But I do stand around, admiring the 200+ pounds that just hit the deck. Once I feel her going over, I watch as she lands hard, her thighs, butt and breasts rumbling upon impact, finally settling on her back. It's a sight to behold. Then she starts to move but doesn't. That was a big impact! Then I snap out of it and know I need to follow up. In my mind's eye, a big splash, a leg hook, a 1-2-3 and it's over, right? So I back into the ropes to Gabi's right, bounce my back into them and take flight in a swan dive, leading with my own chest, aiming it for hers. I leap, spread my arms and "NOHHHHH!! HUHHHHH!!" The fallen champ and I make eye contact as I am hurtling toward her and a quick roll to her left leaves me pounding my chest not into hers but into the boards. I groan loudly, then roll to my left to get the weight off my twins. I end up on my back, the rug pulled out from under me and feeling that one up and down my body. I cross my arms across my upper body, lying there feeling the throb.