Try to pin her to the ropes like she did to you.

You rush at Chloe, intending to trap her against the ropes, but she’s too fast for you. She dodges out of the way just in time, and pushes your head down, letting your momentum jam your head in-between the middle and top ropes. You wonder worriedly what’s in store for you as she flips you over so that you’re facing up, and climbs up over the ropes before straddling your neck.

“What’s a wrestling match without a good headscissors?” she says, and clamps her thighs shut.

Her long legs afford her plenty of leverage, and she leans back against the ropes as she squeezes you tighter and tighter. You stare up at her in awe, admiring the way her body towers over you in such a dominant position, even as her scissorhold torments you.

She looks down at you, taking in the sight of you trapped completely between her legs. “Ready to tap out?”

You nod silently, unable to find the breath to speak as you weakly pat her thigh. The buzzer goes off somewhere in the distance.

“Good boy,” she giggles, releasing you slowly. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

Whether you have or not, you’ve lost a point for a submission.