No, the Goddess is dethroned!

"N...UGHHH! NOOO!" Alexa cries out, her eyes opening wide in terror as Sasha yanks back on her chin. Bliss her arms to army crawl across the ring, slowly dragging her adomen, legs, and Sasha's body weight across the ring in a **** attempt to reach the ropes. The crowd comes unglued from their seats, cheering Banks on as The Boss cranks Alexa's head back.

The irony of Alexa army crawling across the ring causes Sasha to momentarily lose focus and laugh at her mortal foe, "Great job, Baby Bliss! You're learning to crawl!" Banks snickers as Alexa growls and screams, furiously pulling her body closer towards the ropes. The quip, of course, immediately gets under Alexa's skin and causes her to yell, "You won't be laughing when I strip your ugly ass na...AAAAIIEEEE!!"

Banks, realizing that Alexa's outstretched hand is merely inches away from the bottom rope, slightly adjusted her grip, moving her clasped hands up until her knuckles were pressing against Alexa's jaw and mouth before cranking on the pressure. As soon as Bliss felt Sasha pull back, the air quickly escaped from her lungs and her windpipes were blocked, preventing her from getting in full breaths. Miss Bliss is in a frenzied panic, clawing her black-painted fingernails into Sasha’s hands and kicking her feet against the canvas like a mad woman. The more Alexa squirmed and tried to get free, the more Sasha squeezed, bending Alexa's torso and neck backwards, forcing the blonde to stare at the overhead spotlights.

The agonizing, crushing pressure to her lower jaw was so intense, Alexa ceased her attempts to crawl the extra few inches necessary to grab the rope and instead opted to clutch at Sasha’s hands, trying to pry them away while desperately squirming to get free. Sadly, for the five-foot blonde, Alexa's frantic struggling does nothing to aid her in reaching the rope and instead only adds to her humiliation. Each furious wiggle and squirm from Bliss gives the cheering, horny crowd an unforgettable show as her luscious, sun-kissed thighs and tight ass jiggled. To make matters even worse, the more Sasha pulled back, the more Alexa's tits bounced and jiggled and the back-bending position caused her breasts to jut forward, pushing against the cups of her dainty black bra.

Sasha, having no regard for her opponent’s modesty, wrenches back harder, almost causing Bliss’ tits to pop out from her bra. "NUHH," Alexa protests, reaching her arm out, swiping it out in one last attempt to grab the elusive rope but finds nothing but thin air. With the mounting, agonizing pressure becoming too much to bear The Goddess gives a final, defeated scream. "AAAAAHHHH" Bliss cries out in pain before frantically tapping her right hand on the canvas, signalling her surrender. The audience explodes in a raucous cheer as the time keeper rings the bell.

Despite the bell ringing, Sasha doesn't let go. The Boss wanted to send a message to Bliss, and to the women in the back, that she was not to be trifled with. Sasha also wanted to make it crystal clear to everyone watching that she was better than Alexa by forcing Bliss to repeatedly tap her palm on the mat, over and over again. The defeated blonde even begins tapping Sasha’s locked hands with her left hand while continuing to slap the mat with her right, giving Sasha an indisputable, double-handed tap out.

The bell continues to ring and, not wanting to get disqualified, Banks finally released her debilitating submission hold, giving the back of Alexa's skull a spiteful shove, causing the defeated Goddess to fall face-first on the canvas. Banks collapses on her back, heaving from exertion as Jojo announces, "Here is your winner, and the NEW Raw Women's Champion, Sasha Banks!!" The crowd showers The Boss with cheers as the referee hands Sasha the Raw Women's Championship belt before hoisting her arm in victory.