(Apparently) the reverse corner splash was effective. It seems to have left Stacie in a state of "paste" as the lovely and perceptive Alana Quill remarked. When I pull away and turn to face her, she is slumped in the corner. She is still on her feet so to speak, but she is more hanging by her arms. Seeing her ready to be beaten, I decide to try something I have always wanted to but have never had the chance. Moving in to her, I grab her under her arms and set her straight up and down. Her expression seems to be neutral - certainly not happy, but not sad - maybe out on her feet. I take two deep breaths, warm up my right hand and slap it into her throat. Grasping her right upper arm in my left hand, I lead her away from the corner. It's not easy - she's largely dead weight. But a step, another, three and finally we arrive at the middle of the ring. Here goes! I bend my knees, ready my right arm, make sure my grip on her left is secure and then straighten my legs, lifting her off her feet. Up and down we go, me dropping to my knees and sending the dazed fighter to her back in a choke slam! Her body bounces and settles on the canvas and then, nothing. Just her chest rising and falling as she breathes. I move over her, and lay my weight across her chest and wait for the ref to count. It's a quick three and the bell sounds. I leap to my feet, the ref joins me and thrusts my left arm in the air. Then comes the announcement: our winner this evening at the 42-second mark - yes, 42 seconds, Gabi, the Big Beauty! I accept the ovation and slip from the ring, not celebrating too much. My feet hit the floor and I look back to see Stacie starting to come around and I am relieved. Another win in the books.
