After the leg drop and a bit of showboating, Laura and I lock eyes. Hers contain no defiance, no hope - in fact, it's as though she's pleading for me to end it. The thought of more showboating crosses my mind - there are so many holds and moves I'd love to use, but it would just be showing off and disrespectful. Still, most in attendance seem to want more. I'm so conflicted! After several more seconds of contemplation, I slide my leg off the older wrestler's chest and kneel at her right side. Her eyes nearly beg, so I mount her, sit on her tummy and pull her arms down along her sides, pinning them to her body with my legs. I place my open hands on her chest, palming her breasts and pin her under me for a flashy pin. The ref is a little slow so I snap, "she's pinned now!" Finally she gets down and begins to count and I order "To 10! Count to 10!" I cannot justify any more wrestling, but I'll give the customers a big finish. The count rises, getting to 3, then 5 . . .