Holding the remote tight, Bayley thinks to herself “I don’t actually have to BE big to FEEL big. I just need to make someone else feel small.” She starts messing with the remote, eventually putting it to a setting she believes will make someone the size of a small doll. She holds it up in front of her and says “Okay.. All I need to do is test it, probably on someone who’s not expecting it.” As she says this, she hears an immediate response in a thick Russian accent of “Not expecting WHAT, exactly?” Bayley shrieks in surprise and turns around with the remote pointed right in front of her, blasting the source of the noise that startled her. After a brief, familiar flash of light, Bayley’s attention slowly drifts down towards the floor, where she sees a teeny tiny Lana staring up at her. Bayley lifts a hand up and gives the shrunken woman a quick wave, which only gets a high pitched scream in return. “WHOOPS. SORRY, LANA. I DIDN’T EXPECT YOU TO BE RIGHT BEHIND ME THERE.”
She crouches down over the panicking little girl at her feet and scoops her up quickly in one hand. Her fingers wrap easily around the doll sized woman and Bayley feels a sudden surge of power as she feels the tiny woman struggling in her grasp. She giggles at the feeling of the little girl’s limbs attempting to move under the vice grip of her fingers, and she says “HEHE, YOU CAN STOP STRUGGLING NOW, YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE.” Looking around the locker room quickly, Bayley spots a jar filled with athletic tape, bandages, and empties its contents out onto the floor. She gently allows Lana to slip out of her grip and into the waiting jar below, where she hits the bottom with a faint “clank” sound. Lana quickly scrambles on her hands and feet to the far side of the glass, away from Bayley’s smiling face closing in, which is distorted by the glass. “THIS IS SO COOL! YOU’RE LIKE THE SIZE OF MY THUMB! I CAN’T WAIT TO GET MORE OF YOU.” She places the jar containing Lana down on a bench, where the miniature Russian bangs her fist against the glass in a feeble attempt to get noticed or escape or… anything, really. Her hopes are dashed immediately, as Bayley brings over the lid of the jar (luckily with a few holes poked into it for air) and she slowly screws it on top, trapping little Lana inside.
With the jar in one hand and the remote in another, Bayley starts to make her way out of the locker room. Lana’s small, but not too small. Only a couple of inches tall. The perfect height to play with. She keeps the settings she used fresh in her mind and makes sure to use that same calibration on all of the people she shrinks. It can get a little confusing if some of her dolls are barbie sized and the others are polly pockets. She likes them just like Lana, able to fit comfortably in one closed hand, and quickly concealable from the outside world. Bayley continues to head backstage, looking for more people to add to her jar, when she comes across a pair of women having a deep conversation. One of the women is Chelsea Green, a newly rising star from NXT. The other is Dana Brooke, who has been on the roster for a long time but never really became a household name. Bayley bites her lip in excitement and says “You know… I’ll bet nobody would notice if the two of them just disappeared for the night…” Without saying a word or even getting their attention, Bayley lifts the remote up and points it directly in the middle of the two talking women. With amazing accuracy, Bayley seems to hit just the right mark and with one single press of the button on the remote, both Chelsea and Dana find themselves much smaller. They don’t really have a lot of time to react to their new surroundings before Bayley’s massive footsteps close in on them.
Bayley places the jar on the ground and uses her newly freed hand to reach out for Dana first, as she attempts to take off running in the opposite direction. Picking her up by the scruff of her shirt, Bayley lets her dangle over the jar for a few seconds before dropping her right on top of Lana. Chelsea on the other hand is too stunned to move and is standing petrified with her hands on her sides. Bayley looks down at her and says very sternly “ARE YOU GOING TO BEHAVE?” Chelsea sees no way out of her current situation and nods up and down frantically. Bayley smiles and says “GOOD.” She places a hand down flat next to her and says “THEN CLIMB ON.” She had only grabbed the shrunken women up until now, but having one willingly step onto her hand was an experience Bayley was not ready for. The shrunken woman carefully lifted herself onto Bayley’s fingers, and then walked down the length of them to get into her palm, before sitting down directly in the center. She barely weighs a thing as Bayley smiles at the feeling of holding another person quite literally in the palm of her hand. Bayley carefully lifts her hand up and tilts it over the edge of the jar, allowing Chelsea a slightly softer landing than her counterpart. Bayley places the lid back on top of the jar and whispers to herself “I CAN ALREADY TELL MISS GREEN IS GOING TO BE MY FAVORITE.”
Holding the jar with her fingertips, Bayley slowly rocks it from side to side, causing all three trapped women to lose their footing and fall on top of each other with each movement. Bayley giggles at their pathetic attempts to stand, and breaths into the glass fogging it up “THREE LITTLE BLONDES TRAPPED IN A JAR. IT’S NOT MUCH OF A COLLECTION YET, BUT IT’S A GOOD START.” All three girls huddle against each other for support and Bayley just laughs at their expressions of fear. “DON’T WORRY, LITTLE DOLLIES. I WON’T HURT YOU. WE’RE JUST GONNA PLAY FOR A BIT. YOU’LL ALL BE BACK TO NORMAL BEFORE YOU KNOW IT.” She looks off to the side for a second and says “I MEAN, MAYBE. I’VE NEVER ACTUALLY TRIED TO UNSHRINK ANYTHING. MAYBE YOU’RE STUCK LIKE THIS FOREVER. EITHER WAY, TONIGHT’S GONNA BE A NIGHT TO REMEMBER!” Bayley closes her eyes and leans her lips into the jar to give her captives inside the glass a quick kiss. The three trapped women are too afraid to move, so Bayley just smacks her lips against the container, and brings the jar back under her arm as she continues her trek backstage. What is her next move?
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