There is no way all my money for martial arts lessons is going to waste. I actually thought that thought before I stepped in with my right foot. I grabbed him by both lapels and shoved my foot into his stomach. I dropped down on my back, throwing him over my head, while still holding on to him. I felt the weight of his huge body coming upward with my momentum. I allowed his momentum to pull me back over on top of him. While squatting on his chest, I reached down and drove both thumbs into his eyes. Without slowing I executed an open-hand technique to his windpipe.
The person began sputtering. Coughing. I struck again, this time using a V hand strike.
Crash. Still coughing, the attacker grabbed my arm. I jumped up off his chest and grabbed his wrist with my right hand, twisted it and flipped him over on his stomach. I placed my right foot on the floor and pulled his arm up against my bent knee, dislocating his shoulder and breaking his elbow.
He screamed.
Before I made my way in the direction of the door, I kicked him in the back of his head with my heel, driving his face into the floor. Now, that's what I call kicking them to the curb!
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