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

How long could Reva keep him locked up in the bearhug? Good question. The answer? Far too long for his liking.

His little trick worked and he managed to get free, but not without paying a price for it. Pray’s ribs were far from broken - he was much too sturdy for that - but they were hurting quite a bit, way more than he’d liked for a fight that had only just begun. He winced and staggered away on uneasy feet, and he wasn’t sure if it was just from the pain or the sheer surprise that Reva, a woman, could hurt him so much in a short amount of time.

He looked up, just in time to see a wild arm coming straight for his head, and it was only because of pure reflex that he managed to duck under it and avoid the decapitating blow. He could feel it sliding off his hair, missing by inches, a harsh reminder of just what sort of power he was dealing with.

But he had to press his attack, he knew that much. He stayed low and lashed out, throwing a quick uppercut to Deva’s stomach, trying to knock her back before she could fully recover.

Reva's large frame would almost follow her swing, the redhead not even noticing her opponent's quick strike until it connected hard with her jaw.The Bombshell had almost unbelievable levels of endurance and durability but even the rough skinned red head would stumble back a few feet after such a well placed strike. holding her pained jaw as she tried to calm herself rather than going in for another blind attack.

As soon as Reva got hit with the uppercut she would use her big arms to block of any other potential hits to her face, she was pained but not enough to completely forget to defend herself. The British Bombshell holding her arms high and waiting for Prayuth to follow through with his attack, although if he didn't act quick enough then she would take the initiative. 

Reva would lower her arms as she attempt to rush Prayuth again, just this time she would lower her body right as she approached the man and try to wrap her big arms around his waist. The redhead following up immediately after by attempting to hoist Prayuth off the ground and move one hand to his head and the other to his crotch as she tried to slam him viciously down on the flat floor in a body slam.

The giant had already learned that her opponent was quick and had infuriatingly painful strikes, so for now her game plan would be to keep him on the floor if possible. Although it was likely that no matter what kind of opponent she was facing she likely would have adapted the same strategy, the Bombshell was a woman who went with the flow and in most her matches the flow just happened to go right into the mat - or in this case the floor.

”Tag!”

There was no holding back the smile on Pray’s face when he landed that uppercut and put the giantess right back on the defensive, where she belonged. She was stronger than him - marginally - and he could accept that, but as long as hit her more than she hit him, he was confident about taking the win, here. So far, things were looking good.

He threw a few quick punches at her guard, keeping her pestered, setting her up for the big hit - a kick, and one aimed at her skull. Prayuth moved back for it, lifted his leg, prepared to swing…

...then, all of the sudden, Reva was on him, grabbing him tight by the waist and hoisting him up like a father with a newborn child. Up, up, up he went, then down, down, down he came, crashing hard into the dirt floor with a meaty splat. Not good for his back, at all, a clear fact from the way he was squirming.

After slamming her opponent down to the mat the redhead would let out a quick breath of relief, truthfully she hadn't even noticed the kick that was coming her way, the giant managing to charge in before it completely by chance.

Reva wasn't about to waste the opportunity to get a few hits back on Pray, his strikes definitely would leave a mark and the Brit almost felt challenged to return the favour. So the Bombshell would attempt to do exactly that by throwing her big body on top of Prayuth's downed form, trying to land in a straddle position with her huge rear pressing hard against his crotch.

" I bet this wont look good for your cameras " The Brit would say, smirking as she pulled her arm back and tried to launch it forward into Prayuth's face for a hopefully painful punch, her body somewhat turning as she tried to use her own weight to strengthen her strike.

Reva would then take a second to let the camera get this scene before then attempting to grasp onto both of Prayuth's arms and push them hard into the floor. The bombshell usually tried to pin down her opponents later in the match to show dominance but with the cameras locked on them she felt the urge to show off her strength as much as possible.

Yeah, in hindsight, he was Pray was regretting the dirt floor.

He’d been going for a sort of Kickboxer look, wanting to capture the feel of the Jean Claude classic that inspired a lot of his own movies. Nice, gritty, evoking an underground fight club. All well and good, until you dealt with the realities of the situation.

The dirt was softer than hitting the bare floor, but not by much. His spine would be feeling it for days, and having a woman Reva’s size sit down on him didn’t do it any favors. Even though having her sit on his crotch had some pleasant bonuses to it.

”If you wanted to be on top-” His taunt was cut short by a punch to the face, a heavy blow that left Pray a dazed. Only for a second, but that was all the time Reva needed to pin his arms down and complete the straddle, trapping him against the floor.

He grunted and struggled, kicked and bridged, but Reva was just too heavy for it. All he accomplished was rubbing his bulge against her, which he did like, but would’ve liked a lot more if he was on top.

Reva would smile down at Pray, although she would blush a slight bit as she felt Pray's bulge rubbing against her. That didn't mean she didn't like the feeling though, the fact that her opponent was trying to move her but couldn't both turned the redhead on a slight bit and fed her ego. 

" You say that as if you planned to be on top " Reva would respond, seemingly not acknowledging the fact that she had just cut him off mid sentence with a weighty punch. the redhead would then feel his bulge rubbing against her more and as she continued to blush decided to go with a different method of beat down.

The Bombshell would try to place her hands on Prayuth's skull as she tried to stand up with one leg at both sides of her opponent's body. The giant trying to drag him to his feet before running towards the nearest pit wall and trying to move one of her hands from Pray's head to his back as she tried to launch him into it, throwing him in a way where his back would hit the wall if all went according to plan.

Reva had gave up on her tactic of keeping him down pretty quickly, although she was somewhat of a sexual fighter she preferred to be in control. Unfortunately for the scarlet haired Bombshell though she tended to get overwhelmed almost unbelievably easy and so had developed the tactic of beating her opponent to the point where they can barely move, before having her way with them. Since it would be too easy for her opponents to turn the table on her otherwise.

Despite being in a poor position, Pray tried to save face, keeping up that trademark smile that his fans knew, loved and adored. He even had a little quip to go with it, though he wasn’t sure the cameras could pick it up. Having a two-hundred pound woman on you made it hard to really vocalize.

”Hey,” Pray gave Reva a quick wink, using the eyes that would likely be growing a bruise soon. It stung. Bad choice. ”Maybe I did plan it that way. Seems to be working out all right.”

For all his bluster, that was an obvious lie, one he doubted anyone would buy. He didn’t intend to get flattened like this, and he damn sure didn’t want to be lifted up and hurled into the wooden wall like a ragdoll. But that was what happened.

He hit the wall hard and slid down, just managing to stay on his feet as he hobbled forward.

Reva would smile as she watched Prayuth hit against the wall, happy to see his flesh crash hard against it. " The only way this would be working alright is if you get off on getting your ass kicked. Which Is starting to seem quite believable actually " Reva would retort, walking towards Prayuth at a quick pace than before until she finished her retort.

Once Reva got out what she wanted to say she would try to run towards Prayuth and bring up her knee when within reach, the Bombshell trying to slam her knee right into her opponent's stomach.

The beautiful giant did like showing off her strength in a unique setting but at the same time she was getting a tiny bit bored of beating her opponent. After his shows of speed and strength she thought he would at least offer more of a challenge. Although it was quite impressive that he was taking these blows and still being able to stand, although stumble would perhaps be the more accurate term.

If her opponent were trying to edit this match to make himself look good them it seemed like his editing team were going to have a difficult job, if things continued on the way they were going.

As much as Prayuth hated to admit it, Reva did have a point. This wasn’t looking good for him, not in the least, and he definitely needed to start working on changing things about. Even if he didn’t use this footage at all, a bad loss like this would spread like wildfire through the internet. This was the sort of thing that ruined careers.

So, yeah. He needed to get his ass in gear.

He had his chance, or as good a one as he was getting. She came at him straight on, clearly going for a knee. With all the speed and strength she had, it would’ve knocked his head off his shoulders...if he’d been there to take it.

Instead, Prayuth whipped about and spun to Reva’s flank, giving her nothing but air to hit. As he made his way behind her, he jumped up, hopped on her back, and wrapped his arms around her neck, trying to pull her into a tight sleeperhold.

”This believable enough for you?” He whispered hot words into her ear and clenched the hold even tighter.

Reva tended to think of things in a pretty simplistic light, The Bombshell would recklessly attack but would assume she could handle any repercussions of that. This was of course due to her ego but on top of that she just didn't enjoy thinking things through and preferred to just deal with issues when and if issues arose. Which currently they had.

When Prayuth sneakily dodged her attack and leaped onto her back the giant would let out a low grumble but not to do much other than that for a moment as she hadn't really thought of a counter beforehand. The best possible counter the bombshell could come up with was frantically tossing and turning to try and shake her opponent off, she would soon realise that wasn't doing the trick though. So Reva would turn her attention to breaking the hold some other way before she lost too much oxygen.

"Thank you. Now I don't need to lift you myself" Reva would say, struggling to talk as she felt herself being deprived of air. In a quick act of resistance the redhead would try to hold onto Prayuth's thighs to try and keep him in his current position, before turning around so that her back was facing the pit wall. The Bombshell would then start quickly moving backwards and attempt to crush Prayuth between her own body and the wall.

At times like this Reva was glad to have the overwhelming stature that she has, without absolutely squishing her opponent against the wall she couldn't think of many other counters so her weight and height were definitely a great asset to her.