Prayuth vs. Giulia La Rocca - Seeing Stars

Yeah, this was not going well. It hadn’t gone well from Prayuth from the start, really, but he was starting to get the distinct impression that he was in the home stretch now. The painful, agonizing home stretch. In reality, the match was pretty much over at this point - if he’d had any chance of pulling a win out here, it dissipated when Giulia took away his momentum outside the ring. It wasn’t a question of if she would win anymore. The focus was on the ‘how’ and ‘when’.

Those answers were starting to become more and more unclear, much unlike his blurred vision. He was still fuzzy from having his skull slammed into the canvas at mach force, imagine that, and it left him so out of it that he could just barely register what Giulia was saying. She sounded pissed. Small surprise, since the aggression had been ramping up for the last couple of minutes.

Prayuth opened his mouth for some kind of smartass reply - even he couldn’t be sure what would come out of his mouth sometimes - but he was interrupted when Giulia leaped into the air and shot her legs out, coming down straight on him. He tried to move out of the way, he really did, but the best he could manage was a slight twist. A little jerk to the side. Not nearly enough.

Down she came like a sledgehammer, crashing right on his chest with her considerable weight. It drove the air straight out of him, made his legs flop into the air, and all he could do was flop to the side and caress his battered bones, groaning as the dull pain took over his ribs.

Even if Giulia's question had been once again more of a rhetorical one, it was quite honest as well. From her point of view, Prayuth had spent much more time by complaining rather than trying to actually gain the upper hand. But she had included an order in it as well. An order for the guy to wake up.

And when Giulia ordered something, she expected those orders to be obeyed.

Maybe the leg drop would help. If anything, the Italian considered it to be a very efficient wake up call. Leaping up in the air seemed to already cause a slight effect on her Thai foe, although not nearly enough for him to escape. And once she crashed down on his chest, he was definitely moving from the impact.

But after Giulia had gotten back up again, there was nothing. OK, the Italian could admit that he was most likely in severe pain. But really... He was just laying there completely vulnerable to any further attacks?

Yeah. Giulia had him already.

Honestly, the Italian could have probably pinned him right now. But she didn't feel like she was done with him just yet.

"Hey, I told you to wake-up!" she shouted once again down to him, before taking a hold of his arms and starting to pull him up again. She wanted to get him right in front of her, and then lift him up in a brutal bear hug hold. If there were still some in the audience who hadn't been convinced of her strength with the Fireman's carry before, maybe this would do the trick.

And just to show off. She was sure there were still plenty of people wanting to take pictures of Prayuth, you know.

Prayuth was, in fact, awake. He was kind of starting to wish he wasn’t, truth be told, but he was awake, and in a world of pain.

He’d be lying if he said he’d never felt anything worse than what he was going through now - he’d taken more than his share of beatings as a child, gotten his head kicked in a few times. But from a woman? A smaller woman? No, this wasn’t like getting ganged up or ambushed, this was him getting his ass handed to him by an Italian trolldoll. Somehow, that made all the pain he was taking even worse.

Which begged the question: why wasn’t she pinning him already? Prayuth may have been new to the whole wrestling circuit, but even he understood that was typically the point where you tried to get your opponent down for the three-count. This wasn’t a match anymore - it was punishment.

And, on that note, there was more to come.

Prayuth cried out as he was dragged up and hauled to his feet, then placed in Giulia’s implacable grip. The good news was that the height difference meant he could keep his feet on the floor as she bearhugged him, which alleviated some of the pain...but not enough. Not nearly enough. It still felt like she was breaking him in half, and he needed to do something, anything, to put a stop to it. He couldn’t quite get the space to swing his arms for an effective strike, so that only left one option.

He reeled back, then jerked forward, trying to slam his skull into Giulia’s with a stiff headbutt. Pretty much all he had left at this point.

Yes, Giulia loved bearhugs. She loved putting her opponents in them. Especially if they were guys disbelieving the capabilities of a strong girl like her. She found the sight of them being ragdolled in the hold by a tiny powerhouse always a spectacular one for any potential spectators.

And Prayuth? He seemed to be already so well...defeated, that Giulia was sure she could just show off. Even though the Italian knew very well the weaknesses of the bearhug hold, she was sure he wouldn't be able to resist pretty much at all anymore at this point.

Well, almost. There seemed to be a pattern here. Giulia would get Prayuth in a dominating hold, and then he'd do something very unsophisticated, but despisefully, effective in order to set himself free from those holds again.

This time, it was the headbutt. At this point, it looked like a very stupid move, but nonetheless, it hurt. Frustrated, Giulia decided to let the bearhug go.

"OK, that's it! I'm done with you!" the Italian raged to her Thai foe in response. And in immediate succession, she'd start performing her Ferrari Driver. Starting with three quick hits to Prayuth's guts to get him bending forward, the Italian would then tuck his head down firmly between her thighs for a Piledriver. And assuming that would go down as planned, this time she would be going for the pin.

Prayuth couldn’t say what was going through his head when he got the bright idea to do a headbutt. It couldn’t have been born of the belief that he could turn this around - Giulia had pretty much won at this point, and was clearly just getting kicks out of ragdolling him. Defiance, maybe? Just plain being stubborn? That seemed to fit the bill better. He was going to lose to this woman, sure, but that didn’t mean he had to go quietly.

In hindsight, perhaps he should’ve. Getting crushed in a bearhug was bad - painful, emasculating, embarrassing - but not quite as bad as what came next.

He didn’t know the name of the move she did on him, and frankly, he didn’t need to. He only needed to know that it involved three rough blows to his stomach, enough to get him bending down, before she stuffed his head between her iron legs and held it in place, nice and tight. Even with his limited wrestling experience, he had a fairly good idea of what was about to happen. ”Wait, wait, don’t-”

Prayuth’s skull slammed into the mat at full force, hitting with resonating force that seemed to make the arena shake. His entire world went white for a instant, and when it came back, he was on his back, looking up the lights with a gaping mouth. The referee could count to three or she could count to thirty. He wasn’t getting up anytime soon.

Was Giulia a bit unfair being so annoyed by Prayuth's resistance? Maybe. But honestly, it was mostly due to his incapability of showing anything impressive. It was like based on his skills, he had been doomed to become squashed in the ring by Giulia, but then not accepting his fate at all. Throwing a tantrum like a little child. That was just not fun.

And along those lines Prayuth apparently stayed until the very end. Giulia decided that it was time to finish him once and for all. She started with the pounding to his guts - that seemed to still go down OK. But when she started setting him up for the Piledriver, he was yet again making ridiculous pleas of mercy.

That made it even more satisfying for Giulia feeling his head hit the mat and seeing his body slump to the ground. There he was, totally helpless...and silent. But still, Giulia didn't want to drag this any longer. It was time to pin him.

For this, Giulia was taking no risks. After getting very briefly up, the Italian quickly then hooked his leg while dropping her knees on his shoulders and sitting on his chest for greater pressure. And even the ref girl seemed all too happy that this match was about to end, starting her count as promptly as possible.

"1...!"

"2...!"

”3…!”

And it was over. Just like that.

Rebecca had been busy making calls for the past few minutes, so many that she hadn’t really paid much attention to the match itself. Not that she needed to see it, truth be told. Rebecca wasn’t a wrestling fan by any stretch of the imagination, but even she could see that the match was over. Prayuth’s offense hadn’t been particularly impressive for a while now, and any chance he had of winning was gone. It was just a matter of how long Giulia wanted to stretch things out.

From the sound of things, not too long. He was done, stone cold, done, and the three-count sealed the deal.

She let out a long sigh, and started dialing another number, this one to the head of their marketing department, hoping she could assuage their fears. On one hand, she was glad the match was over, that Pray’s humiliation was done. On the other hand, she knew she had a long night ahead of her, full of reports and emails and angry calls.

Prayuth had a long night, too. Just for different reasons...

OK. Now this was fun again! The three count had sealed the deal, and Giulia was officially the winner of the match. Prayuth was out on the mat, and he hadn't really even had proper chances in the match. The Italian had managed to stage a show of brutal girl power, of cute feminine dominance, and the crowds had been absolutely loving it. Prayuth might had been the star of the show before entering the ring, upon leaving it - he was only going to be seeing stars.

Now Prayuth's fame was a nice bonus. After this, everyone knew who was Giulia La Rocca. The tiny powerhouse who destroyed the movie star.

And while Giulia was thrilled, she didn't go all out jumping around the ring. Instead, she confidently rose on each of the turnbuckles, showing off her body, making victory signs and smiling to the crowds. She was the new star now.

Oh, but there still was one part of the match left. The part that was probably even more scandalous to Prayuth. He was going to become Giulia's prisoner for the night.

Deservedly so, if someone had asked the Italian. After completing her victorious round in the ring, Giulia got back to her defeated foe. Lifting him up in her Fireman's carry hold, this time she was sure there was no way he was going to even attempt escaping it before she had carried him all the way out of the Tension arena.

With lots of pictures taken.

Winner: Giulia La Rocca by Pinfall!