The ref counts and I am resolved to let her. Even if I could get up, what next? The human steamroller would just do something else devastating. I place my right arm across my eyes waiting for the bell which cannot come soon enough. Then the boards rumble and when I pull my arm from my face I cannot even take a breath. Gabi's leg drops across my chest, nearly sending my body into shock, the impact is so heavy. The ref stops counting and I groan, moan and honestly, whimper. "There's nothing left to prove . . . nothing . . ." I try to yell, but it's closer to a whisper. Then Gabi's leg doesn't move. It stays across my chest - "bitch!" I protest. My hands go to the thick inner thigh and push, but I'm going nowhere and neither is she. Now the ref begins a new count but this time all she needs to get to is three and I'm fine with it - really. She seems to take her time as if there is hope but of course there is none. Not for me. So when she finally slaps the canvas three times and the bell sounds, it's over. The Big Beauty pulls her leg away and I watch her stand, towering over me and the ref, the lady in stripes asking if I need medical assistance. I don't but I'm tempted to take it. "I'll be fine in a minute" I respond then see the winner lean over and offer me a hand up. I wish this was a couple minutes later but I'll take the help. Gabi pulls me up to my feet and I manage to stay on them but it's a challenge. The crowd cheers and I wobble to the nearest ropes. I lower myself gently to the mat and ease out of the ring, again, barely able to stand. Few notice me as I head away from the ring, instead focusing on the gorgeous woman in the ring. It's good actually - I'd rather not have any attention paid to me right now.
