*After her grip had been successfully established, Zetta felt an inexorable rush of energy swell inside of her- The tide had finally turned in her favor, and she knew she couldn't squander this golden opportunity that had been presented to her. Swiveling around to face the audience, she pointed her feet forward and began bending Tigresa's arm to try and yank it fully out of its socket, all the while hearing the audience collectively gasp from what they were witnessing!*
"Holy shit! Holy shit!" *With their attention captured by The Easterner's outstanding spectacle, Zetta devoted as much concentration as she possibly could while continuing to bend Tigresa's arm at a sharp angle; it wouldn't be long now before she either tapped from the unrelenting pressure, or the linchpin of her arm snapped from the superfluous level of stress she was applying to her foe's arm!*