Full nelson!

As the scrawny kid yanks you towards him, his grip on your wrist tight and unyielding, he uses his surprising agility to maneuver behind you in a flash. Before you can fully react, he slips his arms under yours, locking his hands behind your neck in a full nelson hold. His bony fingers press hard against the base of your skull, forcing your chin down towards your chest, while his elbows dig into your shoulders, pinning your arms up and rendering them nearly useless. "Thought you could just slip away, huh?" he taunts, his voice dripping with mockery as he leans in close, his hot breath brushing against the back of your ear. His wiry frame presses against your back, and you can feel the heat of his body, the sweat on his skin soaking your back. The bulge in his shorts is still evident, now grinding against your lower back as he tightens the hold, using his leverage to keep you trapped. The pressure on your neck and shoulders sends a sharp ache through your muscles, each attempt to struggle only making his grip feel tighter. The crowd around the mat roars with excitement, feeding off the underdog’s relentless control. Your breathing is ragged, the strain making your chest heave as you fight against the hold. What’s your plan to break free from this humiliating position?