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

Daria stared at the dressing room mirror. Sitting didn't feel right. She stood, propping her fists on her hips in a Wonder Woman pose -- she had done this before interviews before, read an article about it somewhere, and damned if it didn't help, as hokey as it was. You got this, she said, forcing herself to make eye contact with her reflection. You. Got. This. First match and you already made it this far? They won't know what hit 'em. Then a brown-haired man poked his head in the door, oddly quiet and unobtrusive compared to the other men running this show, which could only mean he was trying to think of how to break bad news to the newbie. He didn't have to say a word. Really? Daria questioned, I'm supposed to take the dive? He nodded and added, Alexa knows to keep it short and keep it traditional. You've still got a shot at making yourself a fan favorite, even with the loss. Just stick to the script. When the door shut, Daria resumed her pose. Fuck that. What do they know? They were going to have me go up against some nobody, and one video later I'm up against a heavy hitter. Looks like I know more about putting on a show than they do, so time to teach them, and Alexa, some lessons. She then heard Alexa's voice echoing, catching just enough to hear the comment about her crooked nose and the overtures about goddesses and mortals. She self-consciously dragged her finger down the bridge of her nose, but she found her resolve once more when her theme music began to blast . She was beaming, jogging into the arena, though it was generous to call it that, smiling and finding her swagger quickly. It worked like magic. Between the bravado and the video, fans were on their feet and she worked them into a short chant when the lyrics hit, Coach, put me in. She was out almost of breath by the time she got in the ring. She hooked her foot under the microphone that Alexa had dropped and kicked it up to her hands. So nice of you guys to give me a warm welcome! She waited patiently for the cheers to die down, clutching her chest in mock humility instead of commanding them the way Alexa had. The temptation was there, but she wanted to play out the face persona to the best of her abilities. It may be the one thing, along with keeping the approval of the crowd, that would keep management on her side when she disobeyed their orders and tried to win this thing. Still . . . she had to let some of her other side peek through that's what had gotten her this far. So honored to be going up against a legend like Alexa tonight you were always one of my faves! It has been so, so inspiring to see you climb your way to the top and become, as you say, a goddess in the ring. A low booing came from a small crowd in the front row and she softly spoke over them. No, no, I'm not going to deny it. She is a fucking goddess and she worked hard to become one. But tonight she's going to learn that some goddesses don't need to try so hard. The best goddesses are born, not made. She could barely get her last words over a sudden uproar. Got nowhere to climb when you are born on Olympus, hun. She crinkled her nose -- yes, her crooked nose that Alexa had derided -- in a delighted laugh and tossed the microphone back to the referee.