And there’s no escape for Kris

Powering up the bigger woman and showing surprising strength, Nikki struts around the ring while showing off. And then, she begins dropping into a few squats, showing off her power, and her still exposed ass, to each side of the ring, before dropping down to the mat for her signature Rack Attack.

“That’s what real muscles can do. Take notes, Kris,” Nikki mocks, blowing a kiss out to the fans, before grabbing Kris by her purple top. She begins pulling, and tugging, and gets it off of her body, stripping her down to just a black bra and thong, winning the match.

“Here is your winner: Nikki Bella!”

“Nikki just humiliated Kris Statlander! She made her look like a joke!” Madden says, in awe at commentary, as Nikki climbs up to her feet and poses over Kris, smugness and arrogance dripping off of her.

“Anyone wanna talk about how washed I am now, huh?” She shouts, gloating now over her defeated, embarrassed adversary. “Anyone wanna say I’m not a legend now, huh? I’m better than ever baby!”

“And she looks it too!” King chimes in on Commentary, the fans cheering and whistling the curvaceous woman bragging and boasting.

“Kris was supposed to be dominant, supposed to kick my ass, right? Well guess what, she kissed it instead! I exposed her as nothing more than a popcorn muscled fraud! And that’s exactly what I’ll do to the next woman who’s supposed to dominate me!” Nikki screams, turning back to Kris and crouching down, putting the L back on her forehead.

“Expose them as nothing more than a loser like Kris!” She stands up and blows a kiss, leaving the ring and strutting to the back, savoring her victory.