you're walking by My dance studio, and look through the window to see Me practicing. Mesmerized by My strong body... particularly My legs / thighs, you enter the studio to get a closer look. When I notice you watching Me and acknowledge you, you immediately blurt out "I want to wrestle you!". I'm very put off by this. I truly do not understand why any man would want to engage in any kind of physical competition with a Woman. I do, however, kind of miss that euphoric feeling of squeezing a man's neck between My thighs until he goes out. And I think I might actually enjoy wrapping My legs around your neck... but only if you first demonstrate your submission to Me. Of course it doesn't take long to have you exactly the way I want you: mentally and physically weak, wanting only to be squeezed by Me, with absolutely no desire to fight back. And, of course, once you do get the pleasure of experiencing My scissorholds, it's only a matter of seconds before you're out. And, just like all those before you, once you come to, you want more. I warn you not to go past your limit, but you beg Me to keep going. And, well, honestly, I've also missed watching the lights go out completely, so I decide to give you the ultimate honor of taking your last breath between My thighs. If somehow I get caught, I'll just say it was self-defense. you did come into My dance studio wanting to wrestle Me, after all...