His head

"Looks like I've got y-" Will couldn't finish his sentence because half way through you twist your body and instantaneously grab his head with your legs, dragging him down to the ground, where you lock your legs together and start squeezing in a reverse headscissors. Will grunts clearly in paint and shock.

"NOPE," you say almost screaming, "looks like I'VE got YOU. This doesn't look too good for you. Better find a way out soon."

Will's face is turning red and you can feel yourself closer and closer to victory.