Pride is a Painful Sin

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It was a very uncomfortable car ride home for Lucas. Very. He drove with eyes locked forward and perfectly still, not looking over at Molly. She checked out her boyfriend several times but could not catch his eye. They rode in stone cold silence.

Arriving at Molly’s place, the woman exited the automobile. Lucas made no move to follow. Molly peered into the open passenger side window, imploringly.

“You coming in?” the woman asked. This was not a question to which Molly usually needed an answer.

“No,” said Lucas, firmly, still staring directly ahead. “I feel like going home tonight.”

Molly said nothing as she glared at the man. Finally, she spun on her heel and headed to the apartment building. Lucas turned his head to watch Molly’s shapely rump as she went inside. When she was no longer visible, Lucas left for home.

The evening had started well. The bar/restaurant the couple were in was well-attended, loud and fun. They ate at the bar and enjoyed the food and the selected wine. Molly and Lucas talked above the din about nothing, but they laughed and had a good time. Their fun was spoiled by a drunk. The man, a few years older than Lucas, came over to their barstools and made loud, obnoxious comments about the woman’s body. Lucas looked over at his girlfriend and she shook her head. He ignored the lush, hoping he’d leave. It wasn’t until the man put his hand on Molly that Lucas physically reacted. He grabbed the man’s arm and told him to stop. The drunk punched Lucas with his free hand and a fight began. Although the man was six inches shorter than Lucas and had a beer belly, he got the better of it, cuffing the younger man around the bar. Lucas certainly didn’t expect this; drunken louts usually back off once confronted. As bad as it was, it got a whole lot worse.

Molly got off her stool and tapped the man on the shoulder. When he turned, she used the heel of her hand and thrusting upward, hit the man’s nose. Blood trickled from his nostrils. Molly followed by capturing one of the bullies hands and twisted. He was forced to the floor. Once there, the woman maintained the hold, placing her foot on his neck. The drunk was mostly immobilized. When he tried to move, Molly would twist his hand. The pain was severe. She held the man for what seemed like a long time and finally released him.

“Get out of the bar,” Molly commanded.

The drunk meekly complied. Applause and cheers rang from the audience. Lucas had a decidedly different reaction. He was embarrassed; horrified. He would have felt much better if the bully had given him a bad beating. With as much coolness and dignity he could muster, Lucas asked for and paid the check. Without a word, he left the bar. Molly followed him out.

“What’s the matter, honey?” she asked as they stepped outside, out of earshot. There were few people in the street.

Tears welled up in the man’s eyes.

“What’s the matter?” he screamed. “My girlfriend protecting me like I’m some kind of wimp; some kind of coward. How the hell could you do that?”

“I saw you in trouble and just reacted,” Molly replied. “It was purely instinct. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’d rather be in the hospital than this. A whole bar full of people just saw my five foot girlfriend kick some guy’s ass while I watched helplessly.” Lucas shook his head and the rest of him shook as well. “I hope nobody puts that on youtube. I wouldn’t be able to show my face.”

“Aren’t you overreacting a bit? It doesn’t matter to me if I can beat you up. I don’t have you around for protection. You’re my boyfriend, not my bodyguard.”

Lucas couldn’t have been hit harder by Mike Tyson. He was 6‘4“ tall and at least twice Molly‘s weight. “You can’t beat me up. You can’t. You just surprised him and he surprised me. Just get in the car. I’m taking you home.”

Molly could see, and feel, she struck a very raw nerve. She got in the car.

Lucas arrived home and mechanically opened his apartment door. He plopped on the couch and sat there, unmoving. He wasn’t thinking; just overwhelmed and unable to cope.

About 15 minutes later there was a knock on the door. Lucas peered through the keyhole. It was Molly. He considered for a second not letting her in but that would have been ridiculous. He opened the door and the woman walked in. She was none too happy.

“I’ve a couple of things to say to you,” Molly said, a bit breathlessly. “First, I love you. And I protect the people I love, whether it is my little niece or my 6’4” boyfriend.”

Lucas nodded.

“And second, I’m really pissed off. Yeah, he surprised you and I surprised him but that doesn’t mean I can’t beat you up. As you know I’m quite strong and I’ve studied martial arts for years. It really bugs me that you denigrate my fighting ability. Just because you’re a guy doesn’t mean you’re tougher.”

Molly was looking at Lucas, challenging him. He didn’t know what to do. He already had two beatings tonight, one physical and one emotional. But Lucas still had his pride. Molly was 16 inches shorter and more than 100 pounds lighter. He had to be able to beat her; he just had to.

“I know I can beat you,” Lucas said with as much conviction as he could muster.

Molly sighed. Her boyfriend had had a rough night. It was going to get rougher.

“Let’s fight,” she said.

“Right now?”

“Yes. Right now. We can’t do it here. But I know a place. You can follow in your car or come with me.”

“I’ll come with you.”

Without another word the pair exited the apartment and found Molly’s car parked in front. They got in the car. She drove a little while until they came to a dark storefront. Molly fished out a key and a door opened. She clicked on the lights. Lucas looked around. It was a dojo. There was one big mat and a couple of smaller ones set around it. There were pictures of Asian men on the wall, as well as some mirrors. There was an area with free weights and some exercise machines. And there was an area in the back that probably held lockers.

“I’ll be right back,” Molly said. “Make yourself comfortable.“

Lucas took off his shirt, shoes and socks as he waited for Molly. She returned shortly wearing a gi. The pants were cut to her calves. Her black belt was tied loosely and the top was open, displaying her lovely breasts. Her dark hair was tied in a ponytail. Molly was petite but perfectly proportioned. Lucas often got an erection just by looking at her and now was no different. She looked absolutely fetching. But, as Molly bowed deeply before stepping on the mat, the big man realized they were about to fight. He steeled himself and stepped onto the mat.

“I’ve been thinking,” said Molly. “I don’t want us to hit each other. That wouldn’t our relationship any good. So no blows of any kind; no kicks, no punches, etc. Does that work for you?”

Lucas thought a bit. It worked for him. He didn’t know how he would get himself to take a swing at his girlfriend. In addition, his size advantage was bigger without the hitting.

“Yes,” he responded. ‘I don’t want to hit you anyway.”

“Good,” Molly said. “Are you ready?”

That was a good question. Lucas figured he was as ready as he’d ever be. In response, he took a step towards her. Molly danced away, moving lightly on her pretty, painted feet. Lucas moved to her and tried to grab her. The sexy woman ducked, grabbed his head, dropped down for leverage and tossed the big man over her. He swung in a long arc and landed hard and a little painfully. Molly didn’t follow as Lucas got up gingerly. He knew she was well-trained but could scarcely believe she had thrown him so easily.

“Don’t forget to bang a hand against the mat before you hit it,” Molly suggested. “It softens the fall.”

It was probably good advice but Lucas was now aware of what Molly could do and didn’t expect to need it. He approached the woman carefully as she danced around, smiling. Lucas moved quickly and captured her around her shoulders, pinning her arms. Molly threw her shapely butt back against him, forcing Lucas to loosen his hold. She reached down and lifted one of his legs, upending him. Molly allowed him to rise, pulled him towards her, cupped his arm under hers and threw Lucas over her shoulder. She followed him down, dragged him to his feet and threw Lucas again. Molly let Lucas get up and as he came towards her, grabbed an arm, fell backwards, placed her feet into his chest and tossed him halfway across the mat. Molly got to her feet and waited for her boyfriend to find his. Lucas took his time. What was he going to do? He knew what Molly was doing and couldn’t stop her. She weighed 103 pounds and was throwing him around like he was a child.

“Do you want to call it a day, honey?” Molly asked sweetly.

Lucas couldn’t “call it a day.” His pride continued to get in the way. He rose wearily and went after Molly…

After a couple of throws, the woman decided to get in a little ground work. Molly first attempted to cross pin Lucas but he was too big. Instead, she pulled his right arm under her left, wrapped her right arm around his head and squeezed. The man thrashed around, trying to dislodge her. Every time he moved, the woman would move with him, maintaining control. Lucas clawed at her gi with his free hand. Molly lowered herself as much as possible, giving her boyfriend little room. He turned and tried to spin and push off the floor to no avail. If this had been a judo match it would have been over. But, unless Lucas gave in, their fight continued.

Molly partially released Lucas and carefully mounted him, wrapping her legs around his shoulders. The schoolboy pin was not something she usually attempted but this wasn’t a normal match. Lucas pushed at her with his free hands. She tried controlling his wrists. It wasn’t easy but Molly had some success. The man could not believe she was strong enough to hold him. Lucas knew Molly was strong (for a woman). She helped him move furniture and showed plenty of sexy female muscle. But Lucas didn’t believe the sexy woman was as strong as him, or possibly even stronger. He certainly wasn’t sure now as Molly used her arms and knees to control his arms. Lucas was virtually immobilized, pinned by his slip of a girlfriend.

“I think I proved my point, Lucas,” Molly said. “What else do you need?”

What did Lucas need? Molly had completely overpowered him. He needed some shred of evidence that he was a man; at least what he thought a man was. He lay below his girlfriend, now unmoving, completely miserable.

Molly now didn’t know what to do. She had no problem with the fight. That had to happen and she wasn’t going to let Lucas win, no matter what he thought. She decided to try to put into words how she felt about her boyfriend.

“Lucas, I love you. I’m hoping that one day we’ll be married and have a family. We’re a team and we’ve been a team. It doesn’t matter who is better at anything; it just matters that together we’re stronger than we are separately. And we are. I just hope you can look past your pride and see that.”

With that Molly got off Lucas and headed back to the locker room to change. She planned to take her time, giving her man time to think.

And Lucas was thinking, maybe for the first time in a few hours. He had allowed what had happened in the bar to get to him, hurt his pride and bring out his prejudice. He loved Molly; she was amazing in every way and his perfect match. They were a great couple. Was he going to let the fact that she could beat him up and may be stronger than him get in the way of their relationship? He didn’t know if he could overcome that prejudice but he needed to try.

Lucas got up and put on his clothes and waited for Molly. When she appeared, looking sexy but concerned, he gave her a small peck on the cheek. The woman took this as an encouraging sign.

“Let’s go back to my place,” Lucas said as he moved a bit painfully to the door. “I have some pain ointment I need to put on. Maybe you can help me.”

Molly smiled and nodded. It was a good first step…

[iceman75]

Nice! I like the size difference, little Molly 5 feet tall and 103 pounds, Lucas, 6'4 and at least 200 pounds, and little Molly not only is a better wrestler, but could actually be stronger than the much, much bigger Lucas. Any chance to see a lifting scene in a future story? I've always enjoyed seeing a woman less than half the size of the man lifting him up with ease!

[mbpmbp]

Always a chance - LOL.

[judofann]

Thanks mbp, one of your best. It sort of reminded me of the old Dick van Dyke episode "My MotherCan Beat Up My Father". I love the part where Rob and Laura Petrie realize, almost simultaneously, that with her judo training, she can indeed beat him up! It just made her so much more sexy! Thanks again.

[mixfightor]

Dear world,

While I do appreciate everything you have done for me over the course of my life, I am afraid I am giving notice. I wish to go live in MBP's world. The girls there are sexy and strong and small and loving and seem more than willing to engage in hot, physical fights with guys. What could be better than that?

Seriously, though, thanks MBP for sharing another wonderful story. I liked Molly's attitude and abilities a lot. If Lucas can get past his pride, he's a really lucky guy. If he can't, could you pass on a greeting to her from me? I would have no problem whatsoever with her skills on the mat.

[mbpmbp]

mixfightor: Thanks.

judofann: Actually, the episode to which you are referring crossed my mind as I wrote this.

While I write (probably) more for myself than for my "fans," I still can't figure why some stories are more popular than others; get more "thanks," more views. This one is doing OK. Ryan Gets Schooled seems to be doing better. A couple of others aren't doing as well. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason, but I guess there is some common thread that readers like or don't like.

Oh well, I'll try to keep posting and hope people keep reading.

[redtango]

Your writing is awesome trust me plenty of us look forward to and enjoy reading your stories!