Alexa’s smile disappears

Torrie begins to fumble with the unhooked button of her jeans, struggling to regain her composure from being exposed in her skimpy white thong in front millions of people, having thought the days of this happening in the WWE were long over. She gets annoyed enough to stop, with having no real threat of her pants falling due to their tight fitting nature, she hears a loud laugh. It’s Alexa, sitting in her chair still as she had been throughout Torrie’s entire ordeal. Torrie looks up from her unfastened button, and stares directly towards the source of the laughter, Ms Bliss.

“Well, well Torrie I guess old habits die hard don’t they? You and that talentless friend of yours Stacy Keibler spent most of your ‘wrestling’ careers how you just were, in your underwear. By the way, hope it wasn’t a thong you have on, that’s a big no-no for Vince in this era.” Alexa laughed again, looking away from Torrie, a bad mistake.

As Alexa looks to her side to pander to the crowd, Torrie lounges forward at her, with a forearm straight to the bridge of the nose. Alexa immediately fell backwards in her chair, smashing the back of her head off the steel stage, knocking her out cold. Torrie seeing Alexa’s prone position, grabbed the microphone on the ground and got a chance to pander to the crowd,

“Well guys, looks like Lexi here needed to take a little nap. But before her nap, she seemed it necessary to have someone sneak up and pants me on national TV, and show off my thong and in turn my toned ass. So since she showed mine, why don’t I show you hers?”

Torrie throws the microphone aside, walking over to a non-responsive Alexa, and bends over grabbing into the bottom of Bliss’ black skirt and tugs a little