They set in one by one, the realizations when locked into a sideways headscissor.
First, the surprise, the hold being one that can be applied even from a disadvantaged position.
Second, the pain, which waxes and wanes, leaving you at the absolute mercy of your rival’s tightly constricting thigh and calf muscles.
Third, the fact that escape from the hold is simply put: hard, and on occasion impossible.
But the fourth and final realization, the one most paramount, is that try as you might, breathing alludes you. That particular incarnation of the scissor being the perfect storm of submission and strangle – a tempest of pain and pressure – a squall from which you are lucky to escape.
One By One
