On the canvas, face down, content to lie there and moan quietly, when Joanie decides to continue. She takes my head and pulls up and I look into her big legs and belly. There is a great target there but my arms are useless. I palm her thighs and up I go. Against my will? I don't know, I really don't. I'm up anyway but the front face lock is so controlling, so dominating, I am simply along for the ride and then the ride gets scary. With seemingly no effort, the buxom older woman gets me up by my suit, flips me head down and then crashing to the boards we go. "BOOMMM!" My back smacks the canvas and it arches, my eyes slammed shut, the pain all coming out through my mouth. A big cheer goes up and there I lie, back settling, noises coming from me I have never heard previously. For the first time ever, I feel fear in the ring. I am unable to mount any offense or defense for that matter and the former champ seems to want to show what made her great for all those years at my expense.