Try to get her on the ground. Maybe your weight will help you.

You lock up with Chloe and try to sweep her off her feet, but she deftly steps around your foot and counters with a sweep of her own that instantly topples you. You hit the mat belly-first with an “oof” of escaping breath, and she’s on you without giving you a moment’s respite. She braces her knee on your upper back and grabs one of your legs, wrenching it back painfully.

“Ooh, an interesting start to the match as Chloe locks in a one-legged Boston Crab!” the commentator says.

But she’s not done yet. Her free hand reaches down and slips into your briefs, wrapping around your quickly hardening cock.

“I’m gonna enjoy this, but not nearly as much as you,” she says, and quickly starts jerking you off.

You shudder as her fingers race up and down your shaft, and then wince as she twists your leg further. The pleasure/pain combo is hard to handle, and she knows it.

Your grunts of pain finally turn to screams as she cranks on the hold further still, and pre-cum is starting to leak from your cock. You can’t take much more, and you finally tap out just as the count reaches twenty.

The point buzzer rings twice as Chloe lets you go, and she stands up to square off with you once more.

“Come on, John, you’re gonna have to step up your game if you wanna hang in there with me,” she taunts.

You’ve lost two points for a submission/domination.