Joanie continues her assault with a power slam! A power slam? Now?? I lie there with the heavyweight across my body waiting for the count, knowing it's over but in a, well, I'm not sure what to call it but an absolutely miraculous turn of events, the weight lifts off my body and moves away. I lie there, flat, finished, done. But seconds begin to pass and I sense a commotion. Yeah, the crowd is going crazy but I hear three or four female voices. It's mayhem! I roll my head toward the noise and I see Joanie at the ropes and at least three women, maybe four or five, all at the apron. They are scuffling and one has Joanie's ankle. This is beyond comprehension, but it is the opening I need, if . . . IF I can move. At all. I roll to my right side for a better look and no one seems to notice me - a new experience for sure. I push up to hands and knees, then just knees and force myself to stand. I take a breath and still, I am unnoticed, so I take another and know I need something very big. With Joanie distracted and her back wide open, the ref trying to restore order, I move in behind the big woman and with thumbs stiffened, open my arms wide and put all I have into jamming my rigid digits into her kidneys. Before anyone important realizes anything is happening, I do it again, watching Joanie's previously untouched body fold like she has been shot. She collapses against the ropes screaming and the ref figures out something is up so she admonishes me and forces me to move back. I take a couple steps to make her happy but go right back with a double kidney claw. If the ref didn't have a herd of unruly cats at ringside I wouldn't be getting away with this but I have the claw in place for several seconds before she begins to count. At 4.99 I jerk my hands out of those well padded organs but go right back to the hold when the ref resumes trying to break up the melee out on the floor.
