Wow John thought as Courtney leaned down a bit to block his knee to her stomach. Her tank top had a bit of a loose collar and as she bent forward, she offered him a great view down her shirt. He wondered for a moment if it was a deliberate choice on her part, an attempt to distract him, but he wasn't going to let that happen.<br/><br/>With one hand holding onto his wrist, trying to negate the advantage he had with his grip on her hair, and the other down low blocking his knee, it looked like he had a clear opening with his free hand to reach for her shoulder and grab a handful of her shirt. Not exactly a move approved for a karate tournament, but free game for the rules, or lack thereof, that they had laid down. If he could get a grip on her shirt, that would mean he had two hands on her ,he could use to pull her closer...almost like a hug. Then if she wanted to go down, he'd be happy to oblige...as long as he wound up on top.