Hardcore Pixie?

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Philadelphia. Home of some of the most hardcore grapplers who had ever graced a professional wrestling ring. Home of some of the most rabid and bloodthirsty fans in any part of the world. Philly had a legacy of violence and bloodsheed when it came to the squared circle. Broken tables, barbed wire, explosions, and just about any other sick and twisted stipulation you could think of. So where precisely did Alexa Bliss fit into all of this? Well, she didn't. At all. She wouldn't have fit into the early to mid 90's hardcore scene at all. Not that this should have been a surprise to anyone that had ever laid eyes upon her. Glittery little, real life Disney Princess' did not exactly scream 'EXTREME' to anyone. But that didn't mean that she was any less tough than those burly, angry individuals who came before her. Even if she visually didn't look as though she could throw down with anyone. The young woman paced in front of a dire looking barbed wire fence, just the kind of place you would expect a gritty promo to take place. She was dressed in a solid black hoodie that was tugged almost completely over her face, save for a few strands of blue and blonde colored hair poking out. With a scowl, she paced back and forth, lightly shaking her head, before stopping in front of the camera.

Alexa Bliss: There is one thing that everyone in the EBWF knows. Every. Single. Last Person. From the very bottom to the very top.

She drew in closer, those pearly white teeth of hers clenched into a growl.

Alexa Bliss: Alexa Bliss should be a champion right now! Michelle McCool. I beat her. 1-2-3. Right in the middle of the ring. She couldn't handle what I brought to the table.

The petite fairy bumped a fist against her chest.

Alexa Bliss: And even before then..Emma and myself had Eva Marie and Sasha Banks DOWN. They were about to lose those precious titles of there's but they got themselves disqualified because they couldn't take any more of us!

Alexa pressed fist into her palm and cracked her knuckles, tilting her head to the side. It was a very strange sight to hear such words coming from such a usually sweet sounding voice.

Alexa Bliss: But that's alright. I get it. Everyone's afraid. All of a sudden, I'm not the underdog anymore. All of a sudden, I'm not underestimated anymore. I've beaten the Women's Champ, I've beaten the Tag Champs. And, oh yeah, I've beaten one of my opponents for Fanniversary. Paige. Just last week you called me a character from Frozen. Well, let me ask you a question, Paige. Did I look like some kind of cartoon character after I left you flat on your back, just like I said I would? Huh?

Alexa pulled back a fist sharply as if she was about to send it flying at the camera before smirking.

Alexa Bliss: You have grown up wrestling, it's in your blood, your entire family are wrestlers. And yet..look what happened. All that hype, all that talk and you couldn't do a thing against me. Maybe you should run back to your momma and have her train you a little more. Or maybe you should hop on a plane to England and never show your face around me again! Paige isn't going to underestimate me. Never, ever again. But what about Velvet Sky?

She shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and shook her head once more.

Alexa Bliss: Hey, a former champion. But excuse me if I'm not too exactly shaking at someone who's greatest accomplishment was becoming 'Babe of the Year'. Maybe there's a reason why you're former partner has done so much more than you have. It's because you're soft. And weak. If Angelina isn't around, you aren't much are you? Pretty face, no brains, no ability. A waste of my time. And you don't have what it takes to become a champion. But me? I'm different. I'm championship material. I'm going to prove it tonight when I beat the both of you, just like I beat eeeeverybody else. Michelle McCool? You had better hope that Torrie Wilson takes that title off of your hands. Because if she doesn't? I'm coming for you and history WILL repeat itself.

The potential challenger began to pace at even steadier pace and she removed her hands from her pockets, curling them up into a pair of tight fists. She turned to point at the camera.

Alexa Bliss: Velvet! Paige! Sunday night is going to be anything but 'bliss' for you too! It's going to be full on misery! Full on punishment! Full on PAIN!

With an intense little growl, Alexa removed something from behind her back. A barbed wire baseball bat? A baseball bat covered in nails? A baseball that was set on fire?! No. Fairy dust. Slowly she puckered her lips and blew it forward. The silver, sparkles went swirling about and with a magical little chime, she was now dressed in her blue, glizty, ring gear. One hand rested on her hip and the smile on her face could possibly light up a room. She spoke one final, parting phrase, that would surely strike terror into the hearts of her two opponents.

Alexa Bliss: See ya then!

After a wink, the pixie in the tutu performed a little curtsy and went swaying off, looking as though she didn't have a single care in the world.