Bliss releases her pent-up anger on the Boss.

Alexa raises her left foot up and callously steps on Sasha's lower back. The crafty, conniving blonde grabs onto the top rope for stability before lifting her right leg and shoving the sole of her black, shin-high boots against the back of Banks' skull. Still holding the top rope, ALexa lifts her right foot up and slams it down, ruthlessly slaming Sasha's face against the gritty canvas, stomping the back of her head. The crowd once again voices their disapproval, showering Five Feet of Fury with boos as the wicked blonde repeatedly stomps Sasha's head into the mat. Miss Bliss doesn't relent until Banks is laying in a semi-conscious heap.

Alexa pushes away the referee as soon as he tries to check on Sasha. "She's fine!" Bliss snarls before grabbing Sasha's wrists and pullinh her back into the center of the ring. Alexa takes a half-step back, extending her right leg back before brutally punting Banks, driving the toe of her boot into Sasha's ribcage. Sasha flops onto her back, nursing her wounded ribs and yelping in pain. Alexa leans down and antoganizes Banks by mockingly wiping tears out of her eyes and fake crying "Boohoo! Hahaha!" Alexa cackles and, showing no mercy, leaps up. While in mid-air, Bliss bends her knees, dropping her knees straight down onto Sasha's already sore ribs. As soon as Alexa's knees collide with Sasha, Bliss tucks her head and rolls forward, flipping onto her feet before performing a back handspring, flipping backwards. Just before she lands, Bliss once again slams her knees into Sasha's ribcage, crushing the Boss into the canvas with one of her signature moves, the aptly named "Insult to Injury".

Alexa kneels beside Banks and once again taunts her by mock crying, "Ohhh... boohoo! Waaah waah! What's wrong, Baby Banks! I know! You need a diaper. I guess we shouldn'twait any longer." Bliss smirks and drapes her body over Banks pinning her to the mat. The referee swoops down, "One... Two... NO!" Banks kicks both of her legs out, breaking the count. Alexa was so sure she would win, she didn't even bother hooking her legs.

"IT'S ONE, TWO, THREE! IT'S NOT THAT DIFFICULT!" Alexa squeals, glaring at the ref. Bliss reaches down, grabbing a fistful of purple hair, and yanks Sasha to her feet. Alexa pulls Sasha's head up in order to look her rival in the face. "Sasha, hunny, just so you know, every time you kick out I'm going to strip off another layer of trashy clothing. At this rate, I would just quit before things get too embarrassing." Bliss sneers and drives her kneecap into Banks' abdomen.

The Boss instantly folds over, the wind driven out of her diaphragm. Bliss leaps up, hopping onto Sasha's back, and wraps her legs around her rival's torso. Alexa flips forward, whipping Sasha around and driving the back of her skull into the canvas with a brutal sunset flip powerbomb. Alexa keeps her arms wrapped around Sasha's gut and leans forward, pinning down the Boss' shoulders. The referee once again slides down and counts, "One... Two... NO!"

The crowd cheers as Sasha, once again, kicks out, lifting her shoulder just in time. Alexa is fuming, her face begining to grow red. "REF!" The blonde Goddess screams, "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?! THREE!! ONE, TWO, THREE!!!" Bliss snarls, standing up and stomping her foot in frustration.

Alexa reaches down and hauls Sasha up by her hair, tugging at her roots. The Boss drunkenly stumbles onto unsteady feet, wincing as the Goddess wraps her arm around Sasha's throat, trapping her in a front facelock. "That's it! I'm done playing games, Sasha! Stay down!!!" Bliss screams before jumping up and falling on her back, spiking the crown of Sasha's skull into the canvas with her signature DDT!

Sasha's body lifelessly crumbles on impact, her twitching limbs sliding out from under her as her unfocused eyes blankly stare up at the overhead arena spotlights. Alexa, wanting to add one last stroke to this masterpiece of a demolition, makes her way toward the turnbuckle. Little Miss Bliss cruelly steps on Sasha's injuted ribs as she walks to the corner, sending a sharp pain running through her rival's body.

Alexa ascends the turnbuckle, taking a moment to pose before leaping up and artfully twisting her body before landing ontop of Sasha, crushing her rival into the canvas with her signature move, Twisted Bliss. As soon as she connects, Alexa rises to her knees and makes eye-contact with the ref. "Do NOT mess this count up! Do you understand me?!" Alexa points at the referee, "If you count slow one more time I WILL make sure that you NEVER referee another fight ever again! I will make sure you, and your trashy wife, and your trashy family will starve! Now, DO YOHR JOB AND COUNT TO THREE!" Alexa snaps her fingers at the referee before grabbing Sasha's legs and leaning back.

The referee, showing his immense patience and professionalism, drops down and counts. "One... Two... Thr... NO!!!" Alexa drops Sasha's legs and holds her hands up as if she won while the crowd bursts into cheers. The referee holds up two fingers at Alexa as Sasha slowly begins reaching for the ropes. Alexa's blue eyes widen and she holds up three fingers; she is in obvious denial. "No... it was three! It was three! IT WAS THREEEEE!! NO, NO, NO, NOOOOO!!!!" Alexa screams, tears of frustration building in her eyes.