Fiona's best opportunity to seize control of the match turned into a nightmare sequence, her whiffed attack leaving her disarmed and caught in Tanya's grasp, shoved into the corner and pinned there. She tried to pry Tanya's hand off her top to have a chance of escaping, but that left her vulnerable to a punch right into her cheek. Once she was dazed, the flurry of follow-up strikes easily bashed through her guard.

She sagged back into the corner by the time it was done, wobbling visibly with an unfocused look in her eyes, too stunned to make a getaway while Tanya taunted and played to the crowd. [i]Damn it... this is starting to go really bad...[/i]

Fiona's fans were crying out for her to attack as Tanya approached, or to flee or get a weapon or do [i]something[/i], but she was still overwhelmed by so many punches so quickly, her toughness not holding up. Tanya pulled her out of the corner by the arms, locking her in a secure grasp before hefting her up and over to slam down for a fisherman suplex. Another big hit to the back had Fiona in agony, but Tanya wasn't done. She hauled Fiona back up to her feet, putting her head back beneath her arm, and reaching between her legs again.

"Here we go again!" Brent shouted out with excitement.

This time Tanya wouldn't be denied, showing off her strength by lifting Fiona up into the air, rotating her while she was upside-down and then delivering a massive slam to her by dropping her back down to the mat, shaking the ring from the impact and setting her fans into a frenzy.

"Falcon Arrow!" Dan Rich declared. "That might just do it!"

Back to back slams including a cleanly executed finisher left Fiona devastated, but Tanya didn't go for the obvious pinfall chance, instead rising to stand and tower over her, content to smirk and gloat at the sight of Fiona writhing and moaning at her feet.

"Looks like Tanya wants to make a statement," Rhonda said evenly.

Tanya turned to leave Fiona downed in the middle of the ring, kicking away the kendo stick that had fallen nearby and sending it rolling beneath the rope and safely out of her opponent's reach. Tanya followed it out, dropping to ringside and searching beneath the apron again.

"I think she's just being thorough," Brent speculated. "No guarantee Fiona wouldn't have kicked out of that, considering the effort we've seen from her in past matches. And hey, I'm not gonna complain, she's putting on one hell of a show here at Fiona's expense."

Fiona might've been able to kick out, it was true, but it was also true that after a lot of back-and-forth, Tanya had finally taken an iron grip on the momentum of the match. Fiona tried to roll over and start getting up, but her limbs felt like they were made of lead, and her back ached with every movement. She tasted a bit of blood, but touching her fingers to her lips and her brow, nothing serious came away. [i]Where did she go?[/i] She wondered, panic creeping into her thoughts. [i]What's she planning?[/i]

For the moment, Fiona remained on her back in the ring, exhausted and battered, strands of dark hair strewn across her face. If she didn't dig deep and find a way to rally soon, she'd be staring down a third consecutive loss to Tanya, and an end to her title hopes.