Chapter 4 - The Takedown
CRASH.
Avery leveraged Briggs’ captured leg upward while sweeping her own left foot hard against his trailing ankle. The ninety-pound weight differential meant nothing against pure Newtonian physics and master-level combat geometry.
Briggs’ massive body flipped horizontally through the air before slamming back-first onto the padded floor with a sound like a thunderclap.
The air blew out of his lungs in a violent wet gasp: “HUUAGH!”
The five hundred spectators in the gym went completely dead silent. Phones held in the air stopped moving. Officers in the front row leaned forward, their mouths slightly agape.
Briggs lay dazed on his back for a fraction of a second, staring up at the bright halogen lights, his brain struggling to comprehend how he had just been leveled.
Rage, red and blinding, flooded his chest. He scrambled frantically to his knees, his face turning dark crimson. “You bitch!” he roared, lunging forward with a wild, sloppy right hook aimed straight at her jaw.
Avery slipped the punch effortlessly, ducking under his heavy arm. She slid behind his back like a shadow, wrapping her arms around his torso, catching him in a tight rear waist-lock.
With a sharp grunt of effort, Avery lifted the two-hundred-pound Sergeant off his feet and planted him head-first into the canvas with a flawless German suplex.
BOOM!
The mats vibrated. The entire gymnasium shook.
This time, the crowd exploded into absolute bedlam.
“HOLY SHIT!” a Marine yelled, jumping out of his seat.
“DID YOU SEE THAT?!” another shouted, pounding on the bleachers.
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Briggs rolled onto his stomach, groaning loudly, blood dripping from his split lip onto the black mat. He was completely disoriented, his neck stiff, his pride shattered into a million pieces in front of his entire chain of command.
Avery didn't press the attack to hurt him further. She simply stepped back, standing in her corner, waiting calmly for the referee to start the count.
