As she was forced to her feet, Tanya suddenly wrenched her wrist free from Fiona’s grip and followed up with a sharp elbow strike straight into her throat.

“Oh!” Dan Rich flinched, he and the others still standing. “A cheap shot by Tanya!”

“And the official is not letting it go,” Rhonda added as the referee leaned over the top rope, shouting a warning at Tanya. Another illegal hit like that and he would call the match. Fiona’s fans erupted in boos, thumbs turned down in disapproval as Tanya dismissed the referee with a sneer and a wave of her hand. Circling around behind Fiona, Tanya seized her by the shoulders and shoved her forward, sending her stumbling wildly toward the side of the ring - Fiona narrowly missing the ring post. Tanya was right on Fiona’s heels, grabbing her again just as she came to a stop and viciously flinging her to the floor right in front of the commentary table.

“And now Tanya and Fiona are right here in front of us,” Dan Rich announced, “Tanya throwing Fiona to the floor - and now she’s-…”

With Fiona down and at her mercy - or rather lack thereof - Tanya turned toward the ring and crouched down on one knee, lifting the apron skirt with her left hand. The crowd buzzed in anticipation as she reached underneath, rummaging around for a moment before her eyes lit up. A second later Tanya pulled out a solid black steel chair and stood up, holding it high above her head with both hands, drawing a loud, roaring cheer from the arena. Tanya smiled coldly as she slowly turned her attention back to Fiona, taking deliberate steps toward her rising opponent.

“And Fiona is about to get a real lesson in pain,”
Brent said as Tanya raised the chair for the first strike.