A Headlock!

Pulling my torso up towards you, you put your right shoulder above my head and quickly wrap your arm around my neck. Still sitting on my hips you have me nearly folded in half as you clamp a tight headlock around my slender neck. I flail wildly trying to escape, but you've already locked in the hold, violently jerking my head and neck around. My cries of agony are pathetic squeeks, 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. 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 squeels of pain, you carefully pivot to your feet and stand up, pulling me with you in the headlock into a hunched over position in front of you, my head still trapped in your arm.