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

Now.

If Prayuth was going to do anything, anything at all to turn this around, it had to be now. Laila was proving to be one of the most destructive foes he’d ever gone against, relentless from the start. Most of his opponents played around a little, had some fun, but she was obsessed with putting him in the ground as soon as possible. Or maybe that was just her idea of fun.

But it wasn't his. He was in a desperate position, and as such, he deemed it necessary to employ a desperate measure.

He could feel her falling backwards, giving him a good idea of where she was going and what she was about to do. As they tumbled, he tried to wrap his arms around her head pull it back, looking to slam the back of her skull into the mat and make it a bad landing for the both of them.

Laila's powerful muscles were on full display as she stretched Prayuth across her shoulders, the audience now getting an excellent view of Laila's fit, firm abs and toned muscles, up on display quite close to  Prayuth's own washboard abdomen and powerful figure even as he was stretched helplessly against his foe's shoulders. Taking several deep breaths as she briefly basked in her dominance, Laila tilted back...

...and felt Prayuth's arm suddenly snatch around her head. She could only give a brief cry of alarm before her head collided violently with the mat! Her skull bounced off, rebounding forcefully before she flopped onto her back again, a faint look of surprise crossing her face as she stared up at the lights, dazed by Prayuth's sudden and effective counter attack. The crowd went wild as Prayuth got a rare counter in in this match!

The crowd was taken aback by Prayuth’s counter, but no one was more shocked than the man himself. To call it an ass-pull would’ve been too generous. He didn’t just think it up by the last second, but by the last millisecond, and there were so many ways it could’ve blown up in his face and hurt her more than it did him.

Cosmic luck was on his side for once, it seemed. Not only did that move take her out, but it put her in a perfect position to be pinned, something that he was all too happy to take care of in due haste.

”Workworkwork-” He was quick to scramble over her body and grab the leg, holding tight to secure a pinfall. The referee dropped down and started the count right away, slapping hard on the mat.

”1…!”

Laila blinked rheumily as she stared up at the lights. At first, she couldn't understand where that ringing was coming from. Then it occurred to her thst she had been hit. Not I just That, but hit hard, nailed in a counter that she simply hadn't been expecting.

Hm. Maybe that's why her leg was being pulled back right now.

Clenching her teeth, Laila twisted sharply to the side, getting a shoulder up. She wasn't about to lose to some cheap, lucky counter, thay was for sure...

Deep down, Prayuth knew that there was no way he was going to pin Laila with...whatever someone would call the move he just did. Aside from the fact that it wasn’t all that impactful, he hadn’t hurt her nearly enough to make it a finishing blow, still had a long, long way to go before she was anything near pinnable.

Still, worth a shot. Besides, he had to start someone. Journey of a thousand miles began with one step, all that.

She got her shoulder up, Prayuth didn’t make a move to stop her right away. He even helped her do it, pushing her over to her side when she thrashed about it. It put her in a great position, after all, exposing her back to all kinds of punishment.

With a grip on her arm, Prayuth pushed up, just enough for him to reel his leg back and drive his knee hard into the base of her spine, making sure to drive the point home, right on the bone, going for the best damage.

For the first real time in this match, Laila was in trouble. Prayuth's counter had left her dazed, and now she was suddenly dazed and...she hated this word...helpless against whatever he had planned next. She groaned as she managed to get a shoulder up, but that just enabled Prayuth to get a hold of her arm, pushing her over onto her side.

A sharp pain jolted through her spine, causing her to gasp, despite herself, and roll onto her front as Prayuth's knee rammed into her spine. She clenched her teeth, strangling the gasp into a pained hiss as she rolled onto her front, trying to get her hands and knees under her before Prayuth started using her for kicking practice...

Why wouldn’t this woman stay down?

The knees that Prayuth was unloading into her body were no sissy lovetaps, not by any stretch of the imagination. They were sort of blows that could leave men broke, could have them tapping out on the floor for fear of their broken bones. He’d shattered men with them before.

But not her. She just kept getting up. It was equal parts annoying and disturbing, and he wanted it to end. Now.

As Laila started to push up, Prayuth leaped on her back and tried to wrap her arms around her neck and his legs around his waist, clamping on tight for a rear naked choke - at least, how he thought the move was done. He wasn’t sure if he had it locked it right, might’ve messed it up with the arms. Either way, he was weighing her down, making her life harder, and he could settle for that.

Another knee followed. Then another, and another, each blow exploding against her spine like a cannonball. Laila wasn't going to lie, it hurt. A lot. It was taking a lot of effort on her part to just stay on her knees, to keep her face twisted tight and not show any pain before her opponent. Damn it, though, Prayuth had powerful legs.

Laila was this close to being floored once and for all by Prayuth's kicks when he made a fateful mistake: he abandoned his advantageous position and got close. Laila felt Prayuth leap against her back, grabbing her arms and wrapping them around her throat in a surprising Japanese stranglehold! At the same time, his legs snapped around her firm waist, locking tight in a scissor.

Okay, that was doing it. After the repeated punishment his knees had inflicted on Laila's abs, Prayuth's scissor hurt. A lot. Despite herself, Laila let out a sharp cry of pain, and began to groan.

Gritting her teeth, she fought back the only way she could: she dropped back, hoping to flatten Prayuth onto his back, while starting to pull with her arms to get them free...

The crowd had been relatively subdued before. Not because the match was boring, far from it, but because they didn’t seem sure who to root for. They didn’t care too much for Prayuth, not caring for the movie star encroaching on wrestling territory, but Laila was a fresh face, and they seemed unsure what to make of her. Her quiet dominance, her fierce aura, her exotic look. It was a unique package, one they hadn’t digested before.

But now, as Prayuth locked in his stranglehold, they started to get their energy, rising out of their seats. Some cheered him on, wanting to see an upset victory. Others rooted for Laila, wanting her to escape and put Prayuth back under her heel.

Prayuth himself couldn’t have cared less about any of their opinions. He just wanted to survive, and so he held on tight, squeezed away, crushed her steely body as best he could.

She was weakening. She had to be, right? Just a bit more, and she’d fall, and he could go home and take the longest, hottest bath of his entire life. ”Come on, just go to sleep, go the fuck to-”

Prayuth’s face filled with horror and surprise when she suddenly fell back, planting him on the mat and crushing him underneath her body. The shock wasn’t enough to make him let go, but he lost his strength for a crucial moment, turning the painful hold into little more than an embrace, leaving him to wallow beneath her bulk.

Laila dropped back, crushing Prayuth's back against the mat in the process. She heart him grunt, loudly, and the grip on her wrists and the thighs around her midsection loosening as he impacted against the mat. Taking a deep breath, Laila pulled again, trying now to get her arms free now that Prayuth had been weakened substantially. Steading her breathing, she pulled, hard.

If she managed to get her arms free, then she would roll, with Prayuth's legs still around her waist, so that she was looking down face-to-face with her foe. For a moment, the crowd would give a chorus of cheers and hoots, partly because these two attractive, fit and sweaty wrestlers were practically embracing face to face, and partly because it looked for a second like Laila was inches away from a kiss.

That was, until Laila grabbed a hold of Prayuth's hair with both hands, and with a stern glare, moved to stand up, pulling him up with her! If she managed that, then she would abrutply drop down to her knees, aiming to ram Prayuth's back hard into the mat!