It wasn't quite like when they faced off the previous month, as the Texan venue then had practically been a home match for Elina. Still, she had fans everywhere she went, and a lot more experience strutting with the spotlight on her. Plenty of the Chicago crowd wanted to see Elina in the finale, to get her one-on-one rematch against Raven, and for that to happen, Fiona had to stay trapped in the steel cage. Fiona had to hope her rival's reason would win out over her pride, and go along with what she'd suggested in the parking lot.

Elina made her way up onto the apron, leveling her hands out at Fiona in the shape of her finger gun, the same way she did last time, but when the time came for the shots to be fired, she snapped her hands up and then lowered them down to her sides. Fiona didn't react visibly, but she had no idea what to make of it. [i]Is she trying to say she's with me? Or is she just trying to get me to lower my guard once the bell rings?[/i]

She vaulted into the ring to join Fiona, though she paid her younger opponent no further attention, basking in the audience's affection while she still had some time left to do so.

Fiona tried to stay loose in her corner, stretching and jumping and mentally running through all the things she'd practiced over the last few days. The anticipation began to build for the arrival of the third and final competitor, the woman who forced none other than Isabella Cadiz to tap out last week. [i]If we work together, we can take her, I know we can. Have to believe this can work...[/i]