In my last desperate attempt to salvage this match for myself, if I am going to go down, I will go down fighting! I slam Wanda's face hard into the post outside the ring by tossing her by her hair. Her man doesn't look so confident or cocky now, and takes on a once again worried appearance. I am going to consider the thong a loss for now, and won't let myself get distracted by it despite him waving it in the air again. Bending down, I pick Wanda up by her hair, then grab the back of her thong bottom that was pulled aside and wedgie it hard trying to rip it as I roll her back up into the ring almost deadweight.