Here comes Team Bestie

The cameras cut to backstage and to a shot of Trish Stratus backstage. The angle starting with a focus on Trish's leg wrapped in a pair of skintight and dark blue wrestling tights. Trish's leg is up on a production crate while she adjusts the laces of her boot and the angle zooms out to show her whole body, bent almost double and allowing a beautiful shot of the very open front of her black t-shirt which in turn gave the audience a face full of Trish's tanned cleavage pushed up to almost bursting point by the lacy black bra, the edges of which could just be seen peeking around the edge of the shirt she was wearing.

As Trish finished adjusting her boot she stood straight up and stretched one arm across her chest and then the other, the movement seeming designed to push up her tits even more to the point they seemed just inches from popping out. The ideas of this being a happy accident was pushed even further when Trish stopped stretching and started to jog on the spot, the motion making her bounce like a bounce castle before she stopped and finished her blonde hair over her shoulder.

back in the arena the commentary mics were still live and Jerry Lawler could be heard speaking to Mark Madden.

"Man there she is, getting ready for her match. The hottest thing to ever come out of Canada. But I have to say her stretching technique could use some work. Maybe I should go backstage and help?"

"Sit you're ass down King, you've already abandoned your duties once tonight." replied Madden.

A that moment however Lita walked into the shot, smiling broadly as she did so, her long red hair hanging down the back of her white tank top she was wearing above dark blue cargo pants that almost matched the shade of Trish's pants. High on her hips the straps of a pair of gold panties could be seen above her waistband.

"You ready to do this?" Lita asks as Trish turns to face her and smiles back.

"Hell yea. Let's go make those bitches pay." Trish replied, holding out both her fists for a fist bump that Lita returned.

"Not that we need it, but I got a little good luck charm on." said Lita as she hooks her thumbs into the straps of her golden panties on her waist and pulled them higher.

"Same bra and panties I wore for our bra and panties match. The first ever one where I stripped you down. Never been seen by the audience and I intend to keep it that way." Lita finished with a smile.

"That's...nice..." offered Trish with a confused look at her friend "Hopefully this match goes more like our tag team bra and panties match for me. you know, still dressed at the end."

Lita smirked again.

"Don't worry, I'll drag you through this match as well."

And with that Lita turned and walked towards the camera that rapidly panned backwards to keep her in shot. Trish fell into step behind her friend, rolling her eyes and the cameraman stepped around the two until he was behind them. In the arena the familiar giggle of Trish Stratus' music could be heard and the cameraman followed the two women until Lita pushed through the curtains of the backstage and disappeared out onto the stage, followed closely by Trish.