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Lita gritted her teeth as she battled the other three women in the ring.
Her Women's championship was on the line here... She was fighting for her own dignity and good. She'd be damned if she allowed that bitch Trish win - what a joke it would be if the blonde woman represented the WWF as title-holder.
Likewise, Ivory would be a terrible rep as champion as well - the prudish, prissy old maid had no business with the belt, either. A person of her uptight nature was not the caliber of champion the company was looking for.
The final threat to her title, Jacqueline, was a respectable candidate. She and the tough African-American beauty certainly got along much better than they had a few months earlier - but nonetheless, Lita refused to let her come out on top of this. She vowed to herself that she would come out of this with the title - the title that was rightfully hers...
The redhead couldn't help the tiny smile that crossed her lips as Jackie dished out some punishment to Trish. The petite blonde was so high on herself, she probably hadn't counted on getting her ass handed to her by one of the other women. If there was one thing Lita had learned in this business, it did no good to underestimate your opponents. In any case, it felt good that she didn't have to do anything to Trish herself.
The match was going smoothly, and, in fact, a lot easier than Lita had expected or hoped. She made quick work of Jacqueline, once she was sure the tough diva had properly disposed of Trish.
Before too long, she was pretty sure Ivory was the only one she would have to worry about. The Right to Censor member would not back down easily. Somehow, the woman had it in her thick skull that everyone should follow her and her little group of goons - that they were right and good and that they represented what everyone should aspire to be.
Lita felt she would be damned if she allowed herself to fall privy to the uptight, prudish Ivory. In her eyes, someone like the RTC woman would be a horrible representative for the Women's championship. The title should be held by someone who would inspire everyone, whom people could look up to. And as far as Lita was concerned - according to everyone she'd spoken to, at least - that certain someone was her...
She delivered as devastating a Twist of Fate she could manage on the other woman, leaving Ivory lying on her back - a position in which she'd probably never found herself before - then pulled her closer to the corner and quickly removed her fluorescent yellow mesh T-shirt before climbing up the turnbuckles.
All of a sudden, she was pulled away, and hands she could instantly tell were not Ivory's were gripping her.
"What the-"
As she landed hard - the victim of a side-suplex - she suddenly realized, with crestfallen shock, who'd just attacked her... Who'd betrayed her...
It was Edge...