Thread: Alexa Bliss vs Daria May -- Your vote will determine the winner

Normally the third slap of the ref's hand went paired with an outburst of cheers andor boo's. Not this time, when the final descision had been made it seemed to die down even further, to a point the silence was hurting once ears. The referee had done his job, and wirh that he left. In a hurry to say, not spending a second after the slap he signalled to ring the bell when he was already out of the ring and barging up the ramp before dissapearing behind rhe curtains. Of course he was worried, he had not controlled the match and it's participants in the way he was supposed to. At least he wouldn't publicly be fired when it got to that conclusion. The hooded figures had past the barricade and both entered the ring slowly from the left. Alexa casted her eyes down as she stood up fron her opponent and waited for what was to come. All she noticed wirh her eyes down was that at least one of them was holding a microphone. When one of the two halted to her left and raised his hand, Alexa expected the worst. Flinching prematurely she expected a slap tp strike her face, yet she gasped when the touch came in the form of a hand wrapping round her wrist. A second later she had her own hand in the air and now cheers erupted from the crowd, still somewhat hesitant as to what was to come. As her hand dropped down she noticed Daria being pulled upright bu the hair and brought to a kneeling position next to Alexa. Now indeed came the photographer and took a shot of them in this position, one towering above the other, just as it was supposed to be according to Alexa's mindset. Yet she still feared thw worst, and would continue to do so as long as these two remained in the proximity. You've given us a lot... came thw voice and it took Alexa by surprise, almost jumping as her breath choked. More than we 'expected' even... the word expected cut deep into Alexa's chest, as it was clearly intended. But...the two of you aren't done... no...not by a longshot. He said and all went quiet from there. Alexa's eyes posted the question her mouth didn't dare to ask. What do you mean? What do you want. Her question answered after about a minute of silence. The figure which had raised Daria to her knees now squatted down behind her, slowly untieing the top around her wrist. To Alexa's surpirse, his slow movements changed into lightning speed actions as there appeared a set of plushy handcuffs where the top had been, securing her wrists tightly together. Key in his hand he approached Alexa, gliding the small metal object over her skin, sending cold shivers down her body as it reached her cleavage where he released it. With a jiggle and bounce the key finally came to a rest right between Alexa's prescious breasts and the hooded figure stepped back. It is up to you Alexa on how you wish to celebrate your victory. But take into account, next time the two of you meet will be under different circumstances. Make friend or foe now. The one with the microphone concluded. The other reaching under his mantel to produce a large rubber strap-on and casually dropping it onto the mat before the two of them dissapeared leaving the two girls alone again. Alexa looked down and fished the key to the handcuffs from between her breast, bend down the pick up the strap-on in the other and hold both in her hands as rhe crowd came to life again shouting their wishes. Slowly, ever so slowly she looked up at Daria, eyes locking. Soooo... about that poster... Alexa said as she looked at Daria underneath her.