I get "Barbie" moving, headed for that corner and certain punishment when she twists those hips and whips me back first into the corner. I take thew top buckle pad right between the shoulder blades and the wind is knocked out of me, unable to pull in any air. My head snaps back, piggies flying - "where did that skill and power come from??" I ask myself. Settling in the corner, trying to get my bearings, not breathing, but more gasping in shallow gulps.