Agh!” Tanya’s hoarse cry of pain rose above the crowd.

“Look at this!” Dan Rich pointed. “Tanya’s now trapped beneath the table and—”

“Fiona has Tanya’s leg wedged against the underside of the table and is using her own body weight to apply added pressure!” Rhonda finished, her eyes wide.

“Well, this is perfectly legal,” Brent acknowledged. “Fiona could actually make Tanya tap here!”

Tanya’s shrill moans came in short bursts as she twisted beneath the table trapping her. Fiona’s fans yelled at her to not let up and force Tanya to submit, Tanya’s fans meanwhile shouted for her to escape and take the fight back to Fiona. Eyes full of determination and desperation, Tanya clawed with her left arm toward the ropes to her left. The table - and, of course, Fiona - rocking on top of her only added to the sapping pain and discomfort.

“Tanya is fighting to reach the bottom rope, but this is an extreme rules match.” Dan Rich shook his head. “Grabbing the ropes will not force a break.”

“I think she’s just reaching for some leverage to help her get free of this submission attempt,” Rhonda replied.

“Every second Tanya spends in this punishing position the match is slipping further away - it may already be too late,” Brent said.

After several failed grabs Tanya finally caught a hold of the bottom rope. With a secure grip, she used every ounce of strength she had to drag herself along against the mat - fighting against the pain. Every muscle in Tanya’s arm strained under the effort. With a final laborious pull, Tanya freed her leg from Fiona’s grasp, her boot slipping under the table, a loud gasp of relief tearing from between Tanya’s lips despite herself.

“And Tanya got her leg free, she escaped a forced tapout!”

“Yeah, but I think that may be it for Tanya,” Rhonda commented. 

“You know her leg is throbbing right now after enduring that. I doubt she can even stand.”

Tanya flopped to her side in a heap, her body draped awkwardly with her lower half still caught beneath the table. Her expression was contorted in unmistakable agony, her jaw clenched tight and her face soaked in sweat. Anyone could see that Fiona may have just secured this match with her table trick. Tanya’s attempt at a match-ending show of brutality had backfired on her horribly.