Break her neck

You let Fen fall back onto all fours, then trap her head & arm in a front chancery. There's resistance beneath you but nothing you can't handle. A small boo emanates from the front row. Maybe they're bored with your choice of a basic controlling hold.

If only they knew...

"Comfy? Cozy?"

"Yeah, feels good!" A slight squeeze draws out a slight gurgle.

"Giving up then?"

"Fuck you never!"

"It's a trick question fuckhead, you can't give up in NHB." You deliberately drop the tone in your voice. "Though, just between us, you may regret that pretty soon."

Whatever her grumbled response was, you ignore it. This move needs a lot of focus.

O.K. Ready, 3 2 1...

Maintaining the front chancery, you push off your toes, over the thug's head & land on your feet. You're bridging over her back, pulling her head & shoulder up 90°, textbook Last Chancery.

"GAAAARH!"

"Bet you wish you could give up now."

The tilt of ramp gives your hold an extra bit of leverage. Audience members audibly cry out at the sight of Fen's predicament. Or maybe it's because her boobs are being stretched out before her. You yourself are facing the titantron, so you've got a decent look at them yourself. Furthermore, her face is pulsing between agony & desperation. She may have never been trapped like this in her life. Her bulk looks like it's trying to burst through the skin, every part of her is strained to breaking point.

Your own position is awkward too, so you eventually start to fumble in your hold. Still, you maintain it to the last second. When your fingers finally fall apart, Fen is whiplashed face down. She groans & moans into the ground. You sit high up on her back & trace your fingers lustfully down her sculpted frame. Lats, obliques, that iron ass. Even down & out it's spectacular. Your boner is breaking out at the sight. But when you dare to sneak a hand into her shorts, she pounces back to life, reaching for you.

Holy fuck she never stays down!

You're fast enough to step away in time but she does snag your tights. Your cock springs free & you step out of them hurriedly. The thug lurches upright, burning for ****, but unwittingly staring at your weapon.

Advantage, John.