Tara Jaeger vs. Prayuth Sakda - Ain't That a Kick in the Head

[Bare]

Thank goodness that she got out of there in time. Had that knee connected it very well could have been the end of this but with her evasion it left Prayuth hurt and defenseless. Primed for Tara to move in and lay a devastating kick right to the man's spine!

Smiling softly at this Tara would approach him from behind and grab his shoulders, pushing him down and partially over the middle ropes before reaching down and grabbing his legs to lift them up and over the middle ropes on the other side. Thus leaving Prayuth suspended in front of the corner like the world's least comfortable hammock.

Looking down at her handiwork Tara would lift her hand to her mouth and give it a lick before bringing her palm down right on Prayuth's abs with a hard slap! Once done Tara would then take a few steps back until she was a good few feet away... Ultimately rushing in towards the man, leaping up as she approached and bouncing off the bottom rope to lift herself higher before twisting in the air to come crashing down butt first right onto Prayuth's stomach, dropping basically her full weight onto him!

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, she got him with that one. Got him good. Prayuth was left hanging over the turnbuckle, thoroughly stunned, which made him easy prey for whatever Tara had in store for him next, and he wouldn’t have to wonder what that was for long.

At first, he was confused, as she took his legs, lifted them up, and laid them to rest on the ropes, then did the same with his upper body a moment later. Not exactly the most comfortable position, but not something he needed to worry about - that was, until she lashed out and gave his vulnerable abs a hard slap, lashing at the taut skin with a vicious blow. ”Ow, fuck, that hurt!” He hissed and looked down at the reddened skin. ”Why did you-”

He only had a few seconds to process things before Tara leaped up high, spun about and came crashing down on his chisled chest with a butt drop, driving him hard into the canvas and knocking all the wind out of him in one fell swoop. Choking, gagging, all he could do was roll about on the canvas and clutch his chest, as he desperately tried to suck oxygen into his deflated lungs.

[Bare]

It wasn't that long ago that Tara discovered and mastered this particular hip drop move, and given her overall style and... assets it was an absolutely perfect move for her to do some major damage to her opponents.

Case in point with the gasping and hurt Prayuth at her feet. Smirking down at the man Tara would bend down, grabbing him by the ankle and wrist respectively to drag him out of the corner and towards the center of the ring.

Once there then Tara would pull his leg further up before dropping down onto her back, pressing her foot against the base of his spine and then extending her leg out while pulling on his arm and leg respectively for a modified bow and arrow stretch and really damage the winded man's back!

[BlackAkuma]

Pray liked Tara - liked her a lot. But god, he kind of wanted to smack her face after pulling that move. He didn’t know what it was called, but it utterly fucking sucked, and it felt like a canon had gone off in his stomach. Easily one of the worst hits he’d ever taken to the gut, and it was up against stiff competition.

All he could do was wallow there, stewing in the pain, which made him easy prey for her to draw away and put in the center of the ring. He wasn’t sure why, not at first, but he could make an educated guess and say it meant he was about to deal with some submission bullshit.

And sure enough, submission bullshit was what he got, as Tara stretched him out and shot her heel into his back, folding him over with the tight hold. He didn’t even know what this was called, much less how to escape it. ”Can we go back to the sexy stuff, please?” He spoke through his gritted teeth. “Kind of liked that better.”

[Bare]

As much as Tara liked Pray and enjoyed his body there was something especially satisfying about battering and beating it under her own that really sent chills of unadulterated pleasured and satisfaction through her. Case in point as she locked him in the rather brutal modified bow and arrow stretch with unparalleled viciousness.

Even as he made a plea she could only coo in a faux concerned voice. "Oh believe me I'd love to go back to that as well... but first I need to win!" Tara said as she then lifted her leg up into the air lifting her lower body up as well before throwing her leg back down to try and connect with an axe kick right into his exposed ribs!

[BlackAkuma]

Pray really didn’t like this begging shit - though he liked it more than he would’ve normally thanks to Tara being such a babe - but at the moment, he didn’t have much choice. He didn’t know what this move was called, but he knew it was fucking effect. Couldn't move, couldn't struggle, could barely breathe as she pulled and pulled and pulled him towards his breaking point.

It was a bad position to be in, and it was made significantly worse when she brought her leg up and sent it crashing down into his ribs, cutting into his body like a hot knife. Pray croaked, cried out and jerked hard away from her, trying to pull himself free and roll out under the ropes, hoping to find some temporary safety from her assault.

[Bare]

Tara smirked hearing Pray beg, a part of her finding it almost as much a turn on as what the two were doing earlier in the match. None the less after driving her heel into his ribs that also was able to illicit a quite pleasurable reaction from her. Smirking as she sat up and got to her feet Tara would roll her head with a smirk as she watched the man roll to the ropes.

"Aw baby come on we were having fun! I promise to kiss it and make it better for you after I win!" Tara called out teasingly as she strutted over to the ropes, feeling confident as could be. Reaching up and grabbing the top ropes Tara would pull back before vaulting over the ropes all together, aiming to try and come down feet first square on Pray's chest with a vaulting double foot stomp!

[BlackAkuma]

Prayuth was no stranger to pain - it was a long-time friend, one he was especially familiar with, one he’d come to know well through the years. Not just from his time in the pits, either, but his time as a movie star, one who always did his own stunts. Some of the hits he took on set were worse than anything he’d suffered in the ring. At least there, he could defend himself. With stunts, he often had to wait for the pain, knowing well what was coming, even though he was completely unable to do anything about it.

This was different. This was him getting straight worn out, with Tara riding him hard, and not in the fun way they’d started out. He needed to get control of this before it became more pain than he could handle.

So, how to make that happen? For starters, he needed to avoid at least some of her attacks, like the one that was presently coming his way at frightening speeds. As much as Prayuth was hurting as he laid on the floor, that sight was enough to put newfound like into his body. He had to move, so move he did.

Pray threw himself hard to the side, narrowly avoiding her heels at the last second. While he didn’t have enough time to stand up and go back on the offense from there, that hardly meant he was defenseless - he swung his leg around in a wide arc, hoping to trip her up before she could recover from the missed attack.

[Bare]

If there was one thing Tara loved it was being dominant. These days being under Kyoko it was something she rarely got to experience in full but today? Against someone like Prayuth? She not only got to experience it but truly enjoy it far more than she ever thought she could and she loved every second of it.

Licking her lips in anticipation as she leapt over the ropes and came down towards her opponent's chest she sought to leave an imprint of her feet there... If not for the man managing to roll out of the way!

'Shit!' Tara thought to herself, wincing a bit as her feet hit nothing but the ring apron. As this happened she would suddenly get them swept out from under her and get knocked down, slamming back first against the edge of the ring as she did so!

"Agh!" Tara cried out in pain, bouncing off and falling down to the floor, her hand going to her lower back with a wince of pain, stunned from the sudden and sharp impact!

[BlackAkuma]

That was close, way too close for Pray’s liking. Even as tough as he was, he would’ve been in serious trouble if all that weight came crashing down on him at once. Tara was proving to be a real challenge, in a way that he hadn't expected, and it was just because he found her to be hot.

It was a little that, sure, but not just that. She was good. Aggressive. Skilled, and not only in wrestling. He didn’t expect things to be a cakewalk in these hentai matches, but he didn’t think they would be this extreme.

It was good. Refreshing. Satisfying…if he won.

That was still very much in the air, but after managing that narrow escape and getting the drop on Tara, he liked his chances. For the first time in a little while, she was the one in a vulnerable position, and he was poised to capitalize. Had a pretty good idea on how to do that, too.

Prayuth slid the apron, enough to bring his body parallel to hers, then rolled off, raised his arm, and drove his elbow into her sternum, driving it home with all his bodyweight behind it.