Elina Zamora staggered forward, one arm wrapped tight around her head, sweat and a thin stream of blood poured down her face, the fire in her eyes however burning through the lingering pain. Grimacing through the pounding ache in her own head, Raven stepped forward aggressively, swinging a brutal right-armed clothesline meant to take Elina’s head off. Elina ducked underneath the strike, peeling around behind Raven and dragging her down sharply with an acrobatic crucifix takedown that drew cheers of approval from the crowd at the flashy move. There were no pinfalls in this fight, the move less about victory and more about forcing Raven into a compromised position. 

“And now a takedown by Elina after a dodge.”

The second Raven’s shoulders hit the mat, Elina released her and sprang back to her feet. Elina dashed to the north side ropes, hitting them at full speed and coming off like a missile straight toward her opponent. Raven had barely started to rise when Elina drove a vicious soccer kick into the side of her head, the fierce impact echoing through the arena as Raven was toppled sideways in a heap, Elina’s fans roaring in approval. 

“And a hard kick to the skull of Raven by Elina off the ropes!” Dan Rich yelled. “That’s gotta have Raven seeing stars.”

Elina exploded into motion again, taking off around the ring in a blur as fans rose to their feet in anticipation. Elina hit the west ropes, then the south ropes, then the north again, ricocheting around the squared circle like a human pinball while Raven struggled to come to a stand again. She stumbled into an half crouch, arms half-raised, but Elina closed the distance. With one final burst - fighting through the pain - Elina leapt forward, hooked Raven’s head, and drove her face-first into the canvas with a devastating [u][url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KaKx_I5V718]facebuster.[/url][/u] The arena detonated into deafening cheers, boos, and a cacophony of other sounds as Elina and Raven lay sprawled motionless on the mat.

“Elina Zamora just zigzagged around the ring and dropped Raven Veyn like a sack of potatoes,” Dan Rich shouted as he, Rhonda, and Brent stood up from their seats, “Raven is down but so is Elina as is Fiona, who will get up first [i]and will any of them make it to the top of the cage?[/i]”