This topic brought back one of my more entertaining childhood memories. I'm gonna share and there's nothing y'all can do about it
When I was testing for my Red Cross Water Safety Instructor certificate I was up against a rather well built man who was also the high school's football line coach (seriously, this guy was jacked - he had at least 100 pounds of muscle over my 16 year old bod more suited for tennis). And the most important of the tests - a pass/fail one - was a rescue of an aggressively panicking victim who in trying to save their own @ss is effectively drowning their savior.
So he's in the pool doing his thing and I jump in to do mine. Within seconds I'm in big trouble because he's locked arms and legs around me, and my face is at his sternum level - and underwater. No bueno. I wasn't going to last long like that.
Fortunately, I had been trained well - ironically, by the high school's AD, who not only was a swimming instructor, he had hired the football coach. He had told his students that if they were ever in a similar situation to understand it was serious life and death stuff, to not be shy - and to nail the "victim" square in the family jewels using whatever method was available.
Which I definitely did, bringing a knee up as fast as the water resistance allowed.
And suddenly he was going down like the Titanic.
So I saved his ass. And got my certificate.
Of course, I paid for that in the end. He beat me like a rented mule for the entire football season