Lita’s speed beats Tiffy strength

As soon as the bell rings both Lita and Stratton race towards each other, quickly locking up in a classic collar and elbow tie up and grappling for position. Lita was by far the more experienced wrestler in the ring but but very quickly it became apparent that Tiffany had the strength advantage as Lita tried her best to push Tiffy back but barely managed to move her before Tiffy pushed back forcing Lita back one step, then another and another. The red head strained against the muscles of her younger opponent but it was clear that she was not going to win this match up by **** alone. Changing tact, Lita ducked low and released her grip on Stratton in order to slip around behind her and grab a rear waist lock. Stratton swung her elbows back, aiming at Lita's head but the Queen of **** ducked both left and right. In doing so however she lost some of her grip and Tiffany managed to spin around and lock in a front facelock, attempting to grind Lita down towards the mat. Again Lita's veteran instincts kicked in however and she **** her shoulder into Tiffany's gut, using all her **** now to push her backwards until both women hit the ropes before pivoting and launching Tiffany back across the ring and freeing herself. Tiffany sprinted across the ring, turning to bounce off the opposite ropes before coming back at Lita, aiming a clothesline at her opponent but Lita ducked and grabbed her rear wait lock again.

This time, before Tiffany could react Lita lifted her up into the air, no small feat as Lita was usually known for her agility as opposed to her brute strength but up Tiffy went, kicking her legs out in front of her before Lita brought her back down, arse first onto her knee with a big atomic drop. Tiffany let out a scream, more of shock than pain, and hopped back into the air as if she bouncing with her big tits jerking dangerously in her tiny top before she landed awkwardly and staggered a few steps before dropping to her knees and scooting away, clutching both hands over her muscular backside and glaring back at Lita as the crowd laughed uproariously. Lita gave Tiffany a smug grin as the blonde regrouped, her earlier confidence being bolstered by winning this opening exchange.

To her credit, Stratton did not let her anger get the better of her and after checking her boobs were still safe from view she advanced on Lita again, looking for another lock up but as she closed in Lita lashed out with a kick that smacked hard onto Tiffany's thigh. Tiffy let out a snarl of pain before taking another kick from Lita who was now trying to keep her distance. But Stratton could be deceptively fast for all her strength and suddenly rushed in at Lita, fingers grasping for her top. Lita managed to fend off Straton's attempted grab but Tiffy was then close enough to wrap her arms around Lita's waist, lifting her in a bear hug and squeezing Lita while looking perhaps for a belly to belly suplex.

Lita however managed to bring her arm up and then down hard, her elbow cracking into the blonde's head with enough **** for Tiffy to let out another cry of pain and let go of Lita as who dropped back to her feet and then quickly grabbed the off balance Stratton by the hair and then flipped her over and onto her back with a snapmare. Tiffany sat up quickly but Lita was already bouncing off the ropes and sprinting back at her only to deliver a basement dropkick straight to Tiffy's face.

"NO! Watch out for her face! You can't afford to fix that Lita!" Cried The King from the commentary desk.

Tiffy snapped backwards onto the mat and and quickly rolled from the ring under the bottom rope to land on her knees outside the ring clutching her nose while giving the fans a great view of her arse, her shorts purposely made so that the seam went right up between her cheeks to emphasis the curve of her buttocks. Lita strutted casually to the side of the ring, leaning on the top rope to look down on Tiffany with a smirk and flashing her Team **** hand gesture as Stratton looked up at her with a furious glare while checking to make sure he nose hasn't been bust open by Lita's dropkick. Fortunately for Tiffy her face was still intact, though Lita had plans to change that as she ran across the ring and bounced off the ropes to sprint back at Tiffany and launched herself out the ring, through the ropes like a missile.

And miss she did as Tiffany dodged to the side at the last second. Already airborne, Lita had no chance to change her trajectory and after a short flight she collided with the barriers outside the ring.