Lita is shown in the lockerroom, stretching before her match with the women's title belt laying on the bench beside her. Brandon walks in, dressed for tonight's match.

Brandon: Yo, Lita, what's up?

Lita stands up. "Just stretching, getting ready for tonight's match. Apparently Trish hasn't learned her lesson yet. I'm looking forward to beating the hell out of her again tonight.

Brandon: I hear that. I got a little bone to pick with Triple H tonight too. So look, you and I both know we're in the ring with two people that don't really play by the rules.

Lita: That's a bit of an understatement.

Brandon brushes his hand over the bandage on his forehead. "Yeah well, I've got 32 stitches in my forehead here to keep me reminded. So tonight is about evening old scores for both of us.Trish has always been jealous of you. You were always the talented one, the one who beat everyone in the women's division that there was to beat. Me? I made the Game tap out. Of course he got a little win over me last week in a tag match with a cheap shot. I just want to make sure I don't have to worry about that this week."

Lita picks up the women's championship belt and lays it on her shoulder. "I'm the women's champion. I can handle Trish. You keep your eyes on the Game and let me worry about Trish Stratus."

Brandon smiles. "That's what I want to hear. Now, let's go take out the trash, shall we? And what do you say we grab some dinner after we get done kicking their asses?"

Lita: Sounds like a plan.

The two walk out of the lockeroom