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I hear the groan leave you as my knee settles into place and I tighten my hold. For a second I just breathe, steady and controlled, feeling the shift in momentum that came with that reversal.
You tried to take me down clean. I’ll give you that. The idea was there. The timing just wasn’t.
I lean forward slightly, keeping my weight balanced and centered, making sure you feel every pound of it without overcommitting myself.
“Easy?” I repeat with a small shake of my head. “Not a chance.”
My grip tightens around your arm, pinning it firmly against my chest while my other hand presses into the mat beside your shoulder for leverage. I’m not rushing this. A lot of matches are lost because someone gets greedy after a good reversal.
You’re right about one thing though — you’re not beaten yet.
But you’re also not going anywhere.
From up here I can feel the tension in your body, the calculation happening behind your eyes. You’re conserving energy, waiting for me to make the next move.
Smart.
I shift my knee slightly, adjusting the pressure on your thigh just enough to remind you I’m still in control. My other knee stays planted on the floor for a stable base.
“Round the track a time or two,” I say, echoing your words with a faint smirk. “Means you should know better than to give someone like me the top position.”
Slowly, deliberately, I begin to transition my weight, sliding my grip down your arm and starting to turn your shoulder toward the mat. Not forcing it yet — just testing your resistance, feeling where you’re strongest and where you’re vulnerable.
“You’re waiting,” I add calmly. “Hoping I make a mistake.”
I lean closer, lowering my center of gravity as the pressure increases.
“I don’t make many.”
Now the move comes — controlled, decisive — as I begin to drive the position forward and tighten the hold, determined to turn this advantage into something you can’t just wait out.
“Let’s see how long you can stay comfortable down there.”