It's Lita

As Torrie entered the pool, she, Trish and Stacy all started a energetic water fight throwing water back and forth and very quickly all three of them were drenched through. The crowd cheered and even the opponents all looked like they were having fun. But that was all put to an end when Lita’s music hit the arena. The cheers of the crowd died off and and the women in the pool stopped their frolicking and turned to watch as the woman’s champion waled out onto the stage. Lita was wearing a black evening gown that was similar to Trish’s but with a much lower cut neck that showered off a lot more cleavage, and a scowl on her face as she stormed down the ramp with a microphone in her hand and the championship belt on her waist. Lita had been furious when she had heard the stipulation that she was being asked to defend her title belt in and had missed no opportunity to bitch and moan about how stupid it was, an attitude that had finally gotten her into trouble when, on the Raw before the show had old her that either she forfeit her title or she pull on her gown and wrestle the match.

As she stalked down the ramp Lita spoke loudly into her mic.

“Cut my music. All you people here make me sick. Here I am, week after week, trying to put woman’s wrestling on the map, doing what I can t make you take us seriously and all you people want is a heaping of tits and ass.”

The audience started to boo a tirade they had hear before but Lita didn’t care.

“I mean what do I have to do to be taken seriously? And you women. I wouldn’t expect better from you Torrie, or Stacy. But Trish? I thought better of you.”