Match Stipulations: Takes place in a back alley behind the LAW arena. No Disqualifications, No Count-Out, Knockouts Only
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Prayuth had to give the LAW crew props where they were due - they knew how to set up a good scene. This was the perfect recreation of the famous final fight scene in the Redeemer. Down to the last, minute detail.
Even as Prayuth stood at the far end of the alley, years removed from his smash hit, he could picture it all in his head. After dismantling the criminal underworld of Bangkok one punch and kick at a time, he'd finally tracked down his rival, Malee - his former friend and fellow cop, the man who betrayed him, the man who led to his family being killed - and cornered him here. A dank, dim alley strewn with trash and dumpsters, with layers of peeling graffiti on the walls. With a chain-link fence at the far end, there was only one way out for the traitor: through him. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Good times. Pray choreographed that fight scene himself, damn proud of it, should’ve gotten an award. He still had a photographic memory of it, too, one that allowed him to see what a stellar job the LAW team had done. The trashcans were set up right, the dumpster was in the perfect place, he swore that the rust of the fence was in all the proper places. Only one thing was off, really, and that couldn't be helped.
”Pray-chan! We love you!”
”Can I get a selfie?”
”I just wanted to say how much of an inspiration you are to aspiring Asian actors across the world, and-”
The crowd. As this was an official LAW match, it needed fans, and a handful of them were allowed to watch the fight on the opposite end of the alley, provided they all stayed behind the red line. There were cameras hidden around the place, too, in key locations, nearly impossible to spot if you didn’t know where to look. Pray, as it turned out, did know where to look, and he made sure to stick to all the right positions as he hung around the crowd, signing autographs and taking selfies.
Prayuth
He was halfway through signing a DVD cover for the movie - a bootleg, he was 90% sure - when his phone vibrated. He threw a peace sign to his fans, stepped back, and pulled it out of his pocket without even bothering to see who it was. He already knew. ”Heeeeeeeey, Aika. What’s up, babe?”
A sigh came from the other end, one that he’d gotten used to hearing ever since he came to Japan and signed her on as his agent. ”We’ve talked about the ‘babe’ thing. It’s nowhere near as cute as you think it is.” The sound of ruffling papers filled the receiver. ”I’m just calling to check on you. You’re at the match location, everything looks good?”
”Fine like cherry wine! I just…oh, hold up, one second.” One of his fans, a particularly busty blonde, had lifted up her shirt and wanted him to sign her chest. Couldn't ignore that opportunity. ”Yeah, this is great stuff, all over. You did well setting this up, I cannot lie.”
”Well, I’m glad you approve. Just remember, it’ll all be for nothing if you don’t win the match, so…”
”I intend to, that's the plan.” Pray scribbled his name across the blonde’s chest, gave her a wild wink, and stepped back. ”Don’t worry, I’ve taken down bigger guys.”
A long pause came from the other side, and Pray swore he could’ve heard the sound of gears turning. ”Bigger…guys?”
The tone took him off guard, but a commotion in the crowd drew his attention before he could inquire further. Seemed like his opponent was here…