I am now having my way with Carmen. Actually, it's been that way for the last few minutes of the match. When I hoisted her up on my shoulders, there was some rigidity to her body - call it "fight". That's gone. She is a wet noodle now and she may be out or close. I move to the center of the ring, everyone in attendance sensing the finish. This crowd is known for its appreciation of good wrestling so I go old school again. I begin to revolve once more, this time in an airplane spin. It's so easy compared to the giant swing I used earlier, I get to full speed and go around a bunch of times. While still at maximum speed, I push the champ off me and lunge forward, letting her drop to the boards violently. I hear the "BOOM" and know I have all the time I need, so I pause, let my own head clear and then turn to see black hair everywhere, a shirt up around my opponent's neck, exposing her entire upper body and a twisted heap of wrestler. She is so done . . . so, so done . . .
