Alexa calls out the champion

A stage hand hurried over to the ringside and handed Alexa a microphone which she snatched out of his hand with a scowl and stormed back into the middle of the ring. Alexa kept one hand plastered across her chest trying to cover her exposed cleavage, still being pushed up in her blue bra and glistening with sweat as she stood in a position to face the hard camera and raised the mic to her mouth. Alexa’s snarl turned to a sneer as she looked to the side of the ring and saw Gigi, still curled into a ball but now furiously beating her fist off the mats in anger as tears ran down her cheeks and dripped onto the floor. Stood above Gigi, Liv was still cackling to herself and pointing for the cameras to focus on Dolin’s fat arse, her usually pale skin now splotched and red from her spanking. Each woman was shown in HD on one of the three massive arena screens.

“So Chelsea…” started Alexa, panting slightly as she caught her breath. “You say that women here in AHW need to earn a chance at the title? Well how’s that for earning a spot? First woman to win a match on the new weekly AHW, First woman to win a spanking match in AHW and winning my debut match.”

“Well she didn’t exactly do it on her own” said Madden

“Shut up Mark, she’s the goddess, she didn’t need help she just took advantage of it.” Replied King

The crowd were still cheering for Alexa Bliss as she spoke and it was clear that they liked the idea of seeing more of her regardless of how she won her matches.

“You say that no one can challenge the champion, well that sounds like an easy way for Jade Cargill to dodge matches to me” Alexa continued. “But you did say that the champion can challenge anyone right? Well maybe Jade, that big steroid riddled bitch would like to show all these losers what sort of a champion she is and she can make the challenge herself.”

The crowd’s cheers audibly dropped in volume as Alexa spoke with new, very loud boos joining the cacophony.

“Or If Jade wants to just run scared from me, then maybe I’ll just have to keep winning matches, humiliating losers like that cellulite slut out there and I’ll make the woman in charge pay attention to me. She can make any match? Then she had better…”

But Alexa’s rant was cut short as Jade Cargill’s music burst through the arena sound system. The crowd burst as well, exploding into cheers as Cargill herself stormed out onto the stage, the very epitome of a storm with her silver hair flowing behind her and a look of fury on her face. She was not dressed to wrestle, wearing a simple white tank top that showed off all of her rippling muscles in her arms as well as tight black leggings. She was also wearing the purple and silver AHW title around her waist and and it seemed to literally shine in the dancing arena lights. As Jade stormed down to the ring Liv Morgan made sure to give her a wide birth as she passed, Jade not even paying her a second of attention and the fans got another beautiful angle of Gigi’s welted backside wobbling as she desperately crawled out of Jade’s way.

“Alexa may have stuck her foot in it now King!” shouted Mark madden as Jade stormed past.

“I can’t help but realise not many people get to finish their promos in this company” said Lawler.

Alexa Bliss had dropped her microphone in the ring and was stood, covering her chest with both arms but looking like she was ready for the oncoming fight… right until Jade slid into the ring. As soon as she did Alexa bolted, sliding under the bottom ropes on the opposite side of the ring and sprinting around the ring to avoid Jade, her breasts bouncing in her bra as she ran. Alexa didn’t stop running until she was up at the top of the ramp again at which point she turned to see Jade was not following but was still in the ring. If looks could kill then Alexa would have been a dead woman but as it was she just smirked to herself as she stood and watched Jade pacing back and forth and gesturing for Alexa to come back and get back in the ring.

“We’ll do this on my time bitch!” Alexa called down the ramp before slowly walking away and back behind the curtains.