Headlock

Dropping my unresisting arms which instinctively drop to cup between my legs, you put your right shoulder above my head and quickly wrap your arm around my neck clamping in a tight headlock. I jump and wiggle to try and escape, but you've already locked in the hold, violently jerking my head and neck around. My cries of agony are pathetic squeaks, muffled by your arm and side. In desperation I slap and grab wildly with my arms, the stress on my neck unbearable as you continue working it over, angling steeply to the side to really stretch my neck out. Off to a dominant start, you can hear some of the crowd cement themselves into your corner by starting a chant of "The Champ! The Champ! The Champ!" After a few more violent tugs on my neck are met with pitiful squeals of pain, you consider your next move.