was on the ground, I was on him. I wrapped my left arm around his neck from behind. It wasn’t a hug; it was a vice. My bicep pressed against the right side of his neck, my forearm bone digging into the left. I grabbed my own right bicep with my left hand, locking the hold. My right hand moved behind his head, pushing it forward.

The rear naked choke. The Mata Leão.

I compressed his carotid arteries. Kyle thrashed, clawing at my arm, but I had already hooked my legs