And she is desperate to get Trish into the match.

As Lita lays writing on the mat and clutching her stomach Tiffy stood over her and placed a condescending boot on her chest, flattening her tits under her sole as she looked over to Trish in the corner and waved as Stratus snarled but could do nothing but watch on.

"What's the matter Trashy Trish? You want in the match? Don't like seeing your friend being beaten down like a dog? Does it remind you of what Vince McMahon once made you do?" Taunted Stratton, her voice dripping with smugness.

"Tiffy taking some time to talk trash right now. May not be the smartest move there Jerry" Said Madden looking over at his commentary colleague.

"Not smart? What are you talking about Madden? This is great, the new girl on the block is gonna put the old dogs in their place and let them know they are doing it too!" Replied King with a laugh.

In the ring Tiffy had now bent down low over Lita, the tight white material of her shorts stretching taught across her full backside as she looked into the lens of the nearest camera and smiled knowingly as the screens of the area were filled with a zoom in on the canyon between her huge fake tits. Stratton leisurely moved her hands up to the low cut front of Lita's tank top and slowly she started to tear open the front. The thin material, saturated with sweat already parted easily with an audible tearing sound and Tiffany made sure to stretch out the motion, allowing the audience time to salivate as the top of Lita's own massive cleavage and the cups of her golden bra were revealed. Lita herself out up little resistance as the tear widened and more of her assets were revealed. Trish stood in her corner, pounding the turnbuckle padding and stomping her foot to try to rouse her partner, a rhythm that was taken up by the crowd who started clapping in time with her and the noise rose to a cacophony of pounding as the tear in Lita's shirt reached the bottom of her sternum. Whether it was the crowd, Trish or a combination of the two, Lita suddenly seemed to come to her senses. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs and realise what was happening as Stratton's eyes went wide in shock moments before Lita reached forward, grabbed Tiffy by her blonde locks and threw her own head forward and pulled the Buff Barbie's head down.

The headbutt was a cracking that made audience members wince and Stratton staggered backwards clutching at her face as she did and Lita rolled up to her knees, her hands grabbing for her open tank top. Tiffany must have realised she was losing the momentum as she tries to rush Lita, grabbing wildly for red hair but as she did so Lita got her feet under her and pushed up. The two women met at an awkward angle and Lita's head found it's way under Tiffy's jaw and Lita dropped back down to the mat, delivering a chinbreaker straight to Stratton who bounced up like a spring and flopped back onto her back.

Wildly aware that she had only a small window to get to her corner Lita rolled to her hands and knees and shuffled a foot or two, head toward the canvas and holding out her hand for Trish as she approached the corner, expecting a tag.

But it never came. Lita looked up from the mat to see Trish, still in the corner but her back turned, arms raised and now clapping along with the crowd, completely absorbed in the moment and having lost track of what was happening in the ring.

"TRISH!" Lita wailed at her friends back, arm still outstretched and within reach of her partner.

Trish heard her and span around, seeing the hand reaching for the tag. Looking embarrassed Trish bent over the top rope and reached out her hand but just a she was about to slap Lita's palm it was dragged away. Mandy had entered the ring again and sprinted across to Lita, boobs bouncing the whole way and she had grabbed Lita's leg to pull her away from the corner and back out of reach of Trish.