Does she ever!

Both women are down on the mat, Sasha from exhaustion and Alexa from the devastating blow. Banks and Bliss slowly stir, each woman rolling onto their chest in an attempt to push themselves upright. Alexa shakes her head, trying to regain her bearings and wearily plants her palms on the mat, pushing her torso up. Banks, having landed near the ropes, reaches up and grabs the middle cable, using it to aid her in pulling herself up. Sasha, with the help of the ropes, gets to her feet just seconds before her rival, allowing her to launch into an attack first.

Before Alexa knew what hit her, Sasha floors Alexa with a clothesline. Bliss hits the canvas and, knowing that once Sasha gets going, she's difficult to stop, immediately springs to her feet. Banks, yet again knocks Bliss back down with yet another flying clothesline. The Champion, ever resilient, rises up as soon as her back hits the canvas. Banks once again leaps into the air and Alexa, anticipating another clothesline, moves her head to the side. Banks, switching up her offense, kicks her feet out, nailing Alexa's breasts with a dropkick! This time Little Miss Bliss stays down, cradling her throbbing breasts and wincing in pain.

Banks, although still self-conscious about her top being ripped off, no longer covers her breasts. She knows that if she continues concentrating on her exposure, Alexa will capitalize and win. If she does, Sasha eill have much more to worry about than her bra. So, with a determined growl, Sasha shifts her focus completely on the task at hand -- defeating the little blonde brat and showing everyone why she is the Boss!

Sasha grabs Alexa by the wrist, pulling her up to her feet, and whips her into the corner! Alexa, wanting to prevent anymore damage to her already throbbing chest, twists around at the last possible second, causing her back to slam into the thinly-padded steel buckles. Bliss arches her back and cries in pain as her shoulders ricochet off the corner buckles. Sasha sprints at Alexa and, once she's within striking distance, leaps up and lands another missle dropkick. Once again the soles of Sasha's boots drill into Alexa's breasts. Bliss let's out a howl of pain as Sasha's boots crush her breasts against her chest.

Banks rolls backwards, seamlessly rolling onto her feet, her eyes glued on her blonde rival. Bliss, unable to remain standing, collapses flat on her bubbly ass, resting the back of her head against the bottom turnbuckle pad. The Boss sprints across the ring and leaps in the air, plowing her knees into Alexa's face. Bliss instantly falls on her side, knocked into a daze. Banks grabs Bliss' ankle and pulls her into the center of the ring, intending to pin her. But the moment she looks down at Bliss, she once again notices her own caramel-colored, sweat-soaked tits staring back at her, reminding her of Alexa's cruel, uncalled for actions. This was not a bra and panties match. There was no need for Bliss to strip her. The devious blonde was obviously adding insult to injurry. Alexa had made her intentions clear the moment she ripped off Sasha's top. Alexa was going to attempt to **** and humiliate her.

Sasha had a choice to make. She could either pin Alexa now and more than likely get the three count, or she could return the favor from earlier and relieve Alexa of an article of clothing as well, forcing Five Feet of Fury to wrestle the rest of the match in a state of undress. Banks raises an eyebrow, weighing her options.