The arena lights dimmed to black, enveloping the TD Garden in sudden darkness. Seconds later [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=DCSBcdYBU0g]a rapid cracking - like automatic gunfire - ripped through the air as white and red pyrotechnics erupted all around the titantron.[/url] Tendrils of gray-blue curled up across the stage as the shrill whistling of the pyro effects echoed off the rafters. After a few seconds the special effects ended, the smoke dissipating as a white skull surrounded by gray and black camouflage print slowly appeared on the titantron. [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=DpxZ5PHa6xo&pp=0gcJCZoBo7VqN5tD]Tanya Redd’s theme[/url] blared as the crowd went wild.

“And here comes Tanya Redd!” Dan Rich shouted over the unyielding masses. The woman herself, Tanya Redd, emerged from the lingering smoke, instantly taking command of the scene with a statuesque presence. She wore a fitted black tank top that brought out her toned shoulders, paired with gray and white urban camo pants tucked into shin-high wrestling boots. Her neck-length dark hair framed a determined smirk and her thick arms were crossed over her chest, exuding both strength and confidence as she surveyed the crowd, her head turning from side to side in two slow motions. Without hesitation, Tanya threw her arms high into the air, fists curled tight, releasing a coarse shout that matched the energy of the crowd. Keeping her arms up, soaking in the waves of praise, Tanya strode down from the stage with broad steps, radiating confidence and focus as fans waved and reached over the barricades for high fives. - Tanya passing them all by.

“A former member of NMWW, like her opponent tonight, and a former National Guard member whom we thank for her service.” Dan added, removing his hat.

“Tanya Redd is laser focused tonight,” Rhonda said, “just look at her.”

“She is here to win and to make a statement,” Brent nodded, “last week she pulverized Abby Beatific in the first round of this tournament and she plans to do the same to Fiona Chevalier tonight in Extreme Rules.”

“And we’ll see if Fiona has what it takes to beat Tanya [i]this time[/i],” Dan Rich emphasized as Tanya reached the end of the stage ramp, “Fiona has faced Tanya twice in the past and came away both times with a loss.”

“Well, tonight the setting and the stakes are different,” Rhonda quickly interjected, “Fiona’s first loss to Tanya was still early in her wrestling career and her second loss was in a tag team match and, just being real, because of a screwup by her partner at the time.”

“That’s true,” Brent said as Tanya stepped onto the ring apron and slipped between the top and middle ropes. “But Tanya has come a long way too. I would argue even moreso than Fiona. Don’t get me wrong, Fiona has a chance tonight, but Tanya is more aggressive, bigger, stockier, better trained, and I think she just wants this more.”

“Interesting input, Brent,” Rhonda replied, “I guess we’ll see.”

Tanya stepped into the center of the ring, arms now at her sides, fists still clenched. She gazed out across the stands, taking another slow, deliberate look at the masses gathered for the match before striking an impressive double-armed flex and shouting a second time, stirring the crowd further.

Brent grinned, “Tanya already has the crowd on her side!”

“Well, we’ll see in a minute,” Dan Rich shrugged, putting his hat back on as Tanya’s theme faded, “because next up will be her opponent!”