Boss?
Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 7:26 pm
Slowly but surely, Alexa Bliss had begun shedding all over her former sweet personality traits. She was still adorable, obviously, but behaved in a much more spoiled manner. She had even changed up her look a little. The blue streaks in her hair had been replaced by red and the blue fairy look was gone. Now she was dressed in somewhat skimpier pink ring attire, although the heavy amount of silver, sparkly eye shadow remained.
Alexa Bliss: And that's why I'm going to end up being a MUCH bigger star than Trish Stratus ever was.
Some giggling arose from a pack of all blonde cheerleaders. They were dressed in cheerleading outfits that were all the same color as Alexa's get up, with matching pom-poms. It seems as though she had taken some inspiration from the college years. Each girl looked essentially the same, just varying heights, but otherwise looked like perfect doppelgangers.
Alexa Bliss: And don't even get me STARTED on Sasha Banks.
They all gagged in unison, sticking out their tongues while placing their fingers into their mouths.
Alexa Bliss: I just don't get it. She acts like she's some kind of fashion queen but dresses like she's a three dollar pimp? Please. Those glasses, chain and jacket? Just..no.
Cheerleaders: No.
Alexa Bliss: But I just LOVE sparkly glittery things. Like her title. The only accessory she owns that I even remotely care about. WHEN I beat her, I should be the one in line for a title shot.
After snapping a finger, Alexa was joined by a marching band, all dressed in pristine white outfits. They were flanked by the cheerleaders. She led them through the hallways of the arena as they played "Under the Double Eagle" by Josef Wagner. This drew more than a couple of bewildered stares as she approached interviewer Corey Graves who looked just as baffled as everyone else they passed by.
Corey Graves: Wow..that's..gotta be a first.
Alexa struck a little pose and signaled for the band to stop. She looked very pleased with herself. Despite her small stature, she was able to command an audience.
Alexa Bliss: I can tell by the look on your face how impressed you are.
Corey Graves: Well, whether or not I'm impressed isn't in question. The question is going to be if you're impressive enough to defeat the reigning Women's Champion, The Boss, Sasha Banks.
Alexa Bliss: Corey, do you see what I'm surrounded by right now?
Corey Graves: It would be kind of hard not to.
Alexa Bliss: All of this flash and style is missing just one, teey, tiny, thing. A little gold. I beat her and I should rightfully be due a title opportunity, don't you think?
Corey Graves: I would imagine so.
Alexa Bliss: And that..Bella..thing..can just be pushed to the side. Who cares if she won the Queen of the Ring? I'm already EBWF's one and only princess.
Alexa performed a little curtsy and the cheerleaders did what cheerleaders do best: cheered her on.
Alexa Bliss: And anyone with half a brain, so that excludes Sasha, knows that a Princess outranks a simple boss. That title would look SO much better around my waist anyway..
Alexa placed her hands onto her hips and batted her eyes while flashing a devious little smirk. After motioning her hand skywards, the band began to play again and the ensemble carried on through the hallway. Corey side-stepped this madness and cringed slightly at the volume provided by the instruments.
Alexa Bliss: And that's why I'm going to end up being a MUCH bigger star than Trish Stratus ever was.
Some giggling arose from a pack of all blonde cheerleaders. They were dressed in cheerleading outfits that were all the same color as Alexa's get up, with matching pom-poms. It seems as though she had taken some inspiration from the college years. Each girl looked essentially the same, just varying heights, but otherwise looked like perfect doppelgangers.
Alexa Bliss: And don't even get me STARTED on Sasha Banks.
They all gagged in unison, sticking out their tongues while placing their fingers into their mouths.
Alexa Bliss: I just don't get it. She acts like she's some kind of fashion queen but dresses like she's a three dollar pimp? Please. Those glasses, chain and jacket? Just..no.
Cheerleaders: No.
Alexa Bliss: But I just LOVE sparkly glittery things. Like her title. The only accessory she owns that I even remotely care about. WHEN I beat her, I should be the one in line for a title shot.
After snapping a finger, Alexa was joined by a marching band, all dressed in pristine white outfits. They were flanked by the cheerleaders. She led them through the hallways of the arena as they played "Under the Double Eagle" by Josef Wagner. This drew more than a couple of bewildered stares as she approached interviewer Corey Graves who looked just as baffled as everyone else they passed by.
Corey Graves: Wow..that's..gotta be a first.
Alexa struck a little pose and signaled for the band to stop. She looked very pleased with herself. Despite her small stature, she was able to command an audience.
Alexa Bliss: I can tell by the look on your face how impressed you are.
Corey Graves: Well, whether or not I'm impressed isn't in question. The question is going to be if you're impressive enough to defeat the reigning Women's Champion, The Boss, Sasha Banks.
Alexa Bliss: Corey, do you see what I'm surrounded by right now?
Corey Graves: It would be kind of hard not to.
Alexa Bliss: All of this flash and style is missing just one, teey, tiny, thing. A little gold. I beat her and I should rightfully be due a title opportunity, don't you think?
Corey Graves: I would imagine so.
Alexa Bliss: And that..Bella..thing..can just be pushed to the side. Who cares if she won the Queen of the Ring? I'm already EBWF's one and only princess.
Alexa performed a little curtsy and the cheerleaders did what cheerleaders do best: cheered her on.
Alexa Bliss: And anyone with half a brain, so that excludes Sasha, knows that a Princess outranks a simple boss. That title would look SO much better around my waist anyway..
Alexa placed her hands onto her hips and batted her eyes while flashing a devious little smirk. After motioning her hand skywards, the band began to play again and the ensemble carried on through the hallway. Corey side-stepped this madness and cringed slightly at the volume provided by the instruments.