Lyra is off to an explosive start

And as soon as the bell rung Lyra was ready. She sprinted across the ring as her opponent turned around and leapt up, delivering flying dropkick straight to Statlander’s chest. Kris was **** backwards a into the corner clutching at her tits and grimacing. Lyra was instantly back to her feet however and charged into Statlander with a forearm to her head before she started to rain blows down onto Kris as the larger woman raised her arms to try to cover her head. Valkyria clubbed her again and again across the head and neck and Statlander could do nothing to try to escape except lashing out wildly, pushing Lyra backwards a few steps but Valkyria was straight back on her, rushing in with a shoulder thrust into Statlander’s gut. Kris’ mid section was **** backwards as the wind was knocked from her and her fat arse was pushed backwards between the turnbuckles, the shiny material of her outfit stretching taught across her backside before she pulled herself free only for Valkyria to **** her shoulder into Kris’s gut again and **** her arse back between the turnbuckles to stretch the fabric of her outfit to near breaking point again as her backside wobbled with the impact, all of which was caught gloriously by the perfect positioning of Cameraman three. Kris gritted her teeth in anger and and tried to pound her fists down onto the smaller woman again before the wind was once again **** out of her.

Four more times did Lyra shoulder thrust into Statlander’s gut before the referee got in the way and tried to pull her away from her opponent. Valkyria however grabbed the front of Kris’ outfit and pulled her from the corner with her before reaching around Kris and under her arms grabbing the back of her one piece in position for a belly-to-belly slam, pulling up hard on Statlander’s outfit and pulling, attempting to lift Kris and pulling her singlet up in the process so that she was wedgied, the shiny fabric across her buttocks now disappearing between them and exposing much more of her skin than she likely intended on showing. For a moment they stood there, Kris Statlander letting out a cry of pain and shock as her face went bright red, Lyra straining to try to lift her and Statlander’s arse, dimpled and wobbling as she struggled to get lose of Valkyria’s grip. But despite all her efforts Lyra couldn’t lift Statlander off the mat.

“Look at that ass Madden! It’s got more craters than the moon” laughed King as Statlander and Valkyria struggled.

Valkyria tried again to lift Kris off of her feet but again barely managed to shift her. Statlander however seemed to have had enough. With a snarl of anger she reached down and pulled Lyra’s arms free from where they had been clamped around her with all the ease of someone snapping a single strand of spaghetti before she wrapped her own arms around Lyra and lifted her into the air like she was lifting a toddler, holding her off the mat with ease before spinning and slamming Lyra back to the mat with a belly-to-belly slam of her own.

The woman from Dublin arched her back off the canvas as she gasped in pain and even let out a small whimper before collapsing back down. Statlander wasn’t finished however and as she clambered back to her own feet she grabbed Valkyria and dragged her back to her feet as well. Now it was Lyra’s turn to raise her fists in a defensive position but with one punch Statlander broke through her defence and clocked her opponent so hard in the mouth that saliva sprayed across the canvas. Valkyria staggered, one leg going forward, the other backwards before she collapsed to her hands and knees with drool running down her chin.