Brad reached out to grab her tactical vest collar.
Maya caught his wrist with a quick wrap grip.
She stepped inside his guard with her left heel.
She pivoted her hips lower than his center mass.
She pulled his heavy arm over her right shoulder.
Corporal Miller: Wait, what are you doing!
Captain Maya: Using your own weight against you.
Maya loaded his weight onto her hip bone seamlessly.
She threw her body forward in one smooth arc.
Brad airborne body flipped through the bright air.
His feet swung uselessly above his head.
A loud crash echoed as he hit the mat hard.
The air rushed out of his lungs immediately.
SFX: Heavy impact thud on the floor.
Brad lay flat on his back staring upward.
His eyes looked wide and totally confused now.
The spectator soldiers stood in silent shock.
Nobody said a single word for five seconds.
Private Davis: Did you just see that throw?
Sergeant Miller: That was a perfect hip technique!
Maya stepped back into her ready defensive stance.
She did not smile or celebrate the big throw.
She remained fully focused on the match rules.
Sergeant Major Vance: Point awarded to Captain Lin!
Sergeant Major Vance: On your feet, Corporal Miller!
Brad struggled to sit up on the blue mat.
His hands shook as he pushed himself upright.
He felt completely humiliated in front of his peers.
His pride was wounded much worse than his body.
He glared up at Maya with bitter eyes.
He realized he had vastly underestimated her skill.