No. She’s got you right where she wants you.

Samira laughs as she bends you double, jamming her foot into your back. “Awww, are you hurting already? That’s kind of sad. I do this pose every morning.”

You’re not really able to respond beyond wordless noises of pain, and it only gets worse when she leans forward, pressing more and more of her weight onto your back.

“Tap out now or we find out how flexible you really aren’t,” Samira warns.

It feels like you’re going to snap in half if she keeps this up, and you don’t want to know how much further she can go. You signal your submission, tapping your hand on the canvas.

The buzzer goes off, and Samira mercifully releases you, letting you carefully regain your footing. She runs a hand playfully through the golden fringe on her bra as she watches you get up.

You’ve lost a point for a submission.