KINGS & QUEENS ( QF ) — Prayuth Sakda vs Noelle Silva

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Noelle locked in her Butt Smother Reverse Headscissor, and she could tell immediately that Prayuth was struggling to withstand and fight against it. The Spaniard was forced to let put some pained grunts as the action star began throwing hooks at her body. Noelle would mitigate these attacks by bringing her arms back and using them to cover her ribs, forcing Prayuth's punches to hit into her wrists and forearms instead.

Noelle, having protected her submission hold, would now focus on trying to get more out of it. Moving her legs in one direction while wiggling her hips in the other, the princess would rub her butt all over Prayuth's face in order to drive in the effects of the Butt Smother as much as possible while still keeping her legs wrapping around the blonde's throat.

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At first, Prayuth thought his escape attempted was bearing some fruit, as he could feel the solid impacts on his fist. Even with the poor position, unguarded strikes to the ribs had to absolutely suck, and he figured they would take a toll eventually…but no, she had to go and block them.

Prayuth would’ve cursed, if not for the - admittedly hot - butt in his face, making communication all but impossible. She was tightening up, too, making it a struggle for every breath and with the squeezing he was rapidly suffering the effects of oxygen loss. As much as he hated to do it again, he only had one real choice. The nuclear option.

Grunting, he buried his face between her cheeks where the referee couldn't see, opened his mouth wide, and gave her a hard bite, digging his teeth deep into her soft flesh.

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Noelle's position was utterly dominant. She had Prayuth trapped and growing closer and closer to unconsciousness by the second, and had shutdown the only counterplay that he had seemingly been able to come up with. Noelle was expecting to feel a tap on her butt in the near future, but instead felt something very different inside of it.

"GYAAH!" Noelle screamed and she near instantly rocketed off of Prayuth. "You dirty little-!" spat the Spaniard as she rolled onto her side with a hand on her cheeks. A particularly loud audience member's reaction to this who happened to have ringside seats could be heard clearly, "That's not what 'eating ass' means, dude!"

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Yeah, that wasn’t one of the proudest moments of Prayuth’s life, he couldn't lie. Not one for the highlight reel.

He rolled away after she released the headscissor, popped to his feet, and leaned up against the turnbuckles, gasping and shaking his head as the oxygen rushed in his lung. ”I got-” He spat off to the side. ”I got no idea what you’re talking about, lady.”

The referee looked between them, suspicious, but she hadn't seen anything, thank god - there wasn’t too much she could do. With an irritated shake of her head and a glare his way, she moved away and gave him room. The fight was on.

As as they were both up and ready, Prayuth came running hard for Noelle, closing the gap at a rapid pace. He leaped up when he was close, brought his legs up, and tried to hit her with a knee to the face, hoping the sheer alacrity of the move would catch her off guard.

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God, referees in this league are absolutely useless, Noelle thought as the spit in the middle of Prayuth's denial of his actions almost felt like a cheeky taunt to acknowledge what he had done to the princess. However, despite the slight soreness in her butt now, the fact that Noelle was absolutely kicking his in this match had not changed. And the Lightweight was prepared to keep that up.

Prayuth charged forward with speed as Noelle readied herself for the incoming attack. She saw him leap, and ducked her head back and off to the side while bringing her arm up in front of her to ensure that she avoiding taking such a big attack. And then as Prayuth flew past her, Noelle saw the opportunity for some payback. The princess shifted her arm just a bit so that her elbow would catch the kickboxer's crotch as he flew by. And if the ref said something about it, well Prayuth was the one who jumped into her, wasn't he?

[BlackAkuma]

Okay, so Prayuth had cheated. A little. Just a little.

Okay, so it wasn’t exactly fair play.

So what? Coming up in the streets, he’d been in similar situations. Hell, far worse ones. Not every fight he’d been in had an official, and he’d been on the receiving end of some cheap shit, but he learned how to roll it with. So could Noelle.

Prayuth was back on the attack now, rushing her way at full speed with a knee that was meant for her skull. He was banking on the surprise of it all to take her off guard and score a hit, but it turned out she was a little quicker on the draw than he’d surmised and managed to move out of the way - not a big deal, he could correct and come back at this range easily. Before he had the chance, though, he felt a sharp pain coming from between his legs, a growing pain, an explosion of pain - a crotch shot.

”Ah, fuck!” He fell to his back and his hands immediately went between his legs, cradling his aching parts and hissing up a storm. ”Fucking bitch!”

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"Oh don't you be complaining," Noelle taunted with a smirk as she walked over to Prayuth's downed form before she would raise her foot up and stomp down onto the actor's abs. Then the princess would step forward again and swing that same foot at Prayuth's chin. Then Noelle would come forward again and try to finish her three step combo with a backheel kick at the blonde's skull.

Now up above Prayuth's head, Noelle would drop down to her butt and try to wrap her thighs around his neck with a Figure Four Headscissor. Still sitting up, if the actor attempted to use his hands to pull the Spaniard's legs off of his throat, then Noelle would garb him by the wrists before laying back so that escaping would be even more difficult for the kickboxer who was inexperienced as a wrestler.

[BlackAkuma]

Stupid, cheapshotting, goddamn it…

Yeah, Prayuth was being a wee bit hypocritical. Yeah, he didn’t really have much room to complain. But damn it, he would say there was a big difference between biting someone’s butt and hitting them in the balls, and he’d happily fight over that opinion if need be. For the moment, though, all he could do was writhe about and cradle his aching manhood, a situation she she exploited to its fullest.

Stomps came in, hammering Prayuth repeatedly, denying him any chance to recover, with a brutal kick to the head serving as the coup de grace. It left him stunned on the canvas, and she was quick to swoop in and wrap her legs around his head again - this time, taking care to stay far away from his teeth, he noticed.

Prayuth kicked his legs and thrashed about as she ramped up the pressure, but it all did him a fat load of good - not going anywhere anytime soon. Desperate, he made a play to the ropes, trying to drag them over for a break, his only chance for salvation.

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Noelle had been hoping that Prayuth would leave his hands available for her to grab, but he wisely avoided doing so, instead using his hands to try to pull and drag himself to the ropes, pulling the Spaniard along with her. But just because the actor was the bigger of the two didn't mean that he would be able to just have his way with his escape.

"You're not getting away," said Noelle as she began pulling against Prayuth. Pulling and twisting him back in the opposite direction with her legs, and dragging herself away from the ropes with her arms. She saw the opportunity to put this away here and now, but even if the actor managed to save himself in this moment, Noelle knew that she could still keep this Headscissor locked long enough in order to make some serious progress.

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Prayuth wasn’t getting away.

He really, really did not want to accept that fact, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore, as he continued to struggle in Noelle’s hold, fight and flailing and failing to gain any purchase. It seemed that for every inch of progress he made, she took away two, leaving him worse than when he started.

To make matters worse, way worse, the lack of oxygen was having an effect, weakening him with each passing moments. As the seconds ticked by, it not only grew apparent that he wasn’t getting out of this, but that he was in real danger of getting knocked clean out and losing in an embarrassing fashion. Taking the L was one thing, but taking it and getting put to sleep was another. His media team could spin losing the match, but getting put to sleep like a little bitch…

Screw it. ”I give! I give up!”