You fight back

You think of your brothers, your mothers and father, how disappointed they would be seeing you like that, you reunite the last of your strenght and wrap your legs around his waist pushing with all the strenght you could muster, the pride in your heart boiling and converting into energy. You unbalance him enough to throw him side ways. you posture up and goes to the full guard, the king with his back to the mat, legs wrapped around your waist and you hands in his, controlling him.

"Not bad pretty boy, but lets see if you even now what to do from here".