Elina balanced herself carefully, the steel rattling beneath her form as she slowly turned her body outward, every movement carrying the weight of the brutal match. Thousands of fans screamed as she began climbing down the outside wall of the steel cage, one determined step at a time - her dark hair wrapped around her bloodstained face. Raven Veyn watched from inside the cage, expressionless as her eyes followed Elina all the way down to where her rival finally released her grip on the chain link and let herself tumble to the padded floor. 

“Elina made it!” Dan Rich yelled, his voice drowned out by the sound of thousands of elated fans. “Elina Zamora has made it through to the end and escaped the steel cage! [i]She is going to Las Vegas! She is going to Vegas!”[/i]

“It was looking like it was her and Fiona but Raven Veyn came in last minute and yanked Fiona down from Cloud Nine.” Rhonda said with a shake of her head.

“And now it’s down to the final two here still in the cage; former CSW women’s champion Raven Veyn and hopeful up-and-comer Fiona Chevalier…” Brent concluded.

Elina Zamora lay on her side in a heap in the ringside alley, too battered at the moment to even get up and celebrate. Fans nearby were clapping and cheering, one throwing a handful of confetti down onto her which stuck to her hair and bodysuit. For a moment time seemed to slow as all eyes were on the screens high up or down at Elina in person, including those of Raven Veyn and Fiona Chevalier.

“Elina Zamora has made it out of the steel cage and has secured one of the two spots in next week’s women’s championship match. And now it is a final clawing fight for survival between Raven Veyn and Fiona Chevalier, which one will be in that other corner at Caesar’s Palace next week?”