Alexa Bliss

Bayley was furious with Alexa Bliss. The leader of Damage CTRL had been in a match last week with the five foot blonde and Alexa's actions had her yearning for ****. While Bayley had won the match with a handy Rose Plant, Alexa had embarrassed her in another way. During the match Alexa had grabbed the back of shorts and exposed the top of her black thong to the crowd.

She couldn't check social media for days as shots of her ass and panties filled her time line. She didn't care that Alexa had played it as an accident and shown genuine remorse. Bayley was hellbent on returning the favour, she was going to expose Alexa to the crowd. Stood in the ring wearing her all-white gear, she limbered up ready for ****.

Alexa appeared at the top of the entrance ramp, microphone in hand. Bayley could see that she wasn't in her usual wrestling gear. No, Alexa was stood in a pair of leather-look yoga pants and one of her branded t-shirts, a fake smile plastered across her face. "Hello Bayley, I'm so sorry for last week. I totally get why you're angry at me but I got wind of your plans and got our match cancelled." Her tone shifted slightly. "So you won't be able to show off my perfect ass after all, maybe you'll just have to get yours out again for the happy crowds. I'm sure they'll be thrilled."

Before Bayley can even grab a microphone to respond, Alexa drops her mic and heads backstage.