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Lita groaned as Triple H regained the upper hand in the match. Jericho had done a number on him on the outside, throwing him into the steel ring steps and bashing him face-first into the barrier, all before the ten-count.
Y2J's advantage had continued back in the ring. The wisecracking blond man had delivered chops, turnbuckle shots, an enziguiri and a missle dropkick to The Game. However, when the Evolution leader had deliberately bumped into Trish and knocked her off the apron, the referee's back had been turned as he went to check on her... And that was when he delivered the low blow.
Lita was furious. She wanted in the worst way to run into the ring and help her opponents in any way possible. She didn't care about getting disqualified because she didn't care about this ridiculous match. But if she did anything, she would have to deal with Triple H and his wrath later on. She knew how annoying his rants were just from watching them from a TV monitor in the back. But it was even worse when you were on the receiving end of one of them. The man could just about bore a person to sleep with his endless tirades.
Well, one thing was certain... The redhead knew she had to do something. She couldn't allow her friend to be beaten anymore... And that was exactly what was happening. Rather than his usual high knee smash, facebuster, spinebuster and eventual pedigree, the leader of Evolution wasn't doing anything but punching and delivering chops to Jericho.
As soon as that thought entered her mind, Lita gasped in shock at what he did next. Shoving Y2J into his corner, he grabbed Trish's hand and slapped it against her boyfriend's shoulder in a blind tag. Much to her chagrin and shock, referee Earl Hebner was counting it and odering the little blonde to get into the ring, and for Jericho to leave.
Trish didn't cower back, but she continued to just stand there, looking terrified. Triple H backed away from her, laughing as he mocked her with a 'come here' gesture. Without even realizing it, the big bullying gorilla continued to ever-so-slowly back up, just close enough to his corner.
Lita reached far out as she stood on the bottom rope, smacking The Game on the back of the shoulder for a blind tag. His facial expression was quite displeased as he turned around to face her fully, and he shook his head as she ignored him and stepped into the ring.
Hebner rushed over and got in the pushy man's face, counting as he merely stood there. Triple H finally came back to reality, putting up his hands in surrender as he went out and into his corner. As he stood there, he gave Lita a dirty look, thinking that she had better not do anything stupid.
The redhead and the Canadian diva circled around the ring for a moment, gazed locked. They seemed to be reading one another's minds. Trish quickly cast a look over her shoulder at Jericho, who winked and offered her an 'okay' sign. There hadn't been time prior to the match to go over all of this with Lita. So, the blonde could only hope she would quickly catch on.
They locked up, and Lita murmured to the blonde, keeping her voice low enough so that her tag partner couldn't hear.
"Let's just go through the motions for two minutes... Then, hit me with the Stratusfaction."
Trish suddenly caught the redhead in a headlock.
"We've got it covered," the Canadian diva whispered through her long hair.
As Lita continued to 'struggle,' in the headlock, she 'attempted' to take the other woman down... But Trish still had the maneuver firmly in place as they flipped over onto the canvas. The reluctant redheaded member of Evolution heard Triple H shouting to her from the corner.
"C'mon, get up! Get out of it!"
She tried to ignore his ever-annoying voice, drown it out.
Lita powered out of the hold, sending Trish into the turnbuckles, then took her down with a hurricanrana. The blonde got back up in a flash, staggering around as her opponent grabbed her again.
Lita shouted, signaling for the Twist of Fate as she had the blonde diva in position. But before she could execute the move, Trish acted quickly, reversing it into what seemed at first glance to be another headlock. It swiftly became the Stratusfaction bulldog as she ran, bouncing off the ropes to plant the redhead face-first.
As her friend pinned her, Lita feared that Triple H would run in to break it up, but it never happened. As she sat up after the three-count, she realized that Chris Jericho had run over to the opposite corner and tripped The Game off the apron. He'd kept him on the arena floor with a few punches, and it had been sheer luck the referee hadn't noticed.
Lita watched as Trish and Jericho celebrated in the corner with a hug and kiss. The two exchanged glances with
her before leaving the ring. It was then that she noticed Triple H, holding his jaw, glaring at her from just
outside the ring. She swallowed hard, not caring what he thought but dreading whatever punishment he might dream
up for her.