Erin finally realizes that she cannot gain a submission with her surfboard hold and moves to something more effective. She releases my arms and pulls my head down backwards by the hair into a hair held head scissors. The hair pull is a nuisance, and her legs are squeezing the scissors firmly. I am hoping that this squeeze is the best she's got, because it is not enough to get me to take a nap. She is a much smaller and lighter than I am, and her leg scissors might wear down a similar sized opponent, but I have been in with far better and far stronger than Erin and have prevailed. This time will be no different. Putting each hand underneath Erin's bum cheeks, palm up, arching my back slightly and twisting and lurching my body hard to the right, pushing up with my left hand on Erin's bottom as I do. As my body turns to the right, I hope to get Erin to turn with me as l roll so that although she maintains the scissors, she is face down as I now am. If successful, she would have lost her grip on my hair in the turn. I put both palms on the back of Erin's thighs and push down on them as I try and pull my head up free.
