manchester_black

He outweighs me by a solid fifty pounds, and he's built like a superhero (and not one of the agile type superheroes like Spiderman either) so I know that the odds of muscling my way out of a tight spot is tricky. His hands go for the wrestler style clinch on my neck, one across the back of my neck, and one on my bicep, and I go for a Muay Thai clinch, both hands behind his neck and pulilng his head down. He pushes me back and grabs my leg, forcing me onto my back, and he tries to scramble and get side control- his torso over mine perpendicular to me, which can essentially take my legs out of the picture as far as defense goes. I try and shift my posture onto one side, and I turtle my hands up to my chest. He clasps one with both hands and stretches it out- I slip away and push his head to shift his balance off of me long enough to snap like a mongoose and grab his back and flip him over me, essentially reversing our positions. I now need to come up with something fast, because I know he can probably bench press my weight, so I cant use that as a means to buy time. Like clockwork, he goes to toss me off, and I sprawl out across him, and capitalize on his hands being occupied to slip into a scarfhold position, my right armpit across his throat, with the arm under his neck and the hand clasping my leg to keep it locked- my legs splayed out to keep my weight over as much space as possible. I don't think he expects me to be able to move his arm, and I grab it and pull it against its anatomy to where its weakest, and with a craftsmans care, weave it between my legs in a way the when I press my hips, it wrenches his shoulder in an unhealthy way. He fights it for a second, and I can just subtley feel the grind of bones and sinews before I feel the defeated tap of his other hand on my shoulder.