Bayley’s belongings

Bayley stepped into the shower, placing her towel on the hook next to the small booth. She was hot and sore after that match and a little pampering from hot, steamy water always helped her recovery.

She thought how she’d managed to take everyone’s attention off her ass so perfectly. Did she feel the tiniest bit bad for Alexa? Not really. She had it coming in Bayley’s eyes. And besides, it was hilarious to watch the once confident Goddess crumble so fast.

Stepping out the shower and into her towel she made her way through into the changing room, only her bag and all her clothes were now gone.

“Shit, Alexa where are my clothes,” she shouted out, spinning around to try and find them. Alexa then entered the room, twirling a clean sock on her hands, with that all-important camera crew in tow.

“I may have accidentally given all your clothes away to our fans,” she began, cackling with laughter. “You should see how wild they went over your panties Bayley, this sock is all I could keep hold of for you.”