Nora 'Bubble' Bowers vs. Prayuth Sakda - The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

[BlackAkuma]

To Nora’s credit, she took the roundhouse kick better than most people would’ve. Hell, better than most men would’ve.

That being said, his roundhouse was one of the best kicks in his arsenal, and ‘most people’ would have lost a rib and gained a hospital visit after taking it head on. Nora was just laid out, which was much better, but still not an ideal position to be in.

It was going to get worse, too.

After Nora went down, Pray hopped over behind her, moving a few steps away. He waited for her to get up, then rushed forward, swung his leg, and hit her with a soccer kick to the spine, filling the arena with the sound of smacking flesh.

He put his hand up over his eyes and watched the imaginary ball take flight over the stands, then threw up his arms in mock celebration. ”Gooooooooooaaaaaal!”

That got some boos from the crowd. Screw it, he was having fun.

[Misfit_Alien]

The lands with a shocking -SNAP- upon impact as Pray's leg and foot meet the backside of the pink-haired brawler, sending another SHOCK of pain coursing through her body as Nora was now writhing on all sides. The Bubblegum Brawler shudders and shakes on the canvas, clutching her midsection and spine with her arms occupying either section. Her teeth were being gritted so hard it looked as if they might grind and shatter as the woman seethed, letting out sharp winces but never letting Pray know the extent of the damage...at least, not verbally. The man could PROBABLY guess that Nora was in a lot of pain, but she was stubborn enough to want to deny him the satisfaction.

[BlackAkuma]

Pray didn’t have to guess how much that hurt - he knew. He’d taken hits like this before, both in the ring and on camera. That was the sort of kick she’d be feeling for weeks, and while she did a good job of holding the pain in, he could see it all over her face.

Stubborn, this one. Kind of liked that.

It didn’t mean he would be holding back anytime soon, though. Pray reached down, grabbed her by the head, and forced her to stand back up, forcing her to do the work even when her body would’ve wanted to just lay there and rest. ”Having some trouble, babe?”

As soon as she was up, Pray took a step back, then launched himself back in and shot his leg straight out with a powerful thrust, looking to slam his heel into her chest for a push kick and force her into the nearest corner.

[Misfit_Alien]

-BAM-

Pray's kick fired off without a hitch...but a sly Nora managed to muster up the wherewithal to catch it at the near last moment, clutching the man's foot in her hands, having caught it mere centimeters before it reached her chest. She looked up at Pray and grinned, responding to his earlier comment. "Nah-...I got it HANDLED, hun~..." She said, gritting her teeth with a punk-ish smile before throwing his leg down and charging straight at him, tackling him at his torso like a rampaging bull and lifting off the ground, twisting about, and SLAMMING him into the canvas with a sudden Spinebuster!!! The brutish, bubblegum-chewing brawler didn't take kindly to being knocked around so much...she wasn't some empty can to be kicked down the road. After slamming Pray down, she would take a second to breathe before hammering away at him with a thunderous flurry of blows, just raining down as many punches as she could.

[BlackAkuma]

Hm. That was unexpected.

Prayuth had just enough time to look at Bubble with shock as his kick was caught. It was definitely not a sensation he was used to, not something that would even be allowed in most of his fights, a stern reminder that he was in the wrestling ring, now. And, as if he needed it, she was about to give him another one.

He brought his arm up, looking to drop an elbow square on her head, but she moved in before he had the chance, grabbing him by the legs, lifting him up, and planting him flat on his back. With a powerful slam that knocked the wind clean out of him, she drove him into the mat. Prayuth took a second to catch his breath and started to sit up, only to be flattened by a punch square on the jaw—Bubble was going on the offensive.

A hook cracked the side of his head, a jab drove into his nose, and only then was he able to raise his arms to try to block the assault. He could only do so much, though, and his guard withered under her assault, doing him less good with every punch. Bubble didn’t have much finesse, but she made up for it with raw power and sheer meanness, putting real malice behind every strike.