A few signs of life in the form of pulling at my arms, a rise with her once mighty legs and a couple love taps signal my level of control. Any other woman might cause me to finish the affair in a more grand fashion but again, respect. I need a strong finish but not an overtly flashy or cocky one. What to do, what to do? Then, I decide. Let's just transition one more time. She can submit or fade into oblivion - I'll leave that up to her. I press both knees into the canvas and with her head locked up tightly, I heave myself backward, pulling Joanie's heavy body on top of mine. I end up on my back and she ends up lying on me. I slip my legs around her waist and lock my ankles, then roll us to the right so we are facing the manager. I let go of her head and squeeze, looking at the guy running the joint. He can see both our faces and has the option to ring the bell if he thinks it's over, yet he waits. He must see something in Joanie's face that keeps him from stopping the match. I simply ramp up the pressure, waiting for the end which cannot be more than seconds away.
