By stripping Bliss of more than just her championship

"NOOOO!" Bliss screams in disbelief, hot tears welling up in her eyes as she lays face-down on the canvas. "NononoNO! This... this can't be happening," Alexa grabs her hair, pulling it in frustration before pounding her fists on the mat. The tears welling in her eyes begin to overflow, trickling down her face, leaving behind thin trails of ruined mascara.

Sasha took a moment to stare at her new Championship Title, taking a moment to soak in the applause from the crowd. But the bratty, whimpering cries from her rival brought her back to the task at hand. If she didn't act now, whole Alexa was still in shock from the loss, the conniving 5 foot blonde would certainly try to make a run for it and avoid her punishment.

With a victorious grin plastered on her face, Sasha gently puts down her Championship and silently stalks her wounded prey. Alexa, still face-down on the canvas, slowly rises to her hands and knees, unintentionally presenting her plump ass to Banks. Bliss' bottoms are still wedgied up her buttocks, giving everyone a decent view of her bubbly cheeks. Sasha had to stifle her giddy laughter as she approached her foe, bot wanting to give away her position.

"This isn't fair," Alexa mumbled to herself, shaking her head. "I was robbed. She... she cheated! This is a robbery, not a match! This is a travesty! I... I can't lose my title! This can't be happening! This is..." Alexa stops talking, a cold, spine-tingling chill overwhelming her. She feels something lightly tugging on her shorts. She slowly turns her head, looking back over her shoulder. What she sees drains all of the color from her face, turning her sun-kissed features pale. She sees Sasha Banks with her grubby little fingers hooked inside the waistband of her black and pink trunks. "No," Alexa breathlessly gasps, shaking her head.

"For once in your life, you're right, Lexi!" Sasha sneers down at her mortal enemy, "This IS a robbery. Now, hand over your slutty little booty shorts and nobody gets hurt." Sasha’s eyes sparkle mischievously as she uses both arms to yank Alexa's shorts down.

"NOOOHOOOO!!" Alexa screams, frantically crawling towards the ropes in an attempt to escape the ring and maintain her dignity. But everytime Bliss tried to scramble away, Sasha held on tight, making her shorts slide further away. "Leggo, leggo, LEGGOOOOOO!" Alexa shrieks, kicking her feet at Banks, doing anything she can to escape the ring and sprint to the safety of her locker room.

Sasha effortlessly avoided the blonde's kicking legs as she pulled back. Although avoiding Alexa's kicks was easy, yanking her shorts down was not. The material felt like it was glued to her frame and even getting the waistband to slide past her wide hips proved to be difficult. But, thanks to Alexa's frantic struggling and wiggling, Sasha was able to finally **** the band past her hips and began tugging the shorts over the large swell of her toned ass.

The skin-tight material of her shorts stretches and snaps, the elastic lycra straining to remain whole in Sasha's grip. The cold chill of fear runs down Bliss' spine once she feels the fabric slide halfway down her ass, revealing the upper half of her ass, merely covered by a black, lace-trimmed thong. Little Miss Bliss shrieked in horror, her face turning bright red as she felt the hot, overhead spotlights beam down on her sun-kissed cheeks. The crowd cheered in approval as the stitching on the skin-tight fabric began popping and unraveling.

Bliss' frantic screams pierce through the arena as the elastic of her shorts finally succumb to Sasha's grip and begins to tear, allowing The Boss to peel the lycra from Bliss' thick thighs and down her legs, not stopping until she stripped the shorts off completely. Alexa belts out a shrill, high-pitched scream as she scrambled to her feet, her cheeks blushing with humiliation. The 5 foot blonde's eyes darted from Sasha holding up the discarded shorts, down to crotch, which was merely covered by a black, lace-trimmed thong. Bliss shot her hands down, her left covering her groin while her right hand tried, and failed, to cover up her bubbly, tan, exposed ass cheeks.

"NOOOOOO!" Alexa squealed, aimlessly twisting her body, trying to turn her thong-cladd ass away from the audience. In her horrified, shocked state, Alexa couldn't think straight. She didn’t take into account that the ring was positioned in the center of the arena and the crowd's seats were literally surrounding the ring. No matter which direction Little Miss Bliss turned, she was giving lucky section of the crowd a great look at her ass. Bliss' tiny hand and even smaller thong barely concealed anything, leaving very little to the imagination.

Alexa also didn’t take into account the film crew surrounding the ring, pointing their HD lenses at the distraught blonde's booty, capturing her humiliation in high definition. Bliss didn't take that into account until she looked up at the larde jumbotron screen at the top of the ramp and saw her big, round butt on the screen, giving everyone in attendance a great view. Bliss once again let out a horrified scream and tried to scramble under the ropes. This time she was successful, actually sliding to the outside. Sasha, however, wasn’t far behind, quickly seizing Alexa by her hair.

"I don't think so," Banks growled as she hauled Alexa around the outskirts of the ring, "you're not going anywhere. At least, not until you receive your punishment!" Sasha, still holding a fistful of hair, uses her other hand to snatch up a steel folding chair from ringside. "NO! Please, Sasha, I'm begging you! Please don't hit me with the chair! Please! You could seriously injure me! You could end my career! PLEASE!" Alexa begs, crying out as Sasha tosses the chair in the ring before dragging Bliss back inside the ropes.

"Don't worry, Baby Bliss. I'm not going to hit you with the chair." Sasha simply unfolds the chair and sits down on it, causing Alexa to breathe a sigh of relief. "But," Sasha grins down at the haughty blonde, "I am going to end your career because after tonight, you won't show your bitchy little face in the WWE ever again!"

Alexa is so terrified about her exposure, she does6nt realize that The Boss is preparing the next step in her plan to humiliate her. Only once Banks gives her hair a sharp tug does Alexa realize that Sasha is trying to tug her down. "What are you do..ooooff!" Alexa's question is cut short by the vindictive Boss as she abruptly snatches her by the hair and drags the tiny blonde onto her lap.

"Let go of meeeeee!" The bratty blonde hisses, struggling to push herself away. "What do you think you're doing to me?!" Bliss squeals, her abdomen sliding against Sasha's lap.

"I'm doing what your parents should have done a long time ago! I'm giving you what you deserve. After I'm through, maybe you will have some respect for others and maybe you won't be such a conniving, arrogant, cheating brat!" Sasha snarled, her eyes glued to the perfect, sunkissed globes of Alexa's butt.

Sasha gives Alexa's body a slight readjustment, positioning her in the perfect position. Miss Bliss' thick, upper thighs and tight abdomen were positioned on top of Sasha's lap, her hands stretched forward, almost touching the canvas as her short legs helplessly dangled. Sasha placed a firm left hand on her rival's lower back, pressing it down, knowing she would try to flee once the fun started.

Sasha's right hand grabs the back waistband of Alexa's panties, giving them a sharp tug, cramming the black fabric even further into the crack of her ass, exposing even more of her round, bubbly cheeks. "Ouch! Enough with the wedgies!" Bliss whines, her face heating up to her ears.

"Just wait until I get a rematch. I don’t care if I have to go to SmackDown after this. I will run into you again when both brands have a pay-per-view, like Wrestlemania. I'm gonna make sure we fight again," Alexa mutters under her breath, her eyes staring at the canvas below, "as soon as I see you backstage, you're gonna be..." There's a sudden loud SMACK that fills up the sold out arena. Alexa's head snaps up and she takes a sharp intake of breath through her stretched open mouth. As soon as Little Miss Bliss' head flew up, she was greeted with the sight of her agonized face staring back at her on the massive jumbotron above the entrance ramp. She glared down at the cameraman standing directly infront of her at ringside. An intense, searing hot pain spreads across her right buttcheek, a pain that was typically dulled by a layer of clothing covering the area of impact, a pain so intense she couldn't help but cry out in anger and pain. "Ahhh! No, stop... please!"

Bliss turned her head around and saw Sasha smirking down at her, the ebony beauty's right hand raised high in the air. "HOW DARE YOU SPANK MY GORGEOUS BUTT! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO..." There's another ear-shattering SMACK that cuts through the air, followed by another sharp, searing pain, only this time the pain it's spreading across her left ass cheek.

"STOOOOP!" Alexa shrieked, reaching back and covering her stinging ass cheeks with her hands. With Alexa's hands preoccupied with covering her butt from further punishment, Sasha deftly pinches the back clasp of her rival's bra, causing the tightly tensioned ffabric to spring apart as the hooks are released from their loops, freeing Bliss' perky breasts, the bra sliding down her arms on its straps.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" The five foot blonde shrieks in horror as the fans cheer in excitement. Alexa instantly removes her hands from her ass and tries to cross her arms around her sagging bra, attempting to hug it against her breasts. But Sasha is too quick and effortlessly slings the undergarment out from under her, baring her tan, surgically-enhanced breasts to everyone in attendance and, even more horrifying, the camera men at ringside. Everyone in attendance and everyone watching at home, every set of unworthy eyes are now glued to her bare breasts.

"NOOOOOOO!" Five Feet of Fury cries out, furiously struggling underneath Banks as she gleefully tosses her rival's designer bra into the ravenous crowd. As the blonde screams in shock and wraps her arms around her exposed breasts, Sahsa begins tiptoeing her fingers down Alexa's spine. The distraught blonde is so preoccupied with covering her boobs, she doesn't even notice Sasha's fingers dancing down her back until it's too late.

Before Alexa's brain can even begin to process her current unclothed state, Banks sinks her fingers into the waistband of Bliss' thong and, once again, yanks up! The Wicked Witchbof the WWE belts out a high-pitched shriek that bounces through the massive arena as The Boss jerks her panties up. Alexa, keeping her left arm wrapped around both of her tits, reaches back with her right arm and tries to grab her wrist in an attempt to cease Sasha from lifting higher. But her attempts are futile and only result in her right arm comically flapping in the air.

"LEHGO, LEHGO, LEEEHGOOO!" Miss Bliss squeaks, kicking her dainty feet in the air. It seems as if Sasha actually took mercy on Alexa because not only did she stop hiking the panties up, she actually pulled them back down to their original position on her waist. Alexa's body relaxes once the material stops biting into her, but that relief mutates very quickly into mortification. The exact moment of change occurs once Alexa realizes Sahsa doesn’t stop the downward pull and continues tugging down her underwear, ripping them down until the waistband of Alexa's panties get caught on her ankles.

The tiny blonde feels something tug against her kicking feet, getting momentarily tangled in her boots before feeling the object get whisked away. Bliss slowly, timidly, turns her neck, looking over her shoulder. Her heart sinks down to the pit of her stomach and her face feels as if it has been lit on fire. "No," Alexa thinks to herself. "It... it can't be... my thong."

Alexa blinks in disbelief, unable to accept the truth. "No," she breathlessly whispers. "No..." her voice begins to rise. "NononoNOOOOO!" The blonde's voice rises to an all-out scream. "NO! WHY IS MY UNDERWEAR BALLED UP IN YOUR HAND! "NO.... NO...NONONONONO..." Bliss stutters, shaking her head in disbelief. As she looks up at the jumbotron her worst fear is confirmed. The screen is filled with the image of Alexa's naked, tan ass bent over Sasha's knees and her professionally-waxed pussy flirtatiousy winks out from between her narrow thigh gap. Alexa Bliss has been stripped naked in front of thousands of fans and every fold of intimate flesh is being recorded in high definition.