Not of your own volition, of course. It's too late. Your mind is screaming the commands, but your body is too busy to listen, too busy trying to deal with the punishment you've absorbed in the match up to this point. Punishment that's just beginning. You manage to twitch a bit, but actual movement is impossible.
Time is meaningless.
There's no way for your brain to process the information. You don't see Sabu position the chair in the ring. The cheers of the fans in the ECW Arena are so loud, you can't hear Sabu run to the opposite side of the ring, rebound off the ropes, jump onto the chair, and launch his body into the air. Suddenly, you feel as if someone has dropped a 1,000-pound weight across your chest. The table you're on disappears beneath your back, and your body is sandwiched by pain.