She presses record on the phone. "Hey Universe. There's been a lot of talk online, on WWE's Youtube channel, on Twitter and Facebook about me and Sasha, so I'm just going to set things straight. Things haven't been going our way, plain and simple; and you guys have noticed how angry I've seemed to be with her," she says with a bit of a light tone like she can't believe people think that. Her voice changes to one of detest. "Well I am. I'm FED! UP! With her. I'm sick of her losing tag matches with me. I'm SICK of her getting title shots over me. I'm sick of this 'boss' attitude that she flaunts." She gives the glance to Sasha and the Boss starts grunting from off-camera and squeaking emanates from the chair. Bayley walks behind her captive and starts filming selfie-style. "So now I'm laying it out there… if she's going to get more title shots, she'll have to go through me not as her friend, but as her rival."

"Untie me Bayley! Is this really necessary?!" She grunts convincingly and strains against her bonds in earnest to simulate actual worry.

Bayley grabs Sasha's chin and makes the captive look at her in the eyes. "Look at you… you're no Boss. You're just the weakling that others think I am. And I'm going to take so much pleasure in proving to the world that your superior attitude is just a front to a pathetic wannabe underneath."

"Bayley, come on! You don't have to do this."

"Yes I do… I am proving that you're no match for me."

"Yeah, by tying me to a chair!" Sasha counters with gritted teeth.

Bayley slaps her captive again. "I just showed you how I can trick you and overpower you! That reminds me… remember about a month ago when we were supposed to have a tag match and you got ambushed and thrown into an equipment truck? That was me."

"…what?" Sasha says in confusion.

"And when you got attacked with that dumbbell the following week? Me again."

"Bayley, why?!"

Bayley laughs, "I even told Alicia and Emma to beat the crap out of you before a tag match, then pretended to get grabbed by Alicia and faceplanted the apron, just so Emma would inflict more pain on you."

"You're crazy!"

"I've had enough of competing with you. Now that you know how I feel, I hope you're ready to lose over and over to me." She grabs a washcloth that she had on the bed, balls it up, and stuffs it in Sasha's mouth. "Have fun… I'm sure the cleaning staff will find you eventually. Then they can take you to the dumpster like the trash you are." Bayley turns off the video after filming Sasha grunt into her gag for a moment. After stopping the video, Bayley takes the cloth out of Sasha's mouth. "Good job!"

"Nice work yourself," Sasha breathes out. "I wasn't expecting the slap or the gag."

"Yeah, sorry… I won't slap you anymore," she adds with a chuckle.

"It's okay… I like how you've been dominating me for the last month," Sasha adds a little sensually.

"Yeah? Well, how about we just have some fun now?" Bayley straddles her friend and gives her a hug. Sasha moans from how tightly she's being embraced, not just by the ropes but her friend's slender frame and voluptuous breasts against her own chest. Sasha, feeling the moment and tension is right, cranes her head and is able to plant a soft kiss on her friend's lips, just probing as if she's not sure how her friend will feel about it. Bayley moves her head to a more comfortable position and returns the kiss eagerly, moving her hands and running them underneath Sasha's shirt and massaging her breasts.

"Mmmm, god I wish I could grab yours right now," Sasha states.

"But you can't," Bayley teases. With one hand she grabs some of Sasha's dark purple hair and tugs it hard enough to expose Sasha's neck on the opposite side. She starts placing kisses along her slender neck and with her other hand she just presses the tips of her fingers into Sasha's crotch, the tight bondage and jeans making it impossible for her hand to actually get inside. Regardless, the mere fact her friend is massaging her crotch causes the Boss to moan out. Bayley eventually presses her own lips fervently into Sasha's to silence her and sticks her tongue into her mouth, breathing heavily out of her nose as months and months of built up sexual tension drip away. Sasha's tongue wrestles with Bayley's longingly as her head spins from everything going on. "How about I get you out of these ropes and then we can make this hotel stay worth it?"

Sasha nods silently. "Yes, please. You have to give me a chance to be physical with you for once tonight."

After about five minutes of work, Sasha is released from her prison, the ropes leaving their mark on her arms. "Here, take some pictures with my phone," Sasha tells Bayley. "These will be great as a Twitter post or something when this comes out."

"Ooo, great idea." Bayley takes some photos then sets the phone down. "So, where were we?" Bayley asks coyly. Sasha grabs Bayley and gets her on the bed, quickly straddling her hips and taking her shirt off to reveal her dark blue bra and toned stomach. She presses her lips into her friend's, enjoying being on top of Bayley for once. She uses this advantage to shoot her hands under the tight purple T-shirt to massage her breasts, causing Bayley to sigh into the kiss. "If I'm going to be submissive to you for the next month or so on TV, I better make the best of our casual time together," Sasha says with a smirk.

"I'm okay with that," Bayley responds as they spend the rest of their night together in passion.