She makes a run for it.

A high-pitched squeal bursts from Litte Miss Bliss' mouth. The primal part of Alexa's brain, it seems, has completely taken over control. It appears that the villainous blonde no longer cares about defeating her archenemy and retaining her championship. She no longer cares about the monetary ramifications of running out of the ring and back to her locker room in the middle of the main event. Alexa, in fact, only has one thing on her mind -- run and cover up.

Bliss wraps her arms across her chest, shielding her bra-clad breasts from the paparazzi at ringside and the thousands of fans pointing their phones at her. With her arms hugging her breasts, Alexa makes a beeline for the ropes! She quickly drops down and begins to scurry under the bottom rope but something suddenly snags her hair, yanking her head back. The pressure is so intense it causes her small frame to jerk backwards. "AAAAHHHH!" Bliss squeals as her blonde locks are painfully tugged by their roots. Once again, acting on instinct alone, Alexa unwraps her arms from her breasts, giving everyone a clear view, and uses both of her hands to try to pry away whatever has a hold of her hair.

"Nuh uhh," Banks scolds, wagging the index finger of her left hand as she pulls Alexa by the hair with her right. "You're not going anywhere!" Sasha grins before twisting Alexa's blonde hair, forcing Bliss to face her. Alexa pouts her bottom lip and groans, "Please, Sasha, let go. I don't want to do this anymore. Please, just let me go."

"Oh, you don't wanna do this anymore?" Sasha asks, looking upset. "Why is that? Is it because I tore off your top and now you have to wrestle in your slutty, little, push-up bra?" Banks gives Bliss' hair a jerk, causing the petite blonde to yelp. "It didn't seem like you had a problem wrestling when you ripped MY top off!" Sasha growls and takes a menacing step forward, getting closer to Alexa. "I thought it would only be fair to return the favor. Ya know, make sure no one has an unfair advantage. And, since we're even, I'm gonna finish kicking your fat ass. Then, I'm gonna show everyone who's Boss and diaper your bratty ass!"

Sasha punctuates her statement by grabbing two fistfuls of blonde hair and shoving Alexa flat on her butt. The Boss can't help but grin as she prowls forward, looking at Alexa like a lion looks at a gazelle. Bliss begins scooting backwards, creating as much distance as she can between herself and Sasha. Alexa keeps her left arm wrapped around her breasts while she holds her left palm up in a sign of surrender. "No... nonono. Sasha, please, have mercy!" Alexa whimpers, tears filling up her blue eyes as she continues scooting away.

Suddenly, Alexa's back hits the bottom turnbuckle pad. She has backed herself into a literal corner. "Puh... please, please, pleaseeeee!" Alexa pleads, begging Banks to show mercy. But Sasha continues to slowly stride forward, drinking in the look of fear in Alexas watery eyes. "No where to run, little girl!" Sasha smirks and bends down, getting face-to-face with her rival. "I'm gonna enjoy thi...AIEEEE!"

Sasha screams and falls on her butt, covering her eyes with her hands and rolling onto her side. The crowd showers Alexa with boos as the titantron replays a slowmotion video of Alexa digging her manicured, black-painted nails into Sasha's eyes. The Goddess uses the ropes to pull herself onto her feet, unfazed by the crowd's incessant jeers. The look of fear on Bliss' face vanishes instantly and turns into a scowl. "You think you can just rip my top off?! You think that's funny?! I'M THE RAW WOMEN’S CHAMPION! I AM THE GODDESS!!" Bliss screams, delivering a hard punt to Sasha's ribcage. Sasha rolls across the canvas, finally coming to a stop near the ropes where she lays face-down.

Little Miss Bliss once again looks down at her heaving breasts before glaring at her rival's quivering, caramel-colored frame. Alexa stomps across the ring, approaching her downed foe with a sadistic smirk curling across her lips.