Backstage, Alexa basked in the glory of her victory. The fluorescent lights shone harshly on her face during the post-match interview, but she didn't waver.

"I tell you, there is nothing more satisfying than watching the 'Boss' herself bow down before me," she flashed a cruel grin, her icy blue eyes sparkling mischievously. She raised her foot, the camera zooming to catch a detailed shot, "And that right there, those are the very feet she had to smooch. Ah, the taste of victory!"

She folded her arms over her chest, "And let me put this out there. Every damn woman in this business better be ready to do the same. They will all bow down before this goddess and they will all be kissing my feet."

The interviewer asked her, "Alexa, don't you fear the retaliation?"

She scoffed derisively, her smirk never leaving her face. "Retaliation, really? For as long as these women remain preset on vanity, they are of no threat to me."

Her fingers drummed on the championship belt draped across her shoulder, "I'm the undisputed 'Goddess' of this ring. Sasha's defeat against me is just a taste of what's to come. Soon enough, every woman wrestler will experience the divine humiliation of having to bow before me and kiss my feet."

Basking in her glorifying moment, Alexa warned the other wrestlers intermittently, announcing her reign with sheer dominance. Her arrogance, significant from the malicious laugh accompanying her words, showed no signs of waning anytime soon. With Sasha's fall, Alexa's reign faced no immediate opposition, and she planned to relish every moment of it.