Elina slowed her pace as she closed in on the cornered Fiona, rubbing her chin with her left palm. The two wrestlers’ eyes locked, Elina let her hand fall as she worked her jaw side to side. Fiona was still showing no sign of relenting and to Elina this was an irritation — like repeatedly slapping down a fly that just kept buzzing up from the floor. This was Elina’s debut match for NMW and while the former champion did not expect - nor want - some throwaway jobber that she could not have some fun with Fiona was at this point a nuisance. More than a nuisance, actually. She had already endured two of Elina’s finishers and that in itself was a defiance. Elina raised her right hand and drew her arm back - her fingers and wrist rigid - and whipped it forward with a sharp, punishing knife-edge chop just below Fiona’s throat. 

“Oh, a chop to the sternum!” Dan Rich cringed. 

Elina’s arm came up and back again, Elina delivering a second chop to the same spot - harder than the first - the [i]crack[/i] echoing and causing a wave of “oh’s” across the front row seats. 

“A second,” Brent cringed, “I took more than a few of those when I wrestled and they [i]smart[/i].”

Instead of a third chop, Elina swiftly reached under the rope and grabbed Fiona’s right wrist with both hands, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She pressed her right boot against Fiona’s abdomen, using it as leverage, and raised her left leg dropping her upper body down. Nearly all of Elina’s body weight pulled on Fiona’s arm, stretching it painfully against the rope.

“Oh, my God!” Dan Rich exclaimed as the stands went wild.

“That could dislocate Fiona’s wrist!” Rhonda fretted.

The referee rushed forward demanding Elina to stop, which she ignored - prompting him to begin counting to five. It would not matter, just a few seconds of so much pressure on Fiona’s arm would be debilitating.