And it costs her

As Nikki backs it up, Kris slowly comes too, eyes widening in horror when she looks up and sees Nikki Bella’s ass looming inches away from her face.

“Pucker up!” Nikki calls, trying to lean back and sit down and perform her very first stinkface at Kris’ expense. However, the stronger woman was not about to take that, raising her hands up and, summoning all her strength, gives Nikki a hard shove forward, sending her staggering away.

“That thing is NOT touching my face!” Kris growls, how close she’d come to utter disaster fueling her as she pulls herself out and springs out of the corner with a discus clothesline, nearly taking Nikki’s head off.

“Kris looked dead to rights a second ago!” Madden says, sounding stunned as she stands over Nikki, scowling down at her.

“You think you were clever, huh? Trying for a stupid stinkface and trying to spank me? Huh Nikki? I’m gonna destroy you!” Kris growls, grabbing Nikki by the hair and pulling her up to her feet, putting her in position and quickly landing her own Tombstone, called Staturday Night Fever. But she doesn’t let go, slowly regaining her feet with Nikki’s limp body still in position.

“Not again!” King cries on commentary, as Kris does exactly that, landing a second one and driving Nikki down on her head. And then she begins to come back to her feet for a third time, only to shake her head and flip her around out of position, then putting her over her shoulders in torture rack position.

“You hit me with my move, so…” Kris says, shrugging before dropping to her knees with her own Rack Attack, letting Nikki drop to the mat limply afterwards.

“You’re done.” She declares simply, bending down and grabbing Nikki by her wedgied up short shorts, yanking down harshly and right off of Nikki’s body. Once again, Nikki was down to a skimpy red bra and pantie set.

“Here is your winner: Kris Statlander!”