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

As Prayuth leaped onto Reva’s back and held on for dear life, he couldn’t help but notice how soft and pleasing her body felt, rubbing along his. He’d had a taste of it before, but now that he was on the offensive for once, he could better appreciate thing. The soft feel of her flesh against his, the sweet hair in his face, the lovely sensation of sweat sliding against sweat…

He didn’t let these lovely sensations distract from what he was doing, but they were always present, particularly as she shook him about left and right, trying to get the monkey off her back. His response was to just get his legs up, hook them around her body and squeeze at her midsection, using his powerful legs to make the grip even tighter.

A good idea, but a moment later, he wished he’d been a little more loose. Then, maybe he could’ve slid away when she rammed him into the wall.

He hit, and he hit hard, sandwiched between Reva and the wood. It was fairly polished and smoothed, so he didn’t get anything sticking into his skin, but all the same, it was a painful affair. Pray let go of the hold and had to slide down to his feet, peeling off the wall.

But that didn’t mean he was done. He had her back now, just for a moment, and he used that temporary window to lash out with a right hook to Reva’s sides, targeting her ribs with hard strike.

Just as Reva started to shake her opponent around she would feel his well trained and powerful legs constrict her midsection, causing the giant to let out a growl of pain as she struggled to remove the pesky wrestler. His submissions were doing way more damage than Reva thought anyone would be able to do to her, driving her to the point where she actually had to act fast as she moved towards the wall.

Reva would then feel her movement be halted and hear a crash, she had managed squish Prayuth's body against the pit wall. Luckily for the redhead she must have gathered enough momentum to do deal the suffient damage need to free herself from the scissors and sleeper.

The Bombshell would feel her opponent's body sliding down against the wall and would let out a slight chuckle, believing that he was most likely too crushed to fight back. Yet again though she would experience what she thought would have been impossible, feeling the sharp sensation of his fist digging into her side with one swift punch that felt like it had the lingering effect of many.

" Agh! " Reva would cry out, taking a slight step forward as she held onto her side with one hand. The giant would be left somewhat vulnerable for a moment before she tried to turn to face Prayuth again and use the momentum of the turn to power a strong backhand. The Bombshell trying to implode Prayuth's will to fight with a strike of her own.

While Reva hadn't lost control of the match yet she was starting to believe it was possible, she didn't tend too spend much time taking blows or being grappled but this was likely the match which would have the most even competition. Since Pray had managed to slowly chop away at Reva's defence as she was in control it made him hard to deal with and likely someone who could be a threat to the giant. Reva never imagined herself losing but she could imagine herself not completely destroying her opponent, which was rare for her matches.

Was it wrong to enjoy hitting a woman?

Actually, scratch that.

Was it wrong to enjoy hitting a woman after she’d beaten the shit out of you?

Prayuth felt like the answer was no. Reva had done a thoroughly good job of working him, whipping him from one side of the ring to the other with devastating ease. He was starting to feel like there was just no end to her offense, like everything led to him getting clobbered, so it was refreshing to have a leg up on her. How long that would last was up to him.

He was ready when she swung around and tried to knock his head off - Reva was clearly many things, but she didn’t have what the geeks called a ‘varied moveset’. He was already ducking before the blow even started, which meant he had plenty of time to counter. And counter he did.

Up he came, quick as a whip, with a rising knee aimed at her stomach, looking to plant it dead center. Another one would follow after that from the same leg, as he tried to drive her back towards the center of the pit.

Reva's attempt to punish Prayuth by hammering in his skull didn't seem to work, the redhead didn't understand why and didn't give it any thought. Perhaps she just didn't swing hard or fast enough, surely that was the only explanation

Regardless Reva would pay for her failure, hitting nothing with her backhand and barely turning back to face Prayuth before he launched his knee into her body. The impact of the strike made it almost feel as if her opponent had been fired out of a cannon, the giant letting out a pained grunt as her face winced in a rare expression of pain. Her opponent connecting the knee bullseye with the middle of her stomach.

The Bombshell's suffering wouldn't end after just one strike though, as she stumbled backwards to try and make some space Prayuth closely followed, yet again lunging forward and quickly carying himself to her stomach once again. The momentum of his lunge and the sharp point of his knee both meeting the giant's body and causing her to  stumble back and almost fall to one knee in pain.

" Aghh " The redhead would roar, holding her gut with one hand and holding her other arm out towards Prayuth as if she planned to try and block his advance with one arm. her midsection would have a lingering and sharp pain, Reva barely being able to remain standing and definitely leaving herself vulnerable for another attack.

Perhaps if Reva wasn't quite as stubborn as she was then she would already have her knees on the floor, but her amazonian pride held her pained body up. Although her amazonian pride likely couldn't block an onslaught of strikes likely coming her way.

After he landed the knees, Prayuth had to take a moment and step back, really surveying his opponent. He couldn’t lie, he’d expected those blows to take her down, to at least get his opponent to drop to one knee. They’d accomplished that with some his toughest foes, veterans with bodies that had hardened to withstand the worst beatings that two fist and two feet could dish out

He hit them on Reva. He didn’t hold back. Yet, still, she stood. That was either impressive or scary. Or both.

Hardly mattered, though. Even the biggest tree would fall if you hit with the axe enough times, and Prayuth had a particularly strong swing, as it turned out.

He was a wrestler now, so he figured he’d better get used to using wrestling moves. He had a particularly good one in mind, too, as it turned out. Hardhitting and fast, to fit his style.

Prayuth pushed off the wall and spun around, turning full circle as he near Reva. At the end of the rotation he lashed out with the point of his arm to strike her with a powerful Roaring Elbow, aiming for her face - a brutal move, if it landed.

Reva managed to stay standing, but it was a stubborn and poor decision, she would even try to stay on her feet as Prayuth gathered speed and momentum for his strike. In the giant's defence her opponent was moving incredibly quickly and even if Reva was to attempt to counter or fall to the mat right now she would likely still be to slow.

The prideful redhead would end up being struck right in her gorgeous face with an elbow, letting out a pained cry as she finally fell straight backwards. The Bombshell would be left growling and groaning in pain against the mat, holding the area just above the bridge of her nose and noticing some blood on her hand before then realising she could feel the sensation of it flowing down.

Not only had Prayuth managed to take the big woman down but she had even been able to draw blood, something that left the Bombshell dumbfounded as had barely ever bled in her wrestling career. It seemed Prayuth would both be drawing Reva's first blood of the AFW and of the match, as the amazon looked up at her opponent with malice and pain in her expression.

The Bombshell would try to sit up but as soon as she did she would get a bit disorientated, she wanted to get up to her feet but the mix of the extreme pain and her momentary daze was more than enough to encourage the Reva to stay seated. She may be an amazing wrestler but Amazon was still human and a devastating blow like that would without a doubt rock anybody.

If there’d actually been a crowd in attendance, if it hadn’t just been the two of them fighting alone, the people would’ve likely winced at the Roaring Elbow’s solid hit. Prayuth had been expecting to do damage, but the move exceeded his wild expectations. It didn’t just stun her, it decimated her, knocking her down with ease.

He backed off for a moment, preparing for her to rise. Reva was a wild one, he knew she’d be retaliating soon, and when she did, he had to be ready to put her down. A knee to the chest might knock the wind out of her, and from there…

Wait, why was she still down? And was she bleeding?

Oh, fuck.

Prayuth straightened up, suddenly unsure of just what to do, here. If this were some guy in a match, he’d gladly go in for the kill, but it being a woman - a superhot woman - made it worse, somehow.

”Ah, shit.” He edged over her way and scratched the back of his head. ”Are you, ah...are you okay?”

Reva would continue to hold her pained nose, slightly moving her arms as she noticed her opponent moving. When the giant did so though she would realise no attack was coming but rather she had an apology directed towards her, something which would cause the redheads frown to develop further.

After hearing his question the amazonian would try to force herself up to her feet, taking a second to do so before responding. " Don't fucking patronise me, you're going to wish you didn't set up this stupid deathtrap after I fuck you against the walls " Reva would mouth off, clearly getting irritated at both the fact she was bleeding and her opponent's reaction to it.

Reva wasn't quite sure if she would be able to move quick enough, but regardless she would try to charge forward before trying to lower her body as she outstretched both her arms and pushed them forward. trying to harshly push Prayuth down against the pit as if she were a bully in a playground.

" If you get up then I'm slamming your stupid ass against the walls until you pass out" The Bombshell would threaten, looking down at her opponent with glaring eyes as she tried to ignore the slight trickle of blood leaking out of her forehead. Raising her hand to try and quickly wipe it away as she seemed to get even more irritated from how much it obscured her vision.

Reva had wanted a challenge and truthfully she might look back on this match in the future and remember it in a positive light, however she was quite easy to anger and drawing blood on the giant was definitely a good way to force her into a rampage. If her plan had succeeded then the Bombshell would wait on Prayuth to try and get up, planning to go with the tactic of attacking the man as he tried to get to her feet. Sure it wasn't as fair and honest a tactic as the redhead would usually employ, but perhaps it was the anger and the environment mixed that made her feel the desire to just brutalise Pray.

Prayuth wasn’t that into Western culture - he liked it well enough, sure, took some inspiration, but he’d never claim intimate knowledge about it. He recalled there always being a thing about redheads, though, how fiery they all were. It wasn’t a common hair color you found in Thailand, and he just figured it was some kind of dumb stereotype.

That was, until he met Reva. Oh, boy was she proving the stereotype.

He was just trying to do the gentlemanly thing, be nice, kind of apologize for busting her nose like that. His reward? He got shoved down, and while he wasn’t sure he was hearing it right, he was pretty sure Reva just threatened to molest him. Which he wouldn’t have minded too much. On his own terms.

”Are you fucking…” He muttered and shook his head, scarcely able to believe the words coming from Reva’s beestung lips.

He was fuming as he got up, readying himself to stand toe to toe with her. ”You’re gonna fuck me up against the wall? You been paying attention to this fight?”

Reva would hear something coming from her opponent's lips, she was about to run forward at that exact moment but the man would stop mid sentence. The Bombshell would consider this to be him remembering his place in the match and quickly stopping himself from saying anything he would regret.

But then he would get up to his feet and suggest that he was in control of the match. This almost made the Bombshell laugh before she realised he was serious, which meant something had to be done about the man who was trying to stand up to the Amazonian. Reva clearly taking offence to the notion that Prayuth had been beating her and not liking the disrespectful time, the huge redhead had bashed enough heads in back home to barely hear such things, which just made her feel like taking Prayuth down a notch even more.

"Surely you're the one who's joking, I've had you on the run this entire fucking time." Reva would state, glaring into Prayuth's eyes as he attempted to stand toe to toe with her. The Bombshell wanted to say more but this was a match and they were in a fighting pit, so she would decide to let her actions speak for her. The giant was always better at solving disputes with some good old fashioned violence, rather than talking things out which made it obvious in her mind what came next.

If Prayuth didn't attack first then the Bombshell would try to lunge forward and grasp his shoulders, before then attempting to drive one of her knees hard into his stomach. The giant may be bleeding but she wouldn't let that stop her, grabbing onto her opponent so it would be eaiser to guide her knee right into the mans body.

Reva may have taken some painful blows and many of those may still be stinging the giant, but there was no way on hell she was letting him get off with running his lips. The mix between the challenge made to the redhead's inflated ego and the rage built up from being made to bleed would have the giant woman ample motivation to try and start decimating her opponent.