As we approach each other, I place my right hand behind Erin's neck and pull her in towards me locking up. My left hand is on her shoulder at the ready. I pull Erin's head in by my right hand on the back of her head, so that we are in close with my face on the left side of hers, and my mouth next to her left ear. As I hold her in place firmly with my right hand on the back of her neck, I begin speaking, no... I begin apologizing to Erin directly into her left ear. "I am sorry, Erin, that I agreed to let you take this match. We both know that you are not in my league or class. I'm sorry for all of the pain, discomfort, and public humiliation that you are about to suffer. I'm so sorry that you are about to be soundly defeated and embarrassed by a superior athlete and a more skilled fighter than you have ever faced before. I'm so sorry to have to put you through all of this. You seem like a nice girl, but clearly need a lesson in moving up in class before you are ready. Please accept my apology in advance." With that, I slip my arm the rest of the way around Erin's neck and lock my hands together, I turn and try and bring her head down to my side and hold her in a tight side headlock, as I begin to put on the pressure and wrench her neck. "Oh you poor little Scouse sycophant pratt!! Why don't you go home to your bangers and mash, and your bubble and squeak, and leave the fighting to the real women.