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

Daria let out an oof as the other wrestler pushed her forward and spoke of opportunities, and in a flash she realized what had Alexa all worked up. Had it really gotten around that quickly? She was surprised and . . . and a little impressed with herself. Then Alexa was surging forward. Daria raised a finger to warn her to stop before she regretted her actions, then her hair was tangled in Alexa's grasp and a knee caught her hard in the stomach before any guards could pull the angry blonde off of her. She kept her composure as much as she could, the wind knocked out of her. She put her hands on her hips and tried to hide the way she was struggling to get her next breath. When she finally found it, she huffed out, Ever . . . ever think it was time to retire? New blood was going to come replace you sooner or later, she managed a smile, Don't see why that can't be me. Then a flash of realization, If my video got around that fast I just may already be more popular than you ever were. She only just then realized how silent everyone was. Then some weirdo in a hood issued an order and turned to leave. She was about to ask who it was when she felt a guard lock her arm behind her and begin marching her down the hallway, not waiting for her to comply with the hooded figure's order. Daria could barely think with her arm wrenched back that way, but she was putting together that this man, whoever he was, called the shots. All of them. She couldn't see Alexa behind her, but knew she'd be joining her as well. The guard shoved her through an open door, knocking her to her knees. She began to stand, but a cold voice, the first one she had heard at all in the past several minutes, decried from behind his desk, No. Don't get up, don't speak. Don't even look up until I'm done. You'll listen now. And when you do speak again, you'll do well to remember you've been assigned the role of a face. Those things you said back there to Alexa? Was that face talk? N . . , Daria, looking at the floor in front of her began to answer. Do. Not. Speak, he repeated in a tone that suggested that this would be the last time he would remind her. Out of the corner of her eye, Daria could sense that Alexa was in the room now as well. There was also a figure lying in the corner unconscious. Daria wasn't sure how she knew, but it had to be Chantal, left as some kind of gift or for some kind of punishment, although in her condition Daria wasn't sure what other punishment could possibly be in store. Daria answered the hooded man's question by slowly shaking her head. You two are annoying as hell, but real hatred can be hard to find in the ring, and it will make for a good show. Plus the video has amounted to some serious free marketing. You'll fight tonight, while your blood is still boiling. Alexa, this does not mean you're no longer grounded. This is an exhibition match. Sell enough tickets and we'll see about letting you return to competitive fighting. Daria, this will be your trial run. Daria could hear a faint scratching noise in the silence that followed these thoughts and realized that he was stroking is stubbled chin in thought. Get dressed. Alexa's return? A popular new rookie? There will be a lot of bets tonight and I'm not leaving anything to chance. I'll need to look at the numbers, mull them over. No script, but management will be assigning a winner for the match. You'll get your marching orders soon.