Yes, but she underestimates Sasha in the process.

Alexa squats down and sneers in Sasha's face, "You should have just stayed down. Now I have to punish you for being so difficult."

stomps her boots down on either side of Banks' head pinning her purple hair to the canvas. Bliss reaches down,grabbing her rival's wrists, and pulls up, forcing Sasha's head to lift up and painfully yanking her hair in the process.

The referee is getting increasingly annoyed by Alexa's consistant, belligerent disregard for the rules and threatens her with disqualification if she doesn't release Sasha's wrists. Bliss, still holding Sasha's arms and pulling up, doesn't break eye contact with the ref, glaring at him and flaring her nostrils. Only once the referee begins to motion for the bell does Alexa let go.

"Fine," Alexa snarls holding up her hands, "I let go of her arms, are ya happy?!" Alexa looks down at her foe's anguished face and grins, "I'm going to make sure you never show your face in this company again!" Alexa taunts before reaching down and grabbing Sasha's top. Miss Bliss cruelly tugs upward, simultaneously pulling Sasha's top and hair in the process. The crowd, for the first time tonight, roars in approval as Alexa ruthlessly yanks at her rival's top. Banks squeals and frantically kick her feet, her fingers latching on to her top for dear life.

"NOOOOO! STOP!!!" Banks cries out as Alexa continues tugging up until, finally, the yellow and blue lycra top rips off her torso. The crowd erupts with cheers as Sasha wraps her arms across her chest, trying to cover up her petite breasts which are now only covered by a lime green bra.

Alexa can't help but cackle as she watches Banks pathetically roll across the canvas, cradling her breasts. Bliss, making certain that Banks is unable to use the top, rips it in half before tossing the tattered pieces of fabric out of the ring. While Sasha is busy covering her breasts, Bliss takes advantage of the distraction and curls her fingers into Sasha's purple hair, dragging her to the ropes, forcing Sasha to crawl behind her. "Aww... da wittle baby boss doesn't know how to walk yet! It's otay, wittle girl. You'll be able to walk someday. Now, can you say Mama?" Bliss smirks, speaking to Banks like she is a baby.

Once they arrive to the ropes, Alexa hauls Sasha up and, grabbing the back of her rival's head, shoves Sasha's face against the top rope and cruelly drags her eyes across the thick cable. Banks screams in agony and blindly flails her arms. The referee immediately flys in and reprimands Alexa, forcing her to release Banks. Alexa innocently holds her hands up and says, "Sorry," before pushing her way past the referee.

Sasha has collapsed on her ass, sitting on the canvas, holding her eyes and stomping her boots against the mat, still blinded by Alexa's diabolical attack. Alexa, unfazed by Sasha's pathetic whimpering, kneels behind her and locks in a sleeper hold, constricting her windpipe. "Awww... it's otay, Baby Banks. It will all be over soon. You've had a long day so it's time to go night-night." Bliss cruelly coos in Sasha's ear. "And, don't worry, after you go night-night I'm gonna make sure Baby Banks has a fresh diaper to wear. And, if you're a good girl and go to sleep soon, I promise to make this as painless as possible."

Alexa continues to pour on the pressure, her lips stretching in a devious smirk as Sasha struggles to remain conscious and pulls at Bliss' arms, trying to pry them away from her throat. The audience, fed up with Little Miss Bliss' devious, underhanded offense, begins clapping and cheering for Sasha, chanting her name. Alexa's grin grows wider once she hears the chants. "What's that?! I don't think she can hear you! All of you are worthless just like little Baby Banks! I'm the Goddess and I... UNGHHH!"

Bliss grunts as Sasha lands an elbow to Alexa's toned abdomen, driving all the air from her lungs. Bliss buckles from the shot and involuntarily loosens the submission hold. Sasha once again slams her elbow backwards, plowing the tip of her elbow into Bliss' exposed gut. The crowd is ecstatic, cheerimg even louder as Sasha begins to rise to her feet. Alexa holds on to the **** hold, shaking her head in disbelief. Sasha lands a third elbow strike that drops Bliss down to one knee. Sasha, fired up from the crowd's encouraging cheers, sprints across the ring, rebounds off the ropes and, with Bliss still on one knee, drives her kneecap straight into Alexa's jaw. The bratty blonde instantly crumbles, collapsing flat on her back