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

[Bare]

Tara groaned softly as she laid still on the floor following that disastrous attempt at a stomp followed by a leg sweep that sent her crashing down. 'God my whole back hurts, in fact my whole body does... This match is starting to catch up with me.'

Tara thought to herself with a wince on her face. Unfortunately for her it was a situation made all the worse by Prayuth as he then leaped up and came crashing down on Tara like a meteor, crashing down elbow first on Tara's stomach with a massive elbow drop!

"Guahhhhh!" Tara cried out in agony as the man's elbow was driven straight into her abs, practically causing them to collapse in on themselves and driving any and all oxygen in her lungs out of her!

If Prayuth removed his elbow from her abs however Tara would end up dry heaving and coughing in agony as she tried to roll over, holding her stomach in pain. 'Damn it... why do I kinda like that though?' Tara thought to herself while coughing and gasping in pain, utterly at Prayuth's mercy!

[BlackAkuma]

This marked a first for Prayuth - he’d sunk his elbows into countless stomachs over the years, and he couldn't remember the last time he felt bad about it.

Granted, none of those other targets were women he was actively flirting with, so that definitely factored into things. He could hardly claim to be impartial. But, after her removed the elbow and left her to wallow about, he couldn't help but feel some regret. A desire to make it up to her. But he needed to keep the pressure up, too.

Two birds, one stone. As the referee started her count, Prayuth rolled over, grabbed Tara’s head, and pulled her up against the ring, forcing her to lean over the edge. He took a moment to marvel at her body, drinking it all in, then stepped in and drove their lips together, taking her with a steaming kiss.

But not a kiss without strings - namely, the repeated, stiff punches he drove into her stomach.

[Bare]

Tara was in agony right now. An elbow from Prayuth was bad enough, but an elbow from him dropped with all his weight behind it? That was far worse. As a result not only was her stomach in agony but she was also robbed of nearly all her oxygen....

Yet despite this she was extremely aroused right now. Maybe due to her.. penchant for stomach punching, both giving and receiving, but she was certainly turned on. Prayuth for his part, whether he knew about this or not unintentionally played right into it.

Pulling Tara up and leaning her over the edge of the ring, keeping her in place before locking lips with her in a searing kiss... While also slamming punch after punch into her stomach!

"Ugh! Ngh! Gnh!" Tara groaned into the kiss, her arms loosely wrapping around Pray's shoulders, and as much as she was able too, she would begin grinding her hips into Prayuth's abs with long, lusty dry humps against the man's own abs.

[BlackAkuma]

…was it just Pray’s imagination, or was Tara getting more turned on by the stomach shots than the kisses?

It sure seemed that way. He’d never punched a woman and kissed her at the same time before, no, but he had to imagine the reaction to that would be a little less…accepting. Tara was not only taking it, but seemed more into it with every strike, as she feverishly began to hump against him, driving harder and faster and hotter into him with every touch.

He pulled back and pressed his lips against her ear as she ground against his abs. ”Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” He snickered and gave her another hard shot in the side. [color=#80000]”Thinking we can have a little fun in my limo after this is done. Until then…”[/color]

Prayuth stepped back with her still held tight against him, then ran forward with a powerful stride to ram her back against the edge of the ring, looking to take all the fight out of her at once.

[Bare]

Damn it... Tara had let her weakness bleed through. There was a reason that she was in a group called ABdominion led by a woman named the BELLY queen. It wasn't as if they only enjoyed beating OTHER peoples stomachs either... and damn it if Pray wasn't exactly her type to be one of the few she'd enjoy taking a belly barrage from.

Worst of all her body began to show it instinctively, grinding and humping against Pray with each impact so he naturally took notice of this... and began teasing her, breaking their kiss to do so.

"No I- UGH!!" Tara started to deny only to cry out in pain, mixed slightly with pleasure as she took another shot to the side followed by the man proceeding to step away with her body in his grip... Before getting pushed forward directly into the ring at full force!

"GAHHHHH!" Tara screamed out in pain, arching her back instinctively, mouth still open in a cry of agony before slowly sliding down onto her knees, face falling forward unceremoniously onto his body, Prayuth's body ironically being the only thing keeping her in a kneeling position!

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, Tara was definitely into having her stomach punched. Funnily enough, he was starting to get into it, too. He’d never thought he was big on the kink stuff, personally, never doing much more than breaking out the fluffy cuffs now and then.

But this, he could have some fun with. She liked to take damage, he was good at dishing it out, this was a perfect match.

He gave her that final, solid shot, then let her fall against him, her body slumping over his legs. Prayuth reached down, grabbed her by the armpits, and kept her standing as he whispered into her ear. ”Almost done, don’t worry.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. ”Then we can pick this up in private.”

Prayuth lifted Tara, then laid her on the ropes in the corner, facing down, her stomach hanging over the top turnbuckle - a perfect target. He took a few steps back, locked on his target, then rocketed forward at full speed to swing his leg upward for a powerful kick, a field goal with a predictable target - right in the center of her stomach.

[Bare]

Oh god Tara was in that really weird state of mind that only a very select few, most notably Kyoko had managed to put her in. A mixture of pain and pleasure that had her entire body feeling electrified and pricking with anticipation and pleasure, as intoxicating as it was embarrassing.

However Prayuth was not giving Tara any time to recover or even think about getting out of her current head space. Picking her up from her current position slumped against his body she would be held against him as he whispered in her ear, actually make her blush and shudder with anticipation...

But then he would bring her up and towards the corner, draping her over it, her legs bobbing helplessly on either side as Prayuth backed up before rushing forward, swinging his leg up as he neared and driving a massive kick into her gut!

"GAH!" Tara cried out in pain as, the immediate pain of the impact shutting down her bodily functions for a moment, the momentum generated on her body from the kick forcing her body off the ropes and back down to the ring, clutching her stomach in a fetal position, coughing and dry heaving in pain!

[BlackAkuma]

Prayuth might have been new to the wrestling world and its ways, but even he could see that Tara was reaching the end of her rope. She’d put up a fantastic fight, far better than he’d ever expected, but this last barrage of attacks had taken a lot out of her. This was starting to cross the line from kinky into uncomfortable territory, which meant he needed to end things. He was fairly sure he knew how, too.

His strike sent her tumbling down to the canvas, clutching her stomach while she rolled around in pain, but he wouldn’t leave her down their for long. He reached down and grabbed hold of her head, getting a tight grip as he pulled her up to her feet and slung her across his shoulder. It wasn’t the easiest thing, his body was still aching from the constant exertion, reaching its limit, but he had enough to cross the finish line.

With her held in the fireman’s carry, Prayuth stumbled towards the center of the ring and regained his balance. He held her aloft for a moment, then dipped down, thrusted upwards, and hefted her off in a single moment, allowing her to fall straight down, where his rising knee would be waiting to meet her face.

[Bare]

Tara was gasping breathlessly while writhing in pain on the mat from Prayuth' latest attack on her, leaving her utterly helpless for the moment, the collective damage she had taken leaving her utterly wrecked. A part of her wanted to get up, to find a way to come back against Prayuth and make him feel the exact way that she was feeling right now.

However another part, getting louder and louder by the second, was practically screaming to give in, to let Prayuth take the win, and have the fun she knew the both of them wanted. As she tried to sit up, wincing in the process she would suddenly be grabbed by her opponent, being lifted up and draped across the man's shoulders before she could do anything!

"Whoaaa! Wha!? Tara gasped out, her legs kicking about but otherwise she was helpless as she was then lifted off Pray's shoulders and came crashing down face first onto the man's knee! "NGH!" Tara cried out, forced up into a standing position for a moment, her eyes crossed before, after a moment stillness she would end up falling backwards before collapsing on the mat!

[BlackAkuma]

And bam, done and done. Prayuth hated wrecking a pretty face like this, but hey, she hadn't held back against him, and he wanted to give her the kind of respect she deserved. This definitely was not the match he imagined when this started, but he wasn’t complaining at the turn of events - a good fight, a good fuck, what more could you want out of life?

Well, a win, that would be good. He was well on his way to making that happen, too, as he clocked her hard in the skull and laid her out. As she fell backwards, he moved in quickly to hold her and ease her down to the mat, making sure she came in for a soft landing. It was the least he could do.

From there, it was a simple matter of lying across her chest, pulling her leg in, and going for the pinfall…but not without some flourish. He pressed their chest together and went in for a kiss, slow and heated, as the referee dropped down beside them.

”1…!”