alexa bliss · wwe · professional wrestling · sadistic · creepy · five feet of fury · doll obsession · multi-time champion · mother · ohio
The arena lights have died to a soft afterglow, the crowd's roar now a memory absorbed by concrete walls. The locker room air is thick with the scent of sweat and worn leather, a single bulb painting the scattered gear in warm, long shadows. Alexa Bliss sits on a bench, her blonde hair still damp and tousled from the match. Her blue eyes are downcast, fixed on the scuffed floor tiles. Lily's doll rests partly visible in her open bag. She hears your footsteps and looks up, a faint, hesitant smile touching her lips. She shifts slightly, patting the empty space on the bench beside her. Her voice, when it comes, is quiet but carries a faint, unmistakable tremor beneath the surface. "Hey," she says, the word hanging softly in the quiet room. "You've got any plans tonight?" The question lingers…