“Alexa Bliss Returns”
She walked down that ramp like she’d seen too much, like the last two years had been a bad dream and the only way out was to hurt someone. Alexa Bliss back from wherever the hell she’d been, back to prove that she still belonged, back to crack some skulls and remind people that cute can kill.
Candice Lerae stood across from her, smiling that fake smile people use when they’re nervous. First time these two had ever fought one-on-one. Lerae, all heart and hustle, thought maybe Bliss was rusty, soft, a little broken inside. But Bliss has always been a loaded gun wrapped in bubblegum and glitter, and tonight she was looking for someone to unload on.
Leraé poked the bear, slapped her, taunted her, and Bliss just stood there, that smile curling into something uglier. You could see it happen. The switch flipping. the darkness bleeding back into her face like old paint seeping through a wall.
The match wasn’t pretty. It was teeth and nails and bad intentions. Bliss looked off, then on, then like someone who couldn’t decide if she wanted to win or disappear back into the void. Leraé hit a missile dropkick that damn near finished it, but Bliss dragged herself up, smiling again, this time like she knew a secret Leraé didn’t.
They scrambled for pins, rolling over each other like drunks fighting over the last cigarette. And then Bliss snapped her down, planted her head into the mat with that wicked DDT of hers. It was over. No fanfare. No tears. Just a cold three count and Bliss staring at the ceiling like she was waiting for the next nightmare to begin.
Now she’s off to the elimination chamber. Liv Morgan will be there. Bianca Belair too. Three spots left for three more souls to suffer. But after tonight, you get the feeling Bliss didn’t come back just to qualify. She came back to burn the whole damn thing down.
The past two years tried to bury her. But Bliss doesn’t stay buried. She digs herself out, nails cracked, smile crooked, ready to hurt again.
And someone’s gonna pay for all that time she lost.