not overly
pretty or anything like that but defiantly some might call her attractive,
some might. But her looks where not something that Conor was focusing on, it
was her eyes, her deep, dark blue eyes that where staring back at him.

She wasn't that far away from Conor so he could see her very clearly, it was a
face he already knew, but it was still the woman's eye that he was focused on.
Even so he could still see her hands as they came up, grabbed onto her jacket
and up it went. It looked as if she was altering the jacket, adjusting it
upwards as if she was sorting out the garment so it sat more comfortably
around her.

But there was something else that Conor noticed, as the jacket was adjusted,
as it moved. That gap at the front of her jacket, he noticed this even more,
as it opened up just a fraction more and there was a clear view of her
cleavage. It was only for the briefest moment, a second or so, but he noticed,
he saw this. The woman's jacket was white so when it moved the red garment
that was holding her well-formed breasts was just a flash but it had been
seen. It had been a fleeting sight for Conor of the red garment against the
white jacket, but it had been there and so had the cleavage, that deep chasm
between those quite large breasts.

In that moment that the woman had raised jacket, only slightly up, made that
minor alteration to get herself a bit more comfortable, in that moment Conor's
eyes had dropped down. That was the moment that the woman needed to make her
move. Distracted for just that split second meant that Conor wasn't ready for
it, didn't see it until it was too late, WHACK! OOOUUUHHH!

The woman' foot shot forwards and drove straight into Conor's kneecap. It was
a simple move, quick, easy to make and above all effective. The sharp blow to
his knee and the pain that it suddenly brought Conor made him wobble there and
again took his attention off the woman for another slightest of moments. This
allowed her to spin, twist around there on the spot and again she was fast. As
she came around and without looking down to see properly as she had already
gauged just how high she needed to raise her foot. She sent that foot and the
back of her heel into its target, driving the heel hard into the side of
Conor's other, good, knee.

The second blow to the male once more shook him and hurt, more pain and with
that come the distraction of not concentrating, again not focusing on who it
had been who'd caused that pain and that hurt. Conor wobble some more the pain
in both keens was an obvious distraction for him, but he knew he had to ignore
this and to stay upright, he had to stay focused on the woman, just the woman
or she'd ... ... OOOOHHHHH! THUD! UUUUHHHH!

He should have listened better to his own thoughts then he would have been
looking at the woman's face from the start rather than her ... ... ... ... and
then maybe he'd have been in a position to protect himself. But now he'd for a
third time lost that concentration and was again paying for that mistake. The
woman seeing his eye where not focused, or looking at her, his eyes were
half-closed and looking downwards to his sore knees. So, she took the
advantage. She reached out grabbed onto him yanked him body hard towards her
and now lifted her knee at the same time. She brought Conor straight to her,
brought his groin to meet her raised knee and it hurt him! THUD! ARRRRHHHH!

The pain was intense, he couldn't stop himself from screwing his eye up fully
to deal with this, she'd hurt so much. But as it didn't bother the woman how
much she hurt him and as she was still holding him close to her, she drew that
knee back and then throw it forwards again, but this time even harder! The
second blow to his groin took Conor up off his feet and made him cry out
loudly, it sounded a bit like a little child's cry and was quite pathetic. He
leant forwards as it hurt so much, but she just moved her hands and took a
firm hold of him by his arms. She forced the injured male to stand up right,
like a man, but he was still whining like a child. But the woman had a way of
making him stop him whining and to shut him up, so WHACK!

She throws her head forward straight into Conor's face, her long curly hair
flew out in all directions as her forehead was driven into his face. Not the
prettiest of moves, but one that worked as the shock of being struck like
this, being hit again, stunned the male. It shut Conor up as well as hurting
him, filling his face with this numbing deep pain and bringing a trickle of
blood out of his nose. The woman was unmarked which was good, even if she
wasn't overly pretty she didn't deserve to have a mark on her face.

As she struck his face with her forehead the woman let go of her hold on him,
so now Conor was staggering backwards. His arms had flowed out to the side to
try and steady himself, after that last stunning blow, and he was still seeing
flickering stars after it. His body was hurting after the blows he'd received
to his knees, to his now very sore groin and his numbed face, after all that
his eyes were shut tight as he dealt with the pain. So, hurt, unsteady and
with his eyes closed it was the ideal time for the woman to again take
advantage of the situation, OOOWWWHHH, WOOOSSSHHHH! THUD! UUUUFFFFF!

With Conor 'blind' to the woman for that second, she'd reached out grabbed
onto him and yanked his towards her, and it was at that point that he'd open
his eyes again. All he saw was the woman's face getting close as he fell
towards her and then, all he saw was the side of her face and her hair
bouncing around as she twisted and turned. Taking him with her the woman
pulled Conor over and around, dragging him up off his feet and sending him
flying over her hip and then throwing him down to the floor.

He went crashing down into the blue mats that were beneath him and even though
they were there, those mats weren't that particularly thick. So, the force of
being thrown down to the floor still hurt, 'Shit!' The lad wasn't happy with
himself for being caught out, for being hit, all those times and then thrown
down by his Mother! He wasn't happy at all, just when he was getting to the
point where he thought that just maybe, one day soon, he could take her down,
for a change!

Conor lay there, then as he went to push himself upwards, SMACK! "SHIT!" He
slammed his hand down on the mat, yes, he was frustrated with himself, he
should have done better. He knew what he'd done wrong and knew he shouldn't
have been distracted so easily by his Mother, yes, he knew he should ... ...
WHACK! ARRRHHHH! His angry outburst, even if the anger was directed at himself
was not what his Mother expected, so her bare foot into her Son's face was
just her way of telling the boy to mind his manners! The kick had done it work
as the lad was dazed and had a very sore face now.

Conor had been kicked back down onto his back, back to laying there on the
blue mats with his Mother stood near to him, having reminded him with her foot
that that sort of 'outburst' was not what she expected from him! But even so
the groggy Son was muttering something he wasn't clear as his head was still
spinning and realistically he wasn't too sure himself where he even was now.
His arms and hands came down by the side of him and like a drunk man he tried
to shake his head and push himself back upwards.

The woman looked at her Son at first with some displeasure at his
disappointing performance here today and his poor ability to take a 'little'
tap like that. 'He should toughen up and be able to take this!' after all it
certainly wasn't the first time the Son had been on the mats with his Mother
was it! So, yes indeed the lad should be a bit harder, tougher and be able to
take a few knocks for the woman, from his Mother. And with the amount of times
that she'd had him on these mats he should have put up a better fight! Lindsey
carried on looking down at him, he seemed somewhat confused, but at least his
instinct was trying to get him back on his feet.

She now grinned, seeing the confused and dazed glare across his face. There
was only one thing to do, the woman spun herself around and WHACK! Once more
that foot of hers stuck, taking that look completely off his face with one
kick, as the punch-drunk lad who again was trying to make it up to his feet.
But this time the kick, the foot, the strike finished off his latest attempt,
he just plopped back down, and this time he wouldn't be making any more
attempts to get back up. Well not for a while at least.

Now that Lindsey was satisfied he was down for good, or for a while at least,
she turned and moved away from the hurt youth on the floor. Going over to a
chair that was there by the matted area, she picked up the towel on it and ran
it around her neck. It had been an OK session for her, but she still felt
disappointed with her Son's performance. Conor was not really making any great
progress, every time it seemed she knew how to gain the upper hand and how to
put her Son down. Maybe it was going a bit too easy!

The little trick with adjust her Gi top, the jacket, was so obviously going to
catch his eye and give her that second where he wasn't concentrating and then
she could take him. But even if it hadn't been 'that' move the woman knew so
many more that her Son would fall for, she could read him like a book. Well
Conor was her Son so she did know him, what he was like and what would
distract him, yes it was all a bit too easy!

Lindsey now made her way over to the other set of mats a short distract from
her own area. On these mats was two more 'competitors' who were squared up to
each other, so to speak. These two, another male and female had walked onto
the mats, bowed to each other, he was the taller one out of the two, broad and
strong looking, she was shorter, slimmer, maybe with a more gymnastic look
about her. With the formalities over with the fight now begun, the man had
moved in fast throwing his fists quickly one after the other in the females'
direction, but she moved backwards out the way even quicker. The man had then
spun around bringing his leg up and around, but again the female was just that
bit quicker, even if she was on the backfoot, was being forced rearwards, he'd
still not landed a blow, not hit her, yet!

But the man knew that 'he could land that blow', he just knew it and that was
all he had to do, land the first blow and he'd be in control. He would then be
in a position to strike her again, even harder and land even more blows on
her! But, as always it was a case of trying to get that all important first
blow to actual land on her. That's all he had to do!

The female took another step backwards out of the reach of the man and making
him miss again. But he'd noticed that this time she hadn't gone 'that far'
back, just enough to not get hit but he was now closer enough for UUURRRHHH!
He swung himself around, harshly, and fast, faster than he'd moved before,
going forward at the same time and also brought his leg up, straight and high,
he knew he was close enough now. The spin, the jump forwards and the length of
his legs meant that, this time, he was sure, so sure that his bare foot would
come down and make contact, he'd hit her! He just knew that this time he'd be
able to strike the female.

And in some ways, he was right but she also knew exactly how far she'd moved,
exactly the distance between him and her and she also had this inclination
that she knew what the man would do next! She saw him spin, go up and twist
around, she saw the man's leg, strong, powerful leg as it came thundering
around. As his bare foot was coming at speed and heading straight towards the
side of her head and shoulder area.

She knew if that leg of his came down and struck her, her shoulder or the side
of her head, that she'd then be driven down to the floor and he'd be on her
with his second, third and fourth strike straight away. But that didn't bother
her, she already knew what she was doing to do next! As he came around,
brought his leg thundering down towards the female to take his fist hit on
her, she moved, not out the way. No, she steadied herself and lunged forwards,
she was lunging towards the leg that was coming down on her. She was there
ready to catch his leg, prevent him striking her and she knew she could stop
him.

As the woman lunged and twisted her body, she reached out and grabbed, caught
the man's leg and it was coming down towards her. She grabbed him with both
hands around his ankle, her strong arms stopping, holding his leg in
mid-strike and now she was holding him steady. Her body, arms shook, shuddered
as she caught the leg and steadied herself, even though she was smaller than
her male opponent, she was now demonstrating very clearly her surprising
strength! She held the man's leg there, and even pushed it up that bit higher
as he was now stunned by her action and hoping around on just his other foot.

The female smiled as her little plan had worked. She'd drawn him in, got his
confidence high and made him take that chance, he'd not concentrated enough on
what she was doing, thinking and he'd make the mistake. Lindsey was still
stood by the side and watching, she grinned as it all looked a bit comical,
the man hoping around on one leg while his opponent, another female was
holding his other leg up in the air! She sniggered which was heard and not
lost on the two in the centre of that second matted area, as they now stared
at each other, and he wondered what was she going to do next?

The female holding that leg, that foot now grinned as another idea came to
mind, Tash, knew the man and knew he had a weakness. She now let a finger from
each hand move back and tickle the man's foot that she held. Knowing how
ticklish he was, this would just add to his discomfort and the embarrassing
situation he now found himself it! Craig's lips tightened up as he tried to
not show that her fingers where indeed having their desired effect, but she
could see this and it only went to make her giggle instead. He also hopped
around some more and tried to pull the leg that Tash held back to him, but her
grip was still surprisingly too strong.

But with the 'fun' out the way it was now time for the female to teach this
male a lesson, 'don't try and hit her, but if you do make sure it works, cause
if you don't its then her turn!' She turned the foot sharply to the side and
away from her, making Craig, wince at the sudden change from tickling to sharp
pain in his foot. At the same time, he'd closed his eyes, winched and
shuddered as that sudden move did hurt, just as the girl had meant it too. Now
Tash had a second to move without him knowing what she was doing next, before
he had the chance to open those eyes again, and so, WHACK! OOOOUUUUHHHH!

The girl was steady on one leg while her other went flying forwards, because
he was much taller than her and with his leg up like that now he was just at
the further reach that her leg could now reach. But it didn't really matter as
the girl knew even if she pointed and stretched her leg and foot out fully
she'd still just catch him. And that would be enough! The tip of her bare
foot, her toes drove up into the man's groin and caught him 'just right!'

His cry of agony was testimony to the fact that the girl had hit the right
place down there. Craig shut his eye tight it was a sudden steering pain that
gripped him and made him gasp for breath, again this provided Tash with her
next opportunity to make her follow on move. With one of her hands still
holding onto his foot and bend off to the side, her other hand, her fist drove
into the back of the man's leg that still had held up. The blow made his leg
buckle and now allowed the girl to move forwards, bending Craig's leg and
getting herself closer to him at the same time.

It was a difficult position for the man to maintain, hoping on one leg, a
painful groin and his other leg still up high but now bent as the younger
female had moved closer to him. He felt himself overbalancing and now as he
opened his eye and saw that Tash was closer, he looked down into her face with
its kind of mocking grin on it, SMACK! He didn't see it but her free fist had
gone up and came around, striking the man in the side of his head, making him
see a multitude of coloured stars in a sea of darkness. It was quite a blow
from the smaller girl as she rushed at him in this awkward position he was now
in, it was difficult for him, but kind of fun for her!

As soon as she'd struck him her hand had moved down and grabbed hold of the
man, she had a firm grip of him by his Gi jacket. She smirked, maybe even
smiled and then her leg went around and slammed into the man's one good leg,
ending his impression of a flamingo. Taking that leg away and dropping the man
down to the blue mats, THUD! OOOWWWFFF! ARRRRHHHHH!

As he crashed down onto his back, there was the briefest of pauses before
WALLOP! ARRRRRHHHHHH! Tash had of course followed on, coming down with the man
as he fell, as she was still holding on his jacket and still had hold of his
leg. As they fell the girl had put her knee up so as she then landed onto him,
her knee went pounding into his groin. But that was just one thing that had
caused him pain there was also the man's leg, still up, still being held by
Tash. So, when he fell and she followed onto him, the leg was pushed, forced
over to the side.

So, as she fell onto him and his now bent leg went over to the side the forces
of this had ripped, torn the muscles in his leg. The cry of agony from the
older, bigger man filled the room as the pain in his leg was intense, it
almost made the knee to his groin seem like nothing, almost! But Tash was on
the move a second after she thrusted her knee into him and had pushed his leg
over to the side and injurie him so much.

The girl pushed herself up onto her feet she stood on the man, standing there
looking down at Craig as his face was screwed up dealing with the pain that
had such a hold of him. Even with the girl standing on his chest it was
nothing compared to the pain in his leg. Then to get his attention focused
back on her, Tash moved, walking down the man and then to the side, placing
one of her bare feet on the man's injured leg, again there was a very loud cry
of pain. She applied some more pressure as she now steeped off the man and to
the side of him, and treading on that injured leg did hurt him so much. But as
this was a very painful move, it made Craig jolt and raise himself upwards due
to the shock of having his injury so deliberately stepped on.

The moment she stepped off his leg and he'd raised his body, brought his head
upwards the girl had spun around, fast, and as she came back around, SMACK!
OOOHHHWWW! Another bare female foot was driving into his body, this time his
face, as his head had come up, she whacked him hard with her foot and the man
was now nursing more pain that griped his body. At that moment with the man
down and obviously defeated the woman, Lindsey clapped and applauded her
Daughter's effort. The Mother gabbed a second towel from another chair placed
by this set of mats and then stepped onto them. Over she went to congratulate
her Daughter as she'd defeated her Father, yet again!

On the floor and Craig's head was mostly filled with messages of pain, but
there was a small space there that was just about able to contemplate the fact
that his Daughter had defeated him, once more. 'Maybe next time he'd get the
upper hand, maybe next time if he concentrated he'd be able to land that first
strike and then he could take the advantage, maybe next time!' But it wasn't
going to be today or any time soon, he would have to recover from these new
injuries before he got another chance to challenge his Daughter. But he would
do, sometime later once he'd recovered.

With Tash having defeated her Father and with Lindsey having beat her Son it
was another female victory in the Clarkson family. In fact, you'd have to go
back a long way to find the last male victory round here, if there had even
been one in the first place!

The Mother gave her Daughter a hug and congratulated her on her victory over
her Father. Lindsey didn't even look down at her husband, there seemed little
point in doing anything like that, after all he was just the loser here. But
there was a moan from the man there and almost as if it was a case of 'like
Mother like Daughter' a foot went out from Tash straight into the side of her
Father's head to shut him up! And it worked, so the Mother and Daughter now
made their way over towards the door of the room, having finished their latest
session here with the 'boys!' Now it was time for ... ... !

The two women left the room with the defeated two men, the Father and Son, and
now the Mother and Daughter made their way across the corridor to another
door. Just as Lindsey put her hand out to take hold of the door handle she
stopped, she paused for a second as a thought, an idea went through her head.
Then she turned to Tash and smiled as she shared that idea!

Inside this second room it was very similar to the first, it was a good size,
but nothing too large and there were again two areas set out, both consisted
of blue mats. In fact, this room was a duplicate of the room the woman had
just come from, complete with two males, stood at the far edge of the mats and
stood there waiting!

The two men were indeed waiting for the women who now entered and as they did
both men smiles at what they saw. The women were still in their Gi's, well
sort off, Lindsey and her Daughter Tash where wearing the top part of their
martial arts suits, just the jackets and belts. The trousers had been left
outside, Lindsey last minute idea to 'distract' the two new men that they were
about to face, to give them something else to concentrate on! And it had
obviously worked, as the men smiled and grinned, they both liked what they
saw. The two women, the Mother and Daughter in just their jackets, suitably
pulled open enough to display cleavage and now with each woman with her
stunning legs all on show for the men to 'enjoy!'

Those women did look fine, very sexy and the two men who were indeed waiting
for them, well they'd also had an idea to give them the advantage! Both men
were just dressed in their Gi trousers, their top halves had been discarded so
that their strong male upper bodies where all on show, something for the women
to concentrate on and for them to 'enjoy!'

The men were both tall, well build, strong male specimens, two men that
fancied their chances with these female as they reckoned they could take the
women on in a 'fair' fight! Both the women and the men grinned as they saw
each other, thinking the same thing 'dame them for having the same idea!' But
now it was time for the serious stuff, time for them to all calm down and get
ready!

The women carried on into the room and took their places on the side of the
mats nearest to them and opposite their male opponent. Lindsey now stood on
the other side of the mat to a tall, well build young man, a youth, barely
just being past a boy. A lad who was tall, athletic and quite cute, Lindsey
smiled and gave a cheeky wink to her sweet looking Nephew. Emmitt was indeed a
cute looking lad but the Aunt knew he was here for just one thing, well two,
one was to try and win a fight against her. The other was to try and 'win' his
Aunt!

At the same time Tash was stood looking across at her opponent Marvin, he was
again a tall and well-built man, an older man with a good firm, solid muscular
looking body. He was Emmitt's Father and of course that meant he was Tash's
Uncle! The Niece pouted her lips, almost as if she was blowing the man a kiss,
she knew he wanted to win against her, lay her out on the mats, one way or the
other!

The Uncle looked at the Niece, the Nephew stared at the Aunt, and these
'boy's' grinned. Lindsey eyed up Emmitt, Tash gazed at Marvin, and these
'girls' smirked.

They stood there for a few more moments just looking at each other with these
'knowing' looks on their faces. It was almost as if the 'boys' where sure they
were going to be having some fun with the 'girls', and maybe they were, but
they'd have to win first! Then just as the men were going to make their move,
the one they had rehearsed the girl's hands went up and onto those thick belts
around their Gi jackets.

Lindsey's hand went to her red belt, Tash to her pink coloured belt, not that
this was any indication as to their skill level, it was just a colour each
female liked. This movement made the men stop, whatever move they had planned
was now put to one side and the men's eyes moved down to where the belts where
being loosened!

The belts where now undone and both dropped to the floor, the 'men's' eyes
followed these belt as they fell, then their eyes came back up again in time
to see the women slip their jackets off. Now the jackets fell to the floor!
There was a pause as the men swallowed hard and took in the sight of the
females in front of them. All Emmitt could see was Aunty Lindsey in her pair
of tight red sports shorts and red sports top. And all that Marvin saw was his
Niece Tash in her set of tight pink sports shorts and top!

The men blinked as if not sure they were actually seeing this, then blinked
again. Both men's eyes closed and in that moment the women made their move.
There was that moment of a lack of concentration and it was that moment they
use to launch their 'attack' on the men.

Tash throw herself into a forward tumbling summersault at speed towards her
Uncle, spinning over and around, over and around as she heads towards the tall
older, fit man and WHACK!

Lindsey, dashed, ran at speed then jumped up, as she went rushing at her
Nephew, up high she stuck her leg out, her foot pointing straight at the tall,
younger strong lad and SMACK!

The young foot of Tash struck hard into the upper chest and throat of her
Uncle taking the man off his feet and sending his flying backwards. At the
same time the firm older foot of Lindsey crashed into Her Nephew. Her heel
into his chest, the rest of her foot into his face as he was looking down,
catapulting him rearwards. Both men went off their feet and landed some way
away on their arses.

It was first strike to the females, again! The men where quick, once they'd
realised what had happened, to shake themselves back into getting themselves
back into the fight and ... ... !' But they weren't quick enough, still on
their arses Marvin and Emmitt looked up to see the woman where stood very
close in front of them now.

Marvin looked up at his Niece, she did look so good and then as he gazed up at
her, she smiled and winked at him, the Uncle thought to himself, 'I wonder, if
... ... ?'

Emmitt stared up at his Aunt, she looked so stunning and as he looked she
grinned and blow him what looked like a kiss, the Nephew wondered, 'maybe she
would ... ... ?'

But in that moment the men should have been moving not thinking, looking,
wondering, they'd lost concentration, and now as Lindsey throw herself into a
spin, as her leg came around, her foot came hurtling downwards towards ... ...
CRACK! Tash shot herself forwards and down low to met her Uncle on the floor,
at the same time her arm came around and her forearm was there ready to make
contact as it swung around towards ... ... CRUNCH!

As the Uncle and Nephew had lost their concentration, the Aunt and Niece had
taken the advantage and were ready to beat the two men. It was going to be yet
another female victory, when would these men learn to concentrate on what
they're doing ... ... ?