Fiona knew her risk wasn't going to pay off once Tanya started fighting her on even terms atop the turnbuckle, but she struggled against it anyway, trying to find a stunning finish to the match to leave the crowd speechless. She got a highlight-worthy moment, but not the one she'd hoped for, going back-first through the table and ending up laid out atop wooden wreckage.

The match would've been over right then and there if Tanya had managed to come down on top of Fiona rather than beside her, but instead they shared the impact and both ended up devastated by it. Fiona was doing plenty of moving next the nearly-motionless Tanya, but it was all writhing in agony, the pain coursing through her back worse than any match she'd had thus far in her career. She kicked and stomped the mat, eyes watering, breaths coming to her in quick, high-pitched gasps.

"Three!... Four!..."

"I think we may be headed for a no contest here, guys," Rhonda pointed out. "Both of these women look finished to me, that was one [i]hell[/i] of an impact."

Chair strikes, body slams, and now a fall through a table from the top rope... [i]I don't think I can get up. It's too much.[/i] Fan support helped Fiona push to her limits, and they were going nuts now, willing her to get up and finish off her rival. Her fans wanted to believe she was still on her last legs, that she could keep fighting, but at this point Fiona didn't think she could get her last legs beneath her.

"Five!... Six!..."

Maybe she didn't need to. Tanya was [i]right there[/i], barely moving at all. Fiona didn't have the strength to lock in a submission hold on the leg, but if she could just get on top of her, she could at least go for a pinfall attempt.

"Seven!... Eight!..."

Fiona forced herself up onto one elbow, her back crying out in protest and nearly forcing her back down, but she braced herself with a hand, gritting her and pushing against the mat with her feet. Sliding through the table wreckage, she reached Tanya, pushing her face sideways against the mat and pinning her down across the upper chest with her forearm. She couldn't get either of her rival's legs up, she just had to hope it would be enough.

"Fiona stops the count!" Dan Rich called out, the entire crowd on their feet to see. "She's going for the cover!"

The referee dropped to the mat, smacking the surface with an open palm, bouncing wood splinters off the surface.

"One! Two!..."