It's Boss Time!

Sasha watches Alexa awkwardly stumble forward, holding her cheek, tring to massage away the pain. Banks doesn't allow Bliss anymore time to recuperate and, fighting through the throbbing pain in her ribs, reaches out, grabbing a handful of Alexa's blonde hair with her left hand and a fistful of the back of Alexa's wrestling trunks with the other. Banks wheels her rival until she is facing the corner and takes a running start, pulling Bliss' head and trunks, tossing her shoulder-first into the steel turnbuckle.

Bliss cries out as her shoulder slams into the steel and, to make matters worse, Sasha has cruelly yanked her trunks up her bubbly, round behind. The stretchy, lycra material uncomfortably slices between her cheeks, giving everyone in attendance a great view of her tan, bubbly butt. With Alexa's body bent over in the corner, Sasha adds even more insult to injury. The Boss gives the palm of her hand a long lick before winding her arm back and delivering a crisp SMACK to Alexa's right butt cheek.

"YOOOOWWWW!" Alexa cries out, her face turning pink as Sasha's hand lands a stinging slap to her wedgied derriere. The crowd responds to a Flair-like "Woooooo!" from the sound of flesh colliding with flesh. Alexa's blood boils and she begins thrashing her legs, trying to escape from her bent over position. Alexa us very protective over her butt. She can't stand for anyone to wedgie or spank her because her ass is her most sought-after feature. It's perfectly plump and flawlessly curvaceous. No one deserved to see her ass, especially not the perverted freaks in attendance, and no one deserved to spank her, especially not her most hated rival.

Sasha, knowing just how furious she's making her foe, lands three more spanks across Alexa's butt, alternating between her cheeks, causing Bliss' cheeks to blossom with a rosey shade of red. "STAAAAHP IT!! HOW DARE YOU SPANK ME!" Bliss cries out, stomping her boots on the canvas, still stuck in the corner. Sasha's lips curl in a sly grin as Alexa continues struggling to free herself and squeals out, "I'M THE GODDESS! I'M THE CHAMPI... AHHH!"

Sasha grabs onto the waistband of Alexa's trunks and yanks back, simultaneously stretching out the fabric and pulling Bliss out of the corner. Alexa helplessly flaps her arms and squeals as Sasha hauls her backwards. "Let go of my trunks this instant!" Bliss screams. Alexa's briefs are still wedgied up her ass and, to make matters worse, are being pulled tight against her crotch, the lycra biting into her vulva. Sasha continues jerking Alexa back until they are both positioned near the center of the ring. "You want me to let go?" Banks sneers, "Okay, Goddess!" Sasha condescendingly quips before releasing the briefs, causing the waistband to snap against Alexa's lower back.

"You bitch!" Alexa yelps, turning around and launching her fist at Sasha's face. The Boss swiftly ducks under Bliss' fist causing Alexa's momentum to **** her to, once again, face away from Sasha. Before Bliss can even pivot her heel to turn back around, Sasha reaches around Alexa's head, her hands interlocking around the blonde's throat, and leaps up. While in mid-air, Sasha bends her knees against Alexa's back and falls backwards. Alexa's spine thuds against Sasha's kneecaps once they collide with the mat and the momentum sends the petite blonde flipping backwards, landing flat on her face. Sasha keeps her hands locked together and pulls them against Alexa's chin, locking her into the Banks Statement!