I would not cry too hard for Carolann, blackkjac and Abuzittin. She deserves everything she is getting, and besides, you know that oil and water don't mix. I was very willing to let Carolann go with at least a shred of her dignity intact. I asked her three separate times to surrender and she stubbornly refused. Now I will take matters into my own hands, or legs in this instance. I shift my scissors from around her neck and torso to being simply around her neck. I squeeze her neck harder than I have ever squeezed anyone in an applied scissors before. My steel cable legs constrict around her neck like no other force she's ever felt before. "This is for all of the women who you have beaten in the past, Carolann," as I squeeze the neck vice even harder. Just as I see her eyes roll back in her head as she is about to pass out unconscious, I loosen my grip just a bit to keep her awake. Then I tense it up again, and then loosen. I rhythmically tense and loosen in short intervals reminiscent of the beat of my leg kick while in the pool. I look back at her face which has turned a lovely shade of purple. I speak to her for the last time, "I submit BOSS...say it!" I have truly had enough of her insolence. If she will not submit this time, the lights will go out like a Broadway theater after the closing of a show. "What's it going to be, Carolann...three words from you, or I KO you right here? The choice is yours. Be smart."