Tackle her. She might be too tired to dodge.

You charge head-on at Samira, and you’re surprised to find that she doesn’t move out of the way. You collide with her and bring her down to the mat—

—and her legs snap closed around your neck.

“I hope you didn’t think it was going to be that easy,” she gloats, tightening the headscissors.

And the vice-like grip of her surprisingly well-muscled thighs isn’t even the worst of what you’re about to endure. She flips over and lifts her hips, pulling your head up with them—then slams them down, smashing your head into the canvas. And she doesn’t stop at just one; she performs the move over and over, punishing you with a series of dizzying blows to the head that leave you with just enough presence of mind to tap out in a panic.

She laughs and releases you, hearing the sound of the buzzer to record the submission. “You think you can take any more?”

You’ve lost a point for a submission.