And Statlander is looking to bring the pain

Valkyria tried to crawl a away from her much larger opponent, now her turn to have her arse displayed as she shuffled across the mat and the sheer cut outs on her shorts showing off a lot of cheek. Statlander stalked after her for a few steps before reaching down and grabbing Valkyria around the waist. Lyra looked up with sheer panic in her eyes but was helpless as Statlander easily hauled her up and over her head in a German suplex which she released at the apex and launched her opponent across almost the entire ring where she crashed down on her back and shoulders. The crown let out gasps and winces as Valkyria crashed to the mats and rolled over until she was face down on the canvas her arse rolling like waves from the impact. Kris, who was on her back on the canvas looked over at Lyra and smirked before rolling back on her shoulders and kipping up, popping back to her feet with surprising athleticism for a woman her size.

“The tides have turned in Statlander’s favor it seems here king. Lyra Valkyria just no match for her power.” Said Mark Madden

“You’re right there Mark, but listen to the crowd, they’re loving it!” replied King

And he wasn’t wrong. The crowd which had initially been fairly evenly split was now starting to cheer and chant for the New York local with cries of “STATLANDER!, STATLANDER!, STATLANDER!”

“If there is one thing that a crowd will always love King, it’s someone who is dominant.” Said Madden.

Kris wasn’t getting distracted though. She walked confidently over to where Lyra had only just started to stir and grabbed her by the ponytail, pulling her to her feet and grabbing her by the neck with one hand before reaching down between Valkyria’s legs and grabbing a handhold there as well. Statlander lifted Lyra up into the air in a gorilla press position and held her there, suspended and helpless for seconds which stretched on and on as the audience started to count along. “10, 11, 12” became “23,24,25” and eventually “32,32.” Statlander looked like she could have held Valkyria up there all day but just to run more salt into the wound she adjusted her hand from Lyra’s legs to her stomach before letting go of her neck and holding her up for a few more seconds one handed before finally stepping backwards and letting go of her, allowing gravity to pull Valkyria back down to the mat with a crash.

Valkyria could for all intents and purposes be dead she was so still on the mat and after a small flex Kris reached down and grabbed a fist full of her fallen foe’s top.