Laila Nazari vs. Prayuth 'Pray' Sakda - The Huntress and the Hunted

Prayuth rolled away from Laila like his life depended on it, because, mostly likely, it did. It was becoming abundantly clear that her Terminator act was, in fact, not one bit of an act. The woman was every bit as dangerous as she put on, and if he made too many wrong steps, she’d put him through the ring.

So, yeah, he was intimidated. Didn’t mean he would let her know it, though.

”What's that?” He popped to his feet as fast as he could and faced her, not wanting to give another inch. "Couldn't quite hear you!”

A bold declaration, and he rushed towards her with the intent of making it a reality.

Prayuth spun about as he closed the distance, whipping about in one, furious twist. At the end of the rotation, he lifted his leg up and lashed out, spending all the momentum with one strike to the head, hoping to down her with a tornado kick.

Laila had to admit, she was getting really annoyed at this point. Prayuth was proving to be both a tenacious and a resourceful fighter. Admittedly, she had been hoping for a challenging match, but all the same, nothing pissed her off like having a pin attempt reversed into an attack like that. Her head was still ringing as well: that just made her even more angry. So far, an increasingly bad combination for Prayuth.

As she faced him once again, she saw him darting back, no doubt preparing for a big move. There was a flash of crimson and of boots as his leg suddenly blurred outwards in a devastating kick...

...only for it to hit empty air as Laila suddenly exploded into movement, spinning to the side. Maintaing the momentum of her spin, Laila swooped in from out of nowhere at the hopefully surprised Prayuth, aiming to take him down with a powerful clothesline!

”Oh, shit.”

Those words came out of Prayuth’s mouth the moment it became clear that his kick was hitting nothing but air. He knew Laila was fast for her size, but he’d underestimated just how nimlbe the woman really was, thought he’d be able to tag her before she could get her bearings straight. It turned out that he was wrong on that front. Very, very wrong.

His only chance now was to recover before she had a chance to take advantage. He brought his legs down, spun about, prepared to dodge whatever was coming his way, and if he’d been a fraction of a second faster, he might’ve done it.

But he wasn't. He just wasn’t.

Laila’s clothesline hit dead on, smacking his so hard in the head that it forced him to do an unwanted flip, spiraling once through the air before he came down hard on his chest. The spin left his dizzy and the blow left him stunned, ensuring that he wouldn’t be getting up under his own power for a few good moments.

The huntress now had her Pray exactly where she wanted him.

Striding around the stricken Prayuth, Laila took a few seconds to admire her handiwork. Prayuth had described a rather impressive arc through the air after being stricken by her clothesline, and now was lying floored underneath her, his fit chest rising and falling as he gasped for breath. She had to admit, it felt good to have a fit guy like Prayuth at her feet, paralyzed and at her mercy. It gave her a nice, tantalizing thrill that she couldn't get anywhere else.

"Don't lie down now," she said cooly as she circled Prayuth. "We're just getting started." Grabbing a headful of Prayuth's hair, she pulled him into a sitting position, before sitting behind him and locking her long, powerful legs around his head in a figure four head scissor, leaning back on her palms as she started to squeeze him between her leg and thigh. "Let's see if you're as hard-headed as you look, prey!"

Prayuth’s mind was focused on two things: how he’d lost control of things and what he’d do to get them back.

The first answer was a simple one, in his mind. Laila was just strong as hell, hit like a freight train, and he’d had the misfortune of being on her tracks at the wrong time. The second answer, though, he wasn’t so sure on, since he was currently on his back, laid out, coming out of a daze.

But he wasn’t so out of it that he couldn’t register the heavy footsteps around him, as she stalked him like some wild beast around her helpless prey. Waiting. Watching. Taunting.

She wasn’t content to be a passive observer for long, however. Before he could even think, she had him setting up, brought her legs around his neck, and-

”Grah!” He let out a choked gasp as Laila’s thighs clamped down tight on his head, cutting off the circulation like a switch. He brought his hands up and pulled at them, but he swore, he would’ve had better luck pulling his head out of an actual anaconda’s grasp.

Laila at this point was casually leaning back on her palms, letting her powerful legs do most of the work as she squeezed Prayuth's head between the two powerful and sexy limbs. She could see Prayuth's face turning a shade of beet red as his circulation was cut off, his hands pawing uselessly at her thighs. Leaning over so that her face was hovering over his, she locked eyes with him, a faint smile now on her lips.

"Enjoying yourself?" she asked, easing the scissor somewhat to allow him to take a few stifled breaths. Almost as soon as she did that, she suddenly tightened her grip again. "If you are, trust me, you soon won't be."

And with that, she pushed her palms off the mat to roll onto her front, turning Prayuth with her. Without a moment's hesitation, she started using her grip with her legs to ram his face over and over again into the mat with brutal force, releasing him only the fifth slam.

Okay, this wasn’t so bad.

It wasn’t good, obviously. Having your head crushed like a walnut was rarely ever fun thing, but it actually was something he’d gotten used to since he’d joined the AFW. He had Giulia La Rocca to thank for that, he suspected. Her and the extended torture session she put him through a few weeks ago, which featured many, many instances of her crushing his skull between her enveloping thighs.

That didn’t help, exactly. Didn’t make him immune to unbelievably strong legs. But it did let him know what was happening and help him deal with the pain.

At least, until Laila rolled over and started humping his face into the mat.

”Unh!” Again.”Damn it!” And again.
”Fuck!” And again, damn it.
”Come on!” Shit.
”Really?!”

When she was done hammering and let him go, all he could do was roll on his back and moan, rubbing his aching skull. ”That…” He started to sit up and failed, falling flat on his back. ”That as hard as you can hit?”

In a move that was half devastation, half show of dominance, Laila used her powerful legs to ram Prayuth's head again in again into the mat in a percussive drumbeat. Eventually, she released him and rolled off of him, glancing down to admire her handiwork. Prayuth was flat on his back, trying and failing to stand back up as his own dazed senses rebelled against him. It was a pity to see him struggling so much, she quietly thought to herself: Prayuth really had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Also, he wasn't a bad looking guy either.

Her mind was quickly changed when he made that weak taunt, asking if that was all she had. Clearly, he was a glutton for punishment, then.

"Don't ask for things you don't want to know the answer to," she responded, leaining down to grab a handful of Prayuth's hair. Dragging him upright, she would push him onto his knees before grabbing one of his arms and tucking his head under one of hers, digging a knee into his back as she leaned back to lock him in a dragon sleeper. "Come on, don't disappoint me now, prey," she purred as she started to stretch away at him, her muscles and Pray's both showing from their exertion. "Try to get out of this."

No, taunting the bestial, slightly crazed powerhouse of a woman who seemed to take pleasure from beating him around the ring was not the wisest thing that he’d ever done. He could admit that readily. Maybe it was just a remnant of the roles he played. That tough, macho guy thing. Never say die. Never give up. Always asked for more. ‘Thank you, sir, may I have another?’”

Regardless of the sanity of his suggestion, Laila was more than willing to meet the task, a fact he discovered as she yanked him up, wrapped his head up with her taut arm, and yanked it back into one of the most uncomfortable positions he could imagine. Prayuth had to bite back a croak as his back was bent an unnatural angle, straining his midsection and choking the life out of him.

He pulled at her arm, but she had the hold clamped on far too tight for that, too well locked. No, he needed another option. A quick fix.

The ropes.

It wasn’t the most reliable choice, but he decided to go for it. Prayuth planted her feet on the mat and put his powerful leg muscles to work for a different purpose than usual, trying to drive the two of them back towards the ropes over the mat, attempting to push them into the ropes and force a break.

To his credit, Prayuth was putting up a decent struggle. She felt him squirming and writhing in her grip, his head trapped between her arm and her chest, being steadily ground down by a wall of solid muscle. His breathing stifled quickly, but he wasn't giving up, even as his movements began to slow down. Still, Laila realized with growing disappointment that he was starting to weaken drastically. This might be the end of the match after all.

That is, until Prayuth's legs-- powerful limbs designed for kicking an opponent's head off-- dug into the mat and pushed back. Laila was surprised to find Prayuth suddenly powering the two of them backwards, until the ropes were pressing against her mostly bare back. The ref called on her to break, and she exhaled a deep breath, not hiding her annoyance, but making sure to hide that she was impressed.

Releasing Pray, Laila stood back up, grabbing a hold of Pray's head as she did so. Unless he stopped her, Laila would simply wrap one arm around his shoulders, and another around his thigh, before trying to lift him vertically off the mat and bringing him down across her knee in a backbreaker! She didn't want to literally break his back, mind you, so she tried to be careful with the blow, but still...she wanted his back hurting.