Reva Devonport vs. Prayuth 'Pray' Sakda -To The Victor

Match Type: Pit Fight
Victory Conditions: Submission or KO

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It was amazing what you could pull off in the AFW if you flashed the right amount of money at the right people.

When Pray had originally floated the idea of a pit fight for his debut match, the AFW officials had been a little iffy on the idea, especially with how he was proposing it. They didn’t typically go for things like this, matches so far out of the ring, and they feared it would smack of being a little theatrical. Understandable concerns.

Luckily, Pray’s agent had a talk with them, convinced them of the draw such a match would create with Pray’s fanbase, and floated a couple of checks their way. At the end of the day, he got exactly what he wanted.

What he wanted, was this - located in one of the AFW’s private areas, there was a large room with an earthen floor. It was typically meant for mud matches, but Prayuth had a few modifications made. In the middle of the room, a hole had been dug out in the shape of an octagon, about eight feet deep. Wooden walls had been fashioned on each side of the hole’s interior, sturdy and jagged. Not the sort of thing one would want to be slammed into.

It looked like something out of a movie, which was was precisely what Pray was going for. Cameras were set up all over the room to catch the action, which meant that he could edit this fight to make sure it got the best angles...and the best moments...and that it would leave out any potentially embarrassing pratfalls.

Prayuth showed up in his gear, looking every bit like a character from one of his movies. He was wrapped up tight on his hands and feet, with his chest bared for all the world to see, and his signature trunks proudly displaying his name in the back. He nodded to a couple of tech guys in the room, just some minor crew to make sure everything stayed in working order, and then he hopped down into the pit.

The floor was a little grimy, had some light mud, but nothing that would slow him down in the least. Pray threw out a few lightning fast kicks in the air, limbering up, and paced around the pit with his hands on his hips. He felt good, ready, strong, and all he needed was for his opponent to show up. He’d asked management to set him up with someone particularly tough - she’d be a woman, of course, so he couldn’t expect too much, but all the same, he wanted someone who could at least hang against him long enough to make his win seem impressive.

Bonus points if she was hot, too...

Reva had been told that this was going to have a unique match, the redhead wasn't exactly sure why or how such a thing had been organised. The Bombshell was honestly wondering if she had just got involved with something sketchy, the redhead was told to ditch her attire and just wear her bikini and some white trainers - which was more than a little bit worrying. Reva wouldn't spend much time on the details of the match though, being completely drawn in by the spectacle of the structure before her and the idea of launching her opponent from one side of the pit to the other.

Reva let out a quick whistle as the Brit admired the structure, thinking about just how much it resembled something out of Game of thrones. The Bombshell had to wonder if her opponent had spent as much time preparing for the match as he had preparing the pit. After all, such a great set up would be worthless if the match consisted of her throwing her opponent around for 10 minutes before beating him.

Reva would walk towards the hallowed out area in the middle of the room before sitting down and pushing herself into it, landing on her feet comfortably as the giant looked over her opponent. 

The redhead would smile a bit at her opponent, glad to finally find him after having to go through the effort of locating the private arena. Truthfully Reva just wanted to get right to the action. The Brit with anticipation high would start giving the obligatory greeting before starting the beat down. " I hope you're worth the effort I put into finding this place! " Reva would call out, still pretty annoyed that the AFW had made a woman of her caliber spend valuable moments of her day looking for the private arena. The somewhat irritated giant would approach Prayuth as she spoke, planning to finally get the competition under way, trying to ignore the less than clean condition of the floor she was walking over.

Reva would then hold her hands out for a test of strength. it seemed kind of odd to do such a thing in a pit fight, but the giant likely wasn't as fast as her smaller opponent. So the redhead would just start the match the way she usually did, by letting her opponent make the mistake of challenging her strength.

Prayuth was not a patient man, particularly in matters that involved women and fighting. Combining the two just made him doubly anxious. The AFW was full of beautiful women from around the world, and he was eager to see just where this ‘Reva’ fit.

He wasn’t disappointed. The woman who entered was a well-built thing with hardly an ounce of fat to be seen on her svelte body. Thighs, chest, hips, all of them were in an acceptable proportion, and she had a lovely head of hair going on. He was glad he’d managed to get the bikini requirement tossed in, as well, because he would’ve hated to have an unneeded layer of clothing to ruin his view.

When she whistled, he whistled back, looking at her with his arms folded and a smirk. He kept that smirk as she descended into the ring and walked his way, but it dropped a bit when she came near. That was when he noticed a rather important detail.

She was taller than him. Much taller.

He chewed his lip and threw a quick glance to the cameras. That would look weird on the tapes, be a hard sell. Her body would probably be blocking his face more than he’d like, and he wasn’t sure he could pull of his best moves on her like this.

Annoying, but he was already in this. No backing out now. He’d just have to work close with his people during the editing process. ”Damn straight, I’m worth the time.” Pray cracked his knuckles and moved into his fighting stance. Arms up, one leg raised, bouncing on his heels. ”Just try to keep up, okay? Let’s make this look good.”

She brought her hands up for the test of strength, and Pray accepted - after a moment of hesitation. She was bigger, so she’d have the leverage, but he was a man with a man’s muscles. He should be able to overpower her easily enough, and it would certainly set the tone.

Eager and willing, he locked fingers with her and poured on the pressure, pushing against her hard and slamming their bodies together.

Reva watched Prayuth cracking his knuckles, she knew that was probably for the camera to catch. The Bombshell noticing pretty quickly that Pray had been trying to keep in view of the cameras behind her. Truthfully it was hard for her not to notice when he blatantly looked right at it. 

The redhead would then feel Pray's hands locking with hers, the Bombshell was perhaps being a little bit overconfident as she had leisurely planned to increase her strength, assuming that Prayuth was all show and no strength. Reva would be surprised to find Pray slamming his manly body against hers with a significant level of strength. Reva would let out a slight blush as their bodies collided, her large breasts almost falling out of her bikini as they squished against the area just above his chest.

The Bombshell would then have a change of mind pretty quickly, the redhead putting all her strength into pushing Prayuth, the Brit even letting her embarrassment fuel her as she attempted to use her trained strength to push back hard.

Reva would continue this for a few moments before then attempting to force his hands to the side of his body and then letting go suddenly before charging forward, planning to bump into her opponent chest first and hopefully knock him to the dirty floor. The Bombshell Hoping to give her opponent an embarrassing moment in exchange for the one she had just had.

There was a trick to this sort of thing, one that Pray had learned a long time ago, one that let him make it to stardom where so many other types like him had failed. He was skilled, but it wasn’t just enough to be skilled. There were plenty of fighters just as good as him, maybe better, who’d fallen to the wayside once the camera lights came on.

Prayuth wasn’t just good. He was good at looking good. As he grappled with Reva, he kept his hair in place, his kept them centered, he made sure to look clear, calm, and completely in control. There was theatre, here, and he knew exactly how to manage it.

Until Reva hauled off and dumped him on his ass.

For a moment, he sat up, perplexed and puzzled, trying to figure out what had just gone down. He hadn’t slipped, he hadn’t tripped. Reva pushed him and he fell down. It didn’t seem to make sense, but there he was, flat on his back, like a turtle knocked on shell.

Not a good look. He’d be editing that one out.

Mildly irritated, Pray hopped back to his feet and resumed his stance, this time a tad more wary as he moved across the ring. ”Okay, so you’re a little strong.” His smirk returned. ”I can work with that.”

This time he moved in fast and went low, throwing out a sweep kick aimed at the side of her knees. With those long tree trunks for legs, it was just a matter of chopping them down.

Reva would watch Prayuth get up to his feet, giving him only a minute before she started closing in again. " Don't you worry, I'll be doing most the work. You just need to look good for the cameras when I launch you across this pit. " The redhead would announce in her consistent confident tone as she slowly approached.

The Bombshell had gave Prayuth a little bit of space after their first exchange, but she didn't plan to constantly let him prepare for her. The redhead had gave him some time to get his gears going and now it was time for the onslaught of destruction to begin.

As Reva approached Prayuth though she would suddenly notice the man spring forward and shoot out his leg, low enough for it to be mostly out of the giant's line of sight. " Gah!" the redhead would gasp as the kick connected hard, prompting one of Reva's knees to fold in on itself causing the giant to lose her balance. The Brit falling onto her behind after a slight stumble, her rear having a harsh landing on the floor and her knee having a lingering sting of pain.

While Reva had been taken to the ground she wouldn't seem too upset or panicked, the tricky little bastard managed to get a painful and effective hit in. The Bombshell preferred it that way though, her opponent was actually shaping up to have amazing speed to match his already high level of power. Which just meant that when Reva was dominating him it would feel all the more satisfying.

There were people that thought that, just because he was good enough to land a kick and make it look much harder than it really was, that Prayuth was completely uncomfortable with landing real kicks and doing real damage. Well, from now on, all they had to do was ask Reva is his real kicks hurt. She’d set them straight.

”Careful now.” He hopped back as she fell flat on her butt. Now it was her turn to look flustered. ”You’ve got a great body going on, would really, really hate to bust it up too bad.”

A little chauvinistic, yeah. Once more, editing was his friend.

Feeling a little cocky, he hopped back on his heels and gave her some space to stand up. Being a gentleman. ”Hey, if this full contact stuff is a little much for you, we can always make this a little more...intimate.” He shrugged. ”I mean, I wasn’t looking for hentai, but if that’s all you can handle, I’m down.”

Reva would direct her eyes towards Pray, the Brits casual glance turning into a slight glare as he mentioned busting up her body. She didn't mind having a challenge but it was important not to let people get too big for their roles. " It would take more than you to bust up my body, little man. " Reva would sternly joke. The bombshells voice not showing the same change in mood as her face was, although she was certain her point would get across anyway.

The redhead then realising that Prayuth was giving her time to get up would accept that courtesy as she pushed against the mat to get up to her feet, giving her leg a quick shake to dismiss the pain before progressing on with the fight. " Hentai can come later, I didn't walk my big ass all the way over here just for a light fucking " Reva would respond, slowly moving towards Prayuth.

As soon as Reva was within less then 10 feet of her opponent the Bombshell would break into a sudden run, trying to drive her fist hard into Prayuth's gut to repay him for the blow she had just taken. If she had succeeded with that then the redhead would try to wrap her big arms around Pray from the front to lock him in a bearhug and squeeze to add pressure, more so to restrain him while she thought of what came next than to actually do much damage.

Reva would usually just throw or slam her opponent into the mat but considering this was a special kind of match she felt the urge to change her style for the occasion, focusing on her more animistic fighting style rather than her well trained wrestling style.

Pray couldn’t help but smile even wider at Reva’s words. This one had fight in her. He liked fight. As much as he wished she’d been smaller to make this scene work, he would’ve hated it a lot more if this had been the opposite, if she’d been some weak, mewling little pup of a girl. This one was as fiery as her hair, wild and mean. It would translate well on the camera.

”Oh, don’t you worry, big girl.” He bounced from foot to foot, spry as a sprite. ”I don’t do light fucking. Chances are, I’m more than you can handle.”

Yeah, he’d definitely be editing that one out.

He thought he was ready for her this time, as she moved in again, but she came at him with a surprising burst of speed, her long legs closing the distance faster than a woman her size had any right to. The next thing he knew, he had a fist buried in his stomach. The next thing he knew after that, he was being lifted up and pressed tight against her, which he normally would’ve liked very much. If only there wasn’t so much excruciating pain to go along with it.

He let out a long, agonized croak as he was pressed against her hard body, thrashing into her with everything he had. Her muscles were like iron, crushing iron around him, and it only seemed to get worse by the second, closing in tight on his rib cage. Desperate, he threw his head forward and tried to hit her with a headbutt, square in the middle of her pretty face.

Reva heard Pray's big claims, she would have to see if he would repeat that after the Bombshell destroyed and used the man to her will. She was feeling pretty motivated now that Prayuth had told her something that the Brit had interpreted as being a challenge.

Reva was a tiny bit disappointed that Prayuth didn't make it a big harder for her to catch him, the redhead knew she was fast but the fact that Pray didn't even consider her being fast enough to catch him was insulting. the Bombshell knew that her opponent was fast and concluded that he was taking her lightly otherwise that hold would have been much more difficult to lock on.

The busty redhead would keep her squeeze on, curious to see how long she could squish her opponent's body for before he found a way out. Although she would soon find out that such things weren't going to work on her tricky opponent.

Just as Reva was getting comfortable with the hold she would catch a quick flash of her opponent moving, just before feeling an eruption of pain from her face." Uah!" The giant would cry out as she released the bearhug, pushing her opponent to the side as she stumbled back a few feet and covered her nose with her hands for a short moment before lunging forward again. 

Reva at that moment would be in a somewhat blind rage, the redhead attempting to reveal her pained nose again as she threw her huge arm forward in a somewhat sloppy but quick and rage fuelled clothesline. Although her aim would be a little off to start with and her battle savvy foe was likely used to dodging attacks of that nature. At this point it was Reva's pained body lashing out rather than the redhead actually making any conscious plans of attacks.