You just take it

She straddles your shoulders, folding her legs in a figure four around your head, and leans back against the nearby ropes, letting the headlock crush you once again. She lifts her hips off the ground while she squeezes, fully relying on the ropes as leverage.

Your vision blurs, your eyes water, your throat rasps out a final breath before strangulation sets in. The world begins to shrink into an ever smaller circle of your vision. But you can hear distantly, so far away it can't possibly be inside the ring of someone counting.

You're doomed, you know it, that must be the countdown till you're ****. But it isn't, it's the ref counting for Kali to get off the ropes. The good sport that she is, the Blue Fury waits till 7 to let you go.

The world swirls back into focus, and you lie there coughing and in shock, unable to do a thing as Kali goes for you again.