Unfortunately for Fiona she underestimated Tanya. As she came flying off the rope, Tanya stepped in at just the proper angle and caught her right out of the air before she could follow through with the crossbody attempt. Instead of driving her opponent to the mat Fiona found herself trapped in Tanya’s powerful embrace.

“Oh, and Fiona’s caught now!” Dan Rich shouted as Tanya’s fans immediately drowned out Fiona’s. “Tanya just snatched her like a Venus fly trap!”

Keeping hold of her opponent Tanya pivoted, turning so her back was to the nearby turnbuckle. Without hesitation Tanya shifted her weight and dropped suddenly, slamming Fiona’s side down across her knee in one sharp motion. Fiona’s body jolted from the force against her ribs before she slipped free and crashed to the mat.

“And a knee drop by Tanya, and now…” Dan’s tone tightened as Tanya grabbed Fiona’s top with both hands and pulled her upright. With a fluid burst of strength Tanya lifted Fiona off her feet and then drove her down hard into a crushing sidewalk slam. 

“A sidewalk slam!” Brent slapped the announcement table, “Tanya now has the advantage.”

Tanya wasted no time, hastily grabbing hold of Fiona again, her face beet red. Tanya ducked low and draped Fiona across her shoulders into a fireman’s carry, the tension around the ring palpable. With wide eyes and a piercing shout Tanya spun Fiona around and dropped down hard and fast. Fiona crashed to the mat with a [i]thud[/i] as Tanya fell back on her backside.

“And now a [i]sit down slam[/i] by Tanya!”

“Fiona has taken a hard turn down Slam Street,” Brent said with a raised brow, “she better claw her way back now before Tanya pounds her into putty.”