Only through dirty tactics

Starting to get a little **** Lita realised that she would have to change up her tactics if she was going to get back into the fight. It made her ashamed to admit that Stacy had gotten the better of her in the opening exchanges but that was not a patch on how she would feel if she lost the match. Clutching her stomach slightly Lita tried to make herself look like something other than her pride was injured. It wasn’t a very good feint but in the heat of the moment Stacy fell for it, making to attack Lita and stay in control of the match while she had it. Instead she fell into Lita’s trap, getting close and allowing Lita to make her move, quickly reaching up and raking Stacy’s eyes.

Stacy stumbled backwards, letting out a yell of pain and grabbing for her eyes. Lita went straight to the attack, striking out with a kick to Stacy’s gut which doubled over the temporarily blinded diva and in a quick movement Lita grabber her head and span around, dropping Stacy with a quick neckbreaker. Leaving her opponent, no chance to recover Lita clambered onto Stacy and started to pound a few fists down onto her face as she still tried to clear her eyes. Stacy tried to move, to squirm away from Lita’s **** and managed to start to slip away from her opponent until Lita stood and gave her several sharp kicks to the guts. Stacy curled into a ball as she tried to defend herself and Lita backed off slightly, having taken even herself aback with the ferocity of her stack. The crowd had started to boo her when she employed her underhanded tactic and the boos had only increased as her attack had continued.

Lita looked around at the crowd, angry that they had dared to boo her when they had no idea what it took to win a wrestling match. In her frustration she bent down and grabbed the back of Stacy’s head, rubbing her face off the mat and insulting her while looking around at the crowd, clearly sending a message to them that she didn’t care what they thought.

With a smug smirk Lita raised Stacy off the mat by the hair, almost having to hold her up as her long legs were like jelly and hardly seeming to support her weight. Then Lita hooked Stacy’s head under her arm, looking for the Twist of Fate.