Prayuth vs. Giulia La Rocca - Seeing Stars

As bad as this was getting for him, Prayuth couldn’t deny a momentary burst of joy when his ploy seemingly worked. It took no small amount of effort, but he managed to pull her away from the ropes and out to the floor along with him, a move that he’d hope would catch her off guard and dump her out of the floor. After that, the plan was to get back in the ring while she recovered and claim the high ground.

That, however, did not happen. Instead, she stayed attached to him like some sort of inhuman limpet, her thighs never loosening as he stepped back. If anything, they just clamped tighter and harder than ever, which meant that Prayuth suddenly found himself essentially wearing the world’s cutest, heaviest necklace.

Prayuth had a fairly sturdy body, and while he wasn’t a bodybuilder, he wasn’t about to collapse from the weight alone. The problem was the lack of air, and the way she hung like a noose around his neck. It was unwieldy and awkward, and he would’ve likely fallen to his knees even if she hadn’t done what came next.

Her swinging fists connected with his knees and they instantly buckled, bringing him down on them while she still hung tight. He instinctively pulled at her thighs from the side, looking for the smallest bit of relief, but he might as well have been trying to pry his way out of steel. It was simply not happening.

His only saving grace was that the referee had restarted her count, and they were both in danger of it, now. She’d have to let go and get back inside eventually. He just hoped he was in a condition to do the same when she did.

Had it been Giulia's plan to become the world's heaviest necklace? No way. But for a moment, she was actually quite proud of her improvisation. She was like a burdock, stuck to Prayuth's body refusing to be dropped to the floor. Pros of that included, besides avoiding the obvious risk of being slammed to the ground, the possibility to showcase the strangling strength of her legs.

However, the current position was unfortunately not good as a longer-term solution. Blood started quickly rushing to Giulia's head, and even her legs would eventually start wearing out. Thus, a controlled landing was necessary.

Pounding the backs of Prayuth's knees proved out to be almost overly-efficient in achieving that. The Thai fighter was instantly brought down to his knees, and obviously becoming increasingly desperate with the Italian's legs based on the struggle his hands engaged in trying to get himself freed from their grip.

At the same time Giulia realized that the count was on again. That meant Prayuth just got lucky, she couldn't just stay there.

For a moment the Italian was just going to release the hold and get back to the ring. But then again, why not try to continue with the improvisation, while she was on a roll with it?

Taking support from Prayuth's legs, Giulia decided to try one more thing with her own legs. The two being right next to the ring, the Italian would try to use her grip to drive the Thai fighter's head to the side of the ring. If that worked out as she envisioned it to, she'd then be in a good position to roll herself away from him and get back to the ring in order to be safe from the count-out.

All of the sudden, Prayuth found himself able to sympathize with a bear caught in a bear trap.

It was his neck between squeezed, not his legs, but the analogy wasn’t too far off otherwise. He knew that Giulia had strong legs, he’d been able to see that from the outfit she was wearing, but he’d underestimated just how ungodly powerful they were. The pressure they put on his neck was insane. An unrelenting, unyielding force, one that only seemed to get stronger and fiercer with each passing moment. Every time he thought he’d seen the peak of her power, she just poured more and more on.

”Let…” He growled from between her thighs, fighting for every word and breath. ”Let go!”

To his surprise, she did as he asked. After she’d rammed his head into the side of the ring.

His head was swimming before, and now it was practically drowning, swept away as the sudden shock and pain rattled his skull. He did the only thing he could do: he flopped down to the floor in a heap, looking up as Giulia scrambled her way back into the ring.

So much for that whole idea. Should’ve just gotten back into the damn ring in the first place. That was what he got for trying to be clever.

Yes, Giulia was going to let go. And she just might have had done so, all nice and easy, hadn't she gotten the other idea. It was a fun and useful thing to try, plus it might score her some points in the eyes of the audience for being imaginative. And her idea worked perfectly - Prayuth got his head promptly rammed to the side of the ring.

The fact that he had made demands right before it only made Giulia feel more pleased about herself. She wasn't a girl who would let men tell her what to do, whether she was in a ring or not. Or like in this case, supposed to be in the ring anyway.

"Don't tell me what to do!" the Italian shouted at Prayuth's direction as she rolled herself around and stood up. To be honest though, it didn't look like the message was being understood. The ramming had evidently taken its toll.

And that was naturally just a good thing. Giulia had the perfect opportunity to get back in the ring, free from any distractions. Also, the ref girl's count was reaching five again, so Prayuth would have to kinda hurry back in order to stay in the game. And Giulia wasn't feeling like giving any mercy to him.

Back in the ring, this time the Italian didn't engage in any celebrative or showy activities. Instead, she stayed right next to the spot where Prayuth had collapsed to the floor. And it seemed like the perfect opportunity to remind him of the stakes of this match.

"Hey, bambino, I must warn you... If I have to carry you out of here myself, that'll mean extra punishment for you..."

Saying those words Giulia might have sounded vaguely flirty, but to be honest, she meant exactly what she said.

Prayuth was starting to intensely dislike this woman.

He wouldn't start throwing out the ‘H’ word yet, but she was steadily working her way to it, as it became more and more apparent. The taunting was one thing, that he could deal with, but every move she'd made so far seemed to confound him further and further. There just no way to get in, no chance to take the high ground.

And, as she so politely reminded him, there was a penalty to losing beyond just not getting his bragging rights. The idea of being enslaved to Giulia, a woman who so plainly got her kicks by messing with him…

...yeah. Yeah, he needed to get back in the ring.

”9!”

Right the hell now.

Her gritted his teeth one final time, grabbed the apron, and rolled his way back in as fast he could - which wasn't very fast with him being so groggy, but quick enough to beat the count. He grabbed the ropes and started to pull himself up, but he wasn't naive enough to think Giulia would let him do that unmolested. Even so, he had to try.

Whether Giulia's words had an effect on Prayuth or not was left unclear. Sure enough, the Thai fighter started struggling his way back into the ring. But that might had just as well been due to the referee's count approaching mercilessly number ten. And honestly, Giulia had seen those guys before who were secretly longing for a defeat.

But Prayuth? No. That wasn't the aura Giulia was getting out of him. In fact, there had been something distinctly unpleasant about him right from the start. The sense of overconfidence, cockiness... Like he had just come there to be the star of the show, to throw some small girl around...

So yeah. That was why Giulia was indeed getting her kicks by messing with him. She wanted to absolutely destroy him and his attitude. Both in the ring, and after leaving the ring.

Right now the whole arena was roaring. Everyone was wondering, whether the famous Thai fighter had the endurance to get back into the ring on time. "Oh, come on!" the Italian let out as the count had reached number nine. For a moment it had looked like Prayuth wasn't going to make it. But somehow the guy managed to put his hands on the ropes, prompting the ref to decide that he was still in the match.

Giulia seemed to be very keen now on getting her opponent back into the ring. The Italian was grabbing his hand, pulling him up between the ropes towards her. But naturally, that was not without malicious intentions.

What Giulia really was aiming for was to get the groggy Thai guy lifted up on her shoulders for a Fireman's carry hold. Walking a round in the ring with him like that would surely make for some good pictures of her celebrity opponent.

In hindsight, Prayuth wasn’t sure why he took Giulia’s hand and let her help him up.

He’d been fumbling about on the mat, just trying to get on his feet as soon as possible. True, being on his feet hadn’t helped him all that much in this match, but it was still a better choice the alternative. He was a striker, and Giulia definitely had the strength and weight advantage over him. He figured his best chance would be to stay on the outskirts, dance around her, use his superior reach and speed to peck away at her defenses.

It wasn’t a big, grand way of winning, but it was starting to look like the only way he could come out of this and save face. His people were going to have to work hard to spin it, but that was their job.

That was his thought as he tried to stand up. When he felt her pulling him up, those thoughts ceased.

The next thing he knew, she was lifting him up and putting him on her shoulders, like a huntress taking home her fresh kill. The audience cheered as she started to parade him around the ring, claiming Prayuth as her trophy. Needless to say, he didn’t share in the enthusiasm.

He was hurting, he was surprised, but if Giulia thought he was beaten, he’d gladly show her how wrong she was. As she hoisted him, Prayuth jerked about and tried to elbow her in one side of the face while his knee struck the other side, a pincer attack that was guaranteed to rattle her skull if it hit.

Giulia wasn't quite sure how Prayuth was really doing. He'd definitely taken some hits and his time to get back into the ring. But was he genuinely really weary already? Was his endurance nearing its limit? Or wasn't he just used to taking hits, being the famous winning celebrity, appearing now as having taken more damage than what he would actually be capable of?

Then again, that didn't really matter. Giulia was out here to decimate him nonetheless.

So taking him to the Fireman's carry was a logical step. It was, to be honest, damn easy, and a great way of showing dominance. And it turned out to also be an exemplary way to make the crowds go wild.

Well, for a while at least it was. As the round was coming to its end, the Thai fighter decided to show his discontent with the Italian's actions. And it was all of a sudden really, Giulia wasn't expecting much else than feeble squirming. And what she got was a sharp attack to her head!

The surprise effect was making the hit much worse. The Italian shrieked out and immediately slammed Prayuth's body in front of her to the mat. But that slam was mainly to get rid of him, and not nearly as powerful as the fashion Giulia would have wanted him to come down in. Taking a few steps back holding her head, it looked like Prayuth was going to get a few more moments of relief.

Was it wrong that Prayuth got satisfaction by kneeing a girl in the face? Maybe. Just a little.

He was willing to live with it, though, especially considering how thorough a job that girl had been doing of running him ragged from moment one. Prayuth’s knees had been enough to knock out full grown men, and he would’ve thought a solid one in the head would’ve been too much before the match started, but now that he’d been able to get a demonstration of what Giulia could do, it was becoming clear - if he wanted to win and not get his ass handed to him and spectacular fashion, he was going to need to hit her with the heavy artillery.

So, he did. After she’d gotten a bit to parade him around, he lashed out and connected against the side of her head, and the effect was immediate. She tossed him off, but the throw had no real power behind it. He flopped to the mat and was able to get back up a couple of seconds later, as she stumbled around. Wide open. She wouldn’t let this opportunity slide, and there was no way he’d do any different.

Prayuth shifted into his stance and moved back in, knowing well in advance what his target would be. His foot came out in a flash with a low kick, targeting the back of her thigh, then recoiling and hitting the same spot with a followup, half a second later. Those two twin pillars she was walking on were clearly her best assets, and the more damage he did to them, the less he’d have to worry about.

So, the huntress hadn't managed to take her fresh kill home. Not just yet, at least. Problem was that it had turned out Prayuth actually wasn't exactly a kill yet. No, he still had some fight left in him. And finding that out was rather painful for Giulia. Additional downside was the wasted opportunity of slamming the Thai fighter spectacularly to the mat.

But would the Italian let this setback kill her spirit? Definitely not. If she had already been carrying him around, there was no way she would let this slip out of her hands.

That didn't erase the need to get her head back straighter though. And indeed, that's why she was wide open for a follow-up.

Soon Giulia could feel his kicks connecting with the back of her thighs. And it wasn't nice at all. Falling instantly sitting in a kneeling position to protect her legs, Giulia was starting to get reminded that her Thai foe actually had some skill. And apparently he was starting to remember how to use those skills.

With that thought in mind, the Italian realised the need to gain some distance. So she tried to roll herself forward towards the ropes, hoping to reach them quickly after the roll. Then she would grab the ropes and try to get back standing up by taking support from them as soon as possible and turn herself around facing her Thai foe. Who would hopefully still be some distance away, if she was lucky.