Lita left the dressing room knowing she could watch the fights up until Jesse’s fight was done and then Diarmid would be going with Jesse. She felt nauseous.
There was part of her which wanted to rage against the world. Scream, cry, and fight to keep her posting on team three and not be benched from any field work, including testing her devices. However, she knew they were right. There wasn’t a single thing wrong with what any of the women in the room had said. She had only herself to blame.
How many times had she extolled the virtues of being part of a team and having an incredible support system to anyone who would listen? Yet, she had been purposefully dishonest because she was afraid of this very outcome. Now, she was in a predicament of her own making with results she could blame on
