AOBA Returns (Completed)

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AOBA walking into the arena from the front entrances, it was the first time in a long time since the last time she was here, she was out of action thanks to that one asshole Sven that put her into the hospital in their last match, 'I Quit' match putting her thru the car sunroof with his piledriver move and before that, she got beaten up in the gym by him, so both completely beaten up so badly that she had to stay in the hospital for nearly a month or so, but now finally shes 100% and ready to take on whoever are up to face her.

"Its been... a long time... hmph, wonder whos good to fight with....?" Heading to the bulletin board to put up a flyer to issue a challenge to whoever wanted to face her in any kind of match whether its a hardcore or even standard match as long it isnt too 'girly', preferably rough match. She sigh for a bit before heading over to the destination where she'll be waiting for her opponent, could be a guy or a girl or even maybe that Sven person she hated him so much, although she have heard a good news Mai Flo, her ally, defeated him in a match to avenge her, she somewhat thankful that AOBA may treat her someday if she wanted to.

Waiting by the door as she rest her back against the wall, her arms crossed under her large breasts, wearing her only black shoes, tight black slacks and shirt that only have two buttons to able to hold her huge breasts in, red ribbons around her wrists and instead of last time letting it loose, she wraps it up around her wrists like bandages that martial arts usually do and her long red thin scarf around her neck the final part of her attire, resting her eyes as she concentrate her surrounding by listening around her just in case if someone have enough balls to sneak attack her or just walking up to greet, either way, she'll be up on her feet just pretending to be relaxing but actually on alert, just to see who will face her in her returning match.

Alex, now a full time wrestler of Tension, was ordered by the faction to find his first match. "It shouldn't be too hard" they said. The large Russian puffed a sigh a frustration. Shouldn't be to hard my ass. All the matches as he had tired to set up had fell through, either by his opponents being in sheer fear of him or the odd fact that they would be fighting one of Tension's security. Was it that he was new and didn't know how to plan matches, it didn't seem any different than singling out assassination targets from his military life, or that no girl wanted to face him? Either way it was putting him in a sour mood. As he walked silently along the hallways backstage with his hands stuff deep into his pockets, he heard some commotion around the corner. Peeking his head around, a group of anonymous wrestlers stood in the front of the notice board. He didn't exactly here what they were chatting off...however, the topic seemed resonate among the whole group. As Alex got closer, he could hear what they were talking about. "...yah shes back and shes looking for anyone to have any type of match with!" Alex narrowed his eyes as he moved through the crowd, getting closer to the board. However, as he did, the group of wrestlers seem to go silent, feeling uneasy of his presence. Alex ignored their silence, affixing his gaze on the challenge poster. There was a picture of AOBA on it. He remembered who this girl was. He knew of her defeat at the hands of Sven and since been in the hospital since. The sort of match was an "I Quit". She was now back and by the looks it was looking for a rough match. He grinned slightly. Jackpot. Extending his large muscular arm, he grabbed the flyer and crunched it flat in his hands. Seems like AOBA was the break he needed.

In the changing room, Alex switched into his wrestling attire: black cameo-style boots, green pants and green gloves. Sitting on the bench he grinned a bit, feeling a bit of pulsing adrenaline though his veins. He hadn't felt this sort of feeling in a long time...not since his missions in the Russian military :This excitement of a challenge' given that AOBA would be able to deliver! None the less this bitch was going down.

Heading over towards the destination AOBA had specified, the gym. Alex was slightly confused by the location. The gym of all places. Perhaps it wouldn't be like a ring environment....There would be more things to use to his advantage...more things to throw her into given the chance. None the less...the match he was thinking of would surely throw her off guard. He saw her seated at the edge of the doorway. Her large breasts all predominantly shown, almost popping out of her tight shirt..seemly only secured by two buttons. This was no doubt AOBA from the picture. He was pleased with his opponent's sexy physique. Although heartless during his confrontations, he knew how to use his women... wither it be soft or rough, rough being the more preferred. Being about 20 feet away Alex took a few steps forward and threw the crumpled flyer, letting it roll towards her feet in order to get her attention. In a strong Russian accent he spoke with grin, his huge muscles in his upper body flexing with power from his contained excitement. "Well....AOBA...welcome back to Tension...allow me to personally start off your welcome back party with an "I Quit" Match!"

AOBA been waiting pretty patiently just seeing who will give her a good fight, a good match to see if she could handle them or unable to handle her since shes quick and strike hard like bee. Feeling a bit bored but still staying patient as long as she could, hoping her skill isnt rusty from being away in the hospital thanks to Sven, wishes to get her revenge on him and not just to get even but literally want to destroy him, beating him to the pulp. But for now, she want to take out on someone else, didnt care who they are just want her fists and kicks to be happy to smack him or her around in the match.

Soon she hear small rattling of some sort of paper moving closer to her and quickly raise her foot to stomp down onto the crumbled paper ball, looking down then slowly up to see this huge muscle guy in his commando style looks in front of her from the distance, glaring that his statues didnt scare her at all as she turns to stand with her arms still crossed under her busty breasts to see what he wants, never see him before so maybe he's new to the league as this guy seem to be interested in a match with AOBA which she doesnt mind at all but its definitely a challenge for sure against someone that big.

He wanted to face her in a 'I Quit' match just like she was in before while he flexing his muscles like he's trying to impressed her somehow, muscle headed guy like him have no sense of respect but then most guys here isnt respectful in her mind, she takes a deep breath and glares at him to respond. "Hmph, who are you?..... sure.... 'I Quit' match it is... I'll meet you in the ring... dont you dare sneak attack me as I go ahead..... understand?" She warned him as she turns around to head out to the ring where its private for just the two of them, heading down to the ring slowly and eventually making her way up to the ring, climbing up and moving on over to her corner to stretch out and popping her knuckles, just cant wait to show this muscled head guy how strong he is.

Alex crossed his hands as the smaller woman responded. It almost seemed like she didn't care who he was or where he came from by the fast pace of her voice. "Hmph...." Indeed...the picture on the flyer said a thousand words to him...she was cruel, coldhearted and just wanted to get a match on to get back into the swing of things. He could feel that she seem to want revenge, perhaps from that Sven guy. His years in the military trained him to read people in this manner. Nonetheless, she was not going to get any revenge victories out of him...he was doing this for his mother...so he was going to kick her ass weather she had just returned or not. The other part of the deal with the faction was that he would get his own matches and win them and depending on the number of wins he gained, the faction would sponsor his search to find his mother's resting grounds.

He felt a bit offended by her ""dont' sneak attack me". If he wanted to, he could have done that before she even saw him. But this wasn't an assassination...she there was no need. He sighed as he followed her. Not to worry, I will show you who is superior in the ring. He thought to himself. The room AOBA brought Alex to was a well-lit small wrestling room, with just enough room to fit a ring. It was used for sparring matches. However, Alex's intention was not to keep the match locked up in here. After awhile...he could put the match on mobile...weather he had to drag her with him or not. As she got into her corner, Alex jumped up on ringside, his weight along shaking the matt slight. With one large step, he cleared the top rope in one motion, moving to his corner he crossed his arms and waited for her to be finished. He was prepared for this match already. The only thing left was to go through it. "Not that you seem to have much interest in who am...My name is Alex. No hard feelings now when you lose eh?" He grinned...hoping to spark some anger in her. In his book tactics, Anger leads to defeat. Getting his opponent angry was the best way to get them off their guard.

Once AOBA enters the ring, this guy goes by the name Alex meet up with her too in the ring as he seems to be pretty confident and even he make looks strong and big, she have the speed that probably outdo him and giving this Alex guy a good smackin all over his body even to his head, since this match is 'I Quit' match just like she was in before it wont take place in the ring but anywhere that both of them can go, she isnt looking forward to lose to this arrogant guy but she'll have to try and beat him for the win since her return and if she did win, she'll feel a little better and hopefully challenge Sven again for a rematch.

She hears his words of his name and 'no hard feeling' if she loses, it didnt bother her as she was trained not to get too emotional as well withstand any and all attacks against her opponents but for this guy, she will feel the pain from his massive sizes. Sighing from his words as she responds putting her fists out to glare at him. "Arrogant... overconfident.... will get you nowhere.... Alex....." Once she finished talking, its time for her to strike at him, quickly rushing toward to Alex and going low like shes aiming her right fist at his stomach but it isnt the case, its mostly to fake it to make him thinks shes doing so and hope she catches him off guard when she gets close enough to jump straight up with her fist going for a jumping uppercut right to his jaw. "Hurgh!"

Hmmmm...the taunt didn't work eh? Perhaps if I beat her down a bit it will. He thought to himself as the match commenced. He grinned as he let his exciment run lose now. He watched as AOBA darted towards him. She was quite fast...but lets see how good her punches where. In a brawler pose, he saw her fist target his stomach; however it was a feint, for he felt the tips of her clothed knuckles impact with the lower end of his chin. "Hrrrr...." He grunted silently as his head lifted up slightly. Her punches seemed pretty good for a girl of her stature the pain was there as it resonated from the spot of impact....hell she had even manged to move his head slightly...however he been more brutally beaten before so her punches where far from doing real damage. As he felt the momentum of her punch leave her fist, he looked down at her and gave a wildly sadistic grin. Come on...punch me some more...get my blood flowing...you will wish you hadn't. The Russian though. If she was to punch more and more it would invoke him...turn him into a heartless beast that would show no mercy. To him this was just a warm up in order to test her strength.

After AOBA tries to go for a feint attack and barely graze his jaw but did get his head to tilt back a little bit, she manage to hit him but not the full impact which she was hoping for but this guy seem to be pretty tough, dropping down onto her feet standing there right in front of him instead of backing out, looking up at the big man Alex which he pretty much towering right over her from his large size full of muscles, this proven to be difficult to deal with but it isnt over yet until he cries out in defeat, somehow. "How.... troublesome...."

The next thing she can think of is clenching her fists, while looking up at him, tightly and harden her fists so she quickly look down and using her right fist to smack it down hard right over his right knee just above the kneecap hoping to bring his knee down onto the mat, kneeling down before her and if it succeed she'll follow up with a quick spin pulling her foot in and kick it right out aiming for the side of his head into her Rolling Sobat move. BUT if he didnt drop down to his knee at least she tries to jump at him with her right knee up aiming to his solar plexus. "HMMM!"

Seeing her land he grinned at her. She then rammed her fist into the top of his knee. "Hrgh..." He grunted again from the hit, kneeling down but only slightly. The hit was on the same level as her first punch..able to move parts of his body slightly. He continued to grin at her..hopefully he was slowly showing her a few simple punches was not going to take him down. But it seemed she had read his mind as she suddenly jumped up in front of him as his knee bent. Her knee smacked up into his solar plexus.

"Grrr...!" The large Russian grunted louder. An attack on the solar plexus...she knew where one of the body's weak spots was. Excellent. The attack obviously had more effective than the last two attacks, however, it only made him step back twice. He was ready to unleash himself on her yet. "Hehe..." He smiled. "Come now...you are surely holding back! I know you can hit harder than that!" He taunted her.

After AOBA manage to hit is knee but barely bringing him down but still able to follow up with a jumping knee to his solar plexus knocking him back couple steps and realizing he isnt fazes that much from her attacks which probably all that muscles covering his entire body even his head, knowing its going to be proven difficult, she'll have to break through his thick body somehow one way or another. "Tch... this isnt good... " She thought with her eyes glaring at him feeling a little disappointed but will try whatever she can to win.

She tries to turn around to run towards to the ropes using it to give her some speed and rebound right out to come running towards him, hopefully he doesnt do anything too harmful as she tries to come running at him with with her same right fist aiming for his solar plexus hoping to keep hitting at the same spot over and over trying to go through his thick muscle barrier. "Hurrgh!"

"Hehehe..." The large Russian chuckled as she ran back, irish whipping herself from the ropes. What could she be doing next? He soon found out as her fist came barreling towards him, hitting him again in his solar plexus. Again he grunted in pain but this time the second strike to the same area of his body prove to be slightly more effective. "Gragh...." At this point, he felt that she was going to try and go for the same spot. He knew this could prove deadly for him. Even though he was more or less a mass of muscle he still had weak points...and he knew where they were. He was like a tank...keep going for the weak points and you dismantle the whole machine. His solar plexus..as with her and every human was part of many said pressure points. Looking away he sighed. Warm up was over....

As he turned his head back to face her...his smile extended up...his eyes wide with excitement. Quickly he brought his arm up to her, like a metal bar, smashing it into towards breasts. It was his modified version of a clothesline, The Russian Clothesline. If connecting, it would make her fly backwards onto the matt due to its power. "HRAUGHHHH!! Well...i guess its time we got things started!"