“And here we go,” Rhonda said. “Fiona is stepping outside of her usual wheelhouse and setting Tanya up for a suplex off the turnbuckle [i]right through the table[/i]!”

Fiona secured her hold on Tanya with no resistance. The energy in the arena crackled like a live wire as thousands of fans screamed in anticipation of the high-risk move. Chants broke out in waves, urging Fiona to take the leap and seize her spot in the next round of the tournament in spectacular fashion. Cameras flashed ringside as reporters scurried about to get the best shots of the pivotal moment. Posters and banners waved overhead. Every eye was locked on the pair atop the turnbuckle.

“This is it!” Rhonda said, raising both arms high.

“Wait - look!” Dan Rich yelled, pointing furiously as Tanya suddenly stirred. Her free arm whipped around, grabbing the back of Fiona’s top. At first Tanya twisted and jerked from side to side, trying to break free, then suddenly stopped. - Having clearly decided on a better course of action. With a savage bellow, Tanya pitched her whole body forward, throwing Fiona off balance and sending both women tumbling down onto the table. “Oh, my God!” Dan Rich and Rhonda shouted in unison, jumping up from their seats along with Brent. The impact was like the crack of a gun, the table splintering beneath Fiona and Tanya as shards of wood burst and metal pieces flew in every direction like shrapnel. Most of the fans leapt to their feet, many clutching their heads in disbelief. Fiona and Tanya now lay side by side amid the wreckage, the remains of the table scattered all around them. Tanya was near motionless, her face drawled up in pain, and Fiona looked little better.

“And this time it was Fiona who took the backfire in the face!” Dan Rich yelled as the official trotted across the ring. “Tanya threw her off-kilter at the last second, and [i]both[/i] were driven straight through the table!”

“Yeah, but that didn’t do Tanya any good either. Now the official has to start the ten count until someone moves,” Brent observed. “We may actually need paramedics in here, because that [i]shook the whole damn ring[/i].”

“And the count is on!” Rhonda shouted, her voice trembling with adrenaline as the referee’s hands went up for the first time.

“One!…”

[u][url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JWvsBW3RWgA]The capacity crowd in TD Garden was in a frenzy.[/url][/u] The fans on both sides of the matchup were , screaming themselves hoarse for their favorite to get up. The arena vibrated under the duel of chants, each side desperate to will their fighter back to her feet before the count reached ten.

“Two!…”