Tanya’s eyes brimmed with rage, her face flushed as she pushed herself up to a shaky stand, letting a wince slip despite her effort to hide it. She resisted the urge to lean back against the ropes or grab at her left leg, knowing that the instant she left an opening Fiona would be on top of her again.

“And Tanya has a moment of respite but I doubt it’ll last very long…”

“Fiona is making a mistake right now,” Rhonda said, shaking her head. “All she’s doing is letting Tanya recover and [i]simmer[/i].”

“And once Tanya’s temper starts to boil over, that’s when she can [i]really[/i] be dangerous.” Brent added.

Tanya flexed her leg and stamped her foot a few times, trying to shake off the lingering pain. Her breathing steadied, but that dangerous fire in her eyes only burned hotter. Everyone was expecting Tanya to suddenly charge at Fiona or at least make a second slow approach, but she did neither. Instead staying right where she was near the southeast corner. She raised both hands and beckoned at Fiona, motioning for her to come and get her. Smirking, Tanya said something but her words were drowned out by the crowd.