Lyra Valkyria vs Kris Statlander

Lyra Valkyria strutted out onto the stage with a massive smile on her face and stood at the top of the ramp looking out into the sea of cheering fans. The dramatic green and white makeup she had around her eyes matched well with the dark emerald two piece top and bottoms of her attire, the top tying around her neck with a choker and dropped down into a relatively modest from that showed off no cleavage but allowed her to show off all of her back as she raised her arms and flexed. The bottoms were the same colour and as well as being incredibly small, ending at the top of her thighs, the backs of them were made of a sheer material which was semi-transparent and allowed a great look at muscular backside despite being mostly covered. Her top and bottoms were covered in delicate gold detailing and black feathers which contrasted nicely with the dark coloured outfit and also the golden tan of her skin. As she posed she flicked her long brown ponytail and absorbed the cheers from the crowd before she continued to march down to the ring, taking her time to high five the fans and even gave a few younger audience members a hug.

“Lyra Valkyria is definitely a woman of the people King. The crowd love her and they seem to be on her side for sure.” Said Mark madden.

“Well they do love to see Lyra but I bet they would love to see even more of her here tonight. They may get their wish too as Lyra is facing some stiff competition.” Replied King

“I’m not gonna lie King, it’s not just the competition that is stiff when Valkyria is around.” Laughed Madden, shifting in his seat.

Reaching the ring Lyra rolled into the ring and quickly jumped up onto the turnbuckle, climbing up to the second rope and posing again, arms in the air and eyes closed as she bathed in the cheers of the audience again. Enjoying the moment as her music faded.

Moments later Kris Statlander’s entrance theme blasted through the arena speakers. Just as Lyra had done, Kris Statlander strolled out onto the stage looking very confident, a sly smile on her face as she too took the the top of the ramp and posed as the audience cheered. If Lyra could be describe as muscular however Statlander was something else. Her arms were probably double the size of her opponents and her legs were like tree trunks. She was a wall of muscle and as she flexed she showed off the large and colourful tattoo that covered her right shoulder and bicep, looking over at her own arm with a smirk as she posed. She was wearing a black, one-piece outfit with a high neckline that was criss-crossed with geometric silver lines on the chest and shoulders and left her arms full exposed as did the high legs of the outfit to show off all of her physique. The black of the outfit was a shiny PVC like material that glistened under the harsh arena lights. When Kris walked to the ring she was much less active with the crowd, holding out her hands for a few high fives but her eyes stayed locked and focused on Lyra in the ring who was still stood on the second rope but her smile had dropped as she locked her gaze with Statlander's.

“The size difference between these two women is pretty obvious here Mark and I have to worry about Lyra’s chances. She is giving up a lot of muscle to Kris here.” Said Lawler

“You used to wrestle King, What can you do if you are much smaller than your opponent like this?” questioned Madden

“Personally I would just hope I never came across anyone that much bigger than me. Valkyria is gonna have to use her speed and just hope she can avoid Statlander but Kris is no slouch in the ring either.”

Statlander took the steps to the ring and dusked low under the top rope to enter, pushing out her large backside as she did so which caused the material of her outfit to strain over the muscles, the legs riding even higher to reveal more of her backside and as she straightened up she had to make an adjustment to her outfit, pulling the legs back down again to cover her arse up. Lyra hopped down from the turnbuckle and approached Statlander, her smile returning slightly as she got close, the height and size difference being made more obvious the closer they got. But then Lyra stuck out her hand as a show of respect. Kris looked down at it with a smirk but then reached out and shook it briefly with Lyra flexing her hand as soon as they broke apart. Walking backwards in order to keep eyes on each other the two opponents separated in anticipation of the ringing of the bell.