But never mind that shit, It's time for Tiffany Stratton vs Lita

Back in the arena Tiffany Stratton's music had just started and the crowd were wild and ready for the match. Jade, Liv and Gigi had all left the ringside, leaving the ring ready for the match to begin and Tiffany was not going to make the audience wait. Striding out onto the stage Tiffany looked radiant as she posed for tall the audience to see, her long blonde hair falling down over her shoulders and to her tanned and toned stomach, her abs just visible. As Tiff flexed her muscular arms she smirked around at the audience, knowing just how good she looked. Her gear was a tiny, baby blue top that was hardly more than a bra to start with, bedazzled with darker blue stones across the cups and the trim of the top. Tiffy's shorts were the same baby blue with larger dark blue stones across the front in a flower pattern and shorts had attached garters which wrapped around the top of her thick thighs.

After having showed off enough for the audience Tiffany resumed her stride as she descended the ramp, the image of confidence as she rolled her eyes at the fans leaning over the barriers, looking for high fives or even just to touch the radiant beauty that was Tiffany Stratton.

"Oh King, this is going to be another one of those matches where your favorite woman is the one you want to lose!" said Madden as Tiffany marched down to the ring, her muscular backside flexing as with each step, clearly hungry as the back of her shorts were already being absorbed up into her crack.

"No doubt Mark, but I'm worried that Tiffany is just going to steam roll Lita in this one. Yea Lita is a veteran but look at the muscles on the Buff Barbie right there!"

"It' not all about strength King, There is speed as well as cunning and Lita has buckets of both." replied Madden

"And Lita's going to need those buckets with all the crying she's going to be doing once Tiffy humiliates her tonight." joked King.

Tiffany had reached the ring now and jumped up onto the apron and bent low under the top rope, her tits hanging under her as she slowly and leisurely went under the top rope before standing back inside the ring.

"Looks like you need a bucket too King, all the drooling you're doing" said Madden looking over at Jerry Lawler who's mouth was hanging wide open.

Inside the ring Tiffany leaned against the ropes, looking down into the lens of Cameraman Three's camera and blew a kiss to him as he zoomed in on her vast cleavage. Tiffany then went back to the corner and leaned casually as her music died, quickly being replaced by the deep, thumping beat of Lita's entrance theme. Where Tiffany's entrance had been slower with poses and flexing, Lita's was more frenetic. The red head ran out onto the stage and flicked her head back and forth, banging her head to her own music before throwing up her classic Team **** gestures and half running half skipping down to the ring where she slid straight under the bottom rope and then leaned back on her knees, continuing thrashing about to her own music as she popped up to her feet.

Tiffany was stood in the corner, watching Lita's movements with a mix of confusion and disgust on her face. She watched as Lita jumped up onto the top turnbuckle and struck a pose for the fans who were cheering hysterically for the Queen of ****. Tiffy adjusted her top slightly as she walked around the ring, not taking her eyes off of Lita as the red head jumped down off the corner and finally looked at Tiffany with a smirk. Lita exuded confidence now, looking like there was no way she could lose as Tiffany's earlier confidence seemed to have slipped slightly. But there was no time for second guessing as the referee signaled for the bell and the match begun.