Ben's face was turning purple as Valentina's powerful legs in her pink gi squeezed tightly around his neck, cutting off the blood flow to his brain. She even grabbed onto his protruding arm, pulling it towards her to squeeze the choke even tighter.
*Gurrrg!* Ben's head started to throb as his thoughts were starting to become a mess. He knew he wouldn't last long in this triangle choke, and would have to either tap or be forced unconscious in less than 20 seconds. Moreover, there wasn't any chance of a fluke. Valentina was a seasoned grappler, a veteran! Ben didn't see any easy way out.
In his head, he didn't hold much hope and was already making excuses. 'There wasn't much I could do against such a "well-prepared" opponent.' He believed it was a tough match from the start, being against his fated arch-nemesis—the tits.
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