AOBA Returns II (Done)

AOBA has return to the league after suffered by the hands of Alex putting her into the hospital right when she got back, once again returning fully healthy and knowing that her friend Mai Flo no longer in the company for personal matter, now she have her superior joining instead, Sgt. Nagase. Shes alright with it but hopefully not running into her or else she'll get chewed at for failing on taking on Sven and Alex, she hopes to take em on again and beat them up for revenge but for now, shes ready for another match and this time, out to really kick some ass without putting her into the hospital again. "Hmmm... not much... changed...."

Scanning around the area as shes dressed in her black shoes, thigh black slacks, her tight blouse shirt that only two buttons able to hold on due to her huge milky breasts, red ribbons around her wrists and lastly her long red scarf around the neck, brushing her silver/grey hair which its unique in her own ways, her red eyes looking around for any interesting opponent to face, didnt matter if they're a woman or a man but prefer taking on the bigger opponent just to have a sense of pretending they're her enemy and willing to beat the shit out of them, secretly wanted to hurt the men after she was beaten badly twice, twice sent to the hospital for R&R. "Anyone.... here.... for a challenge?"

Not wanting something only submission hold, due to her lack of skills in that section, wanted some good rough NHB either right where she is, from the entrance to the arena inside or in the ring, or even the workout gym, anywhere she doesnt care, just want some rough match without any limits to trouble with. "Any.... takers?"

It had been a good day so far for the man who called himself the main character of the AFW. Ronan had slept until around two in the afternoon after pulling an all nighter reading up on his latest manga find, spending the first couple hours of the day working out in the gym. That led up to what he was currently doing, laying down on a bench backstage while flipping through the pages of one of his older manga chapters, having changed out of his gym clothes he was in dark blue slacks and a white shirt with the top three buttons undone, a dark blue jacket which matched his pants laying behind his head as a pillow. He had technically been on the roster of the AFW for about a year now, but in most of that time he had been in training, a couple matches here and there but never anything official until recently.

Ronan didn't pull his eyes away from his manga until he heard a woman asking for takers, laying the chapter down above his head with the pages spread to his current place as he looked over at AOBA. Blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't just suffering from bad eyesight for reading in such low light, Ronan moved his eyes from the woman's feet all the way up her impossibly long legs and then just stopping at her giant breasts, thinking to himself those buttons deserved a medal for managing not to break.

"Maybe." Ronan said simply before sitting up suddenly, he swung his right leg over the bench so that he faced her, leaning over a bit as he clasped his hands together in his lap. It seemed to him she wanted a fight quite badly and he wasn't doing anything at the moment, fights always seemed to find main characters like him so he was used to it by now. When he had heard the word challenge somehow inside his mind Ronan had thought she was calling him out, a strange mistake to make but he didn't give it a second thought before speaking out.

His hand rose up as if he were in class or something, hanging there for a few seconds before he continued his previous statement, "If its a fight you want I can give it you. Its part of the main character's code that he can't turn down any challengers, especially when they are a beautiful woman after all." Moving his hands to his knees Ronan slowly pushed himself up to his full height of six feet, taking a couple steps forward but still keeping a bit of a distance between them. "So challenger gets to pick the match, or is this just gonna be a straight up fight? Either way I'm game, names Ronan Aeoniro though of course you knew that already, mind telling my your name?"

AOBA been wandering around just looking for a match with someone hopefully someone worthy that is, just something she can take someone out with frustrations which she normally calmed about her emotions, but after going to the hospital twice, she starting to get more secretly pissed off from this. Walking around the area only seeing few people that doesnt seems to be a wrestler or anything of a sort, until she simply hearing a word 'maybe' out of nowhere, her head turns to see a guy sitting on the bench reading some sort of book with pictures on it, gazing with her eyes at him not sure if it were him or not, until he slowly moving a bit before standing up just much taller than her, but unfazed by his appearances at all.

Listening to his request on challenging her into a match, she keeps her eyes staring at him not cause he looks young and strong, but curious how good can he be and worth her time to get into a match of a sort. She was a bit confused about 'main character's code' even he tries to flatter her saying shes beautiful, his words doesnt affect her at all but he asked if he gets to pick a match or a straight fight, and he introduce himself and asking her name in exchanged.

"Hmm... my name is AOBA.... I'll keep it short, do not like to talk much... type of match, preferred anything goes... win with KO..... do you agree?" She stand her ground, hands on her hips staring at his face waiting for his lips to move to speak his words, maybe he might be a good opponent that might be the unlucky one to take all of her hidden anger right into him. **Poor... bastard** she thought, he will soon cross path with a wrong person to face with.

Throughout the entire time he had been talking to her this AOBA had not reacted in the slightest, not even batting an eyelash when he complimented her body. Women were supposed to say something when he made remarks like that, either blushing or even slapping him across the face for staring, but she just stood there staring at him with her hands on her hips. It seemed he had run into one of those silent types who just liked to fight, fine by him as she would no doubt give him a good fight and serve as a good plot twist for today's chapter. Cracking a smile he locked his fingers together and reached towards the ceiling, stretching out his lean body as he held back his answer for a moment just to try and get some sort of reaction out of her.

In truth he had already made up his mind the moment he laid eyes upon her, whatever match she wanted to do was fine with him though his eyebrow did raise a bit when she chose more or less a street fight. His eyes fell back down to stare at her breasts, suddenly wondering just how long her top would last in a fight, one half of his mind betting against the other. Dropping his arms back down to his sides he slumped his shoulders and leaned in towards her. "Name is AOBA, little talking, and a fight to the finish, check. While I do regret the possibility of hurting someone as down right sexy as you AOBA I agree, heres hoping we can get a drink or eight after this."

AOBA continues to stare at him with her intimidating red eyes but doesnt seem to affect much on this guy Ronan, watching him smiling while stretching his locked fingers up in the air before bring it down, he is very curious to meet her especially she obviously notices him staring at her large breasts which every guys couldnt help but to take a peek at it, shes used to people doing that and even they get their hands on it as well or even her breasts were to exposed, she was trained not to let her emotions bother her and keep pushing through and fight.

He then leaned forward closer to her face as she doesnt move at her, hearing his words trying to compliment about how sexy she is and hoping for a drink and/or going eat after this, she slowly closed her eyes before opening to speak out calmed and sigh a little. "If you beat me... I may accepted your offer to go get some.... drinks and eat if you wished to... I do not mind Ronan." She takes a moment to slowly her eyelids lowering into an intense stares of being more serious looks, "But... hurting me is nothing compare... of what Im going to do with you... please be prepare to fight" Honestly blunted words of AOBA, being truthful and downright straight to the point.

She then getting into her stance with her right fist back, front left feet on the floor, she would start this brawling streetfight match right now instead of going anywhere 'safe' which theres no such thing when they're in the league in her mind, whether Ronan is prepared or not, she goes to test him out with one hard straight punch aiming for his midsection.

Her stares were having quite the opposite effect on Ronan, instead of intimidating the man he just stared back into her crimson eyes without blinking, quite intrigued as he had never seen eyes that color outside of manga or anime. His face moved even closer to hers as he looked upon his reflection in her eyes, entranced by them for a moment before he realized what she was saying. Leaning back away from her Ronan gazed upon her with a look full of questions, looking as surprised as he felt inside that the same woman who had just asked a stranger for a no holds barred street fight without even hesitating had just taken his flirtations seriously. He had asked for a drink without even thinking about it, he often asked every woman in the league he came across to go out with him at some point or another, but he hadn't expected her to accept so easily.

"Wait, seriously? I just have to beat you first huh, well if I wasn't motivated before I certainly am now." Ronan spoke while averting his eyes up and to the left, as if he wasn't taking her seriously even though he was. He just couldn't keep looking at her without admiring her female form more closely so he just looked away as she then made her little promise about hurting him. "I don't hold back so we'll see about that AOBA. One last thing though, when I win and take you out tonight we must discuss that unique name of yours." Ronan locked his eyes back onto AOBA just as she moved into a fighting stance, taking a step back before getting into a combat pose of his own, feet spread shoulder length apart and his hands raised up to shoulder level in front of him. Gazing upon her he couldn't help but be reminded of street fighter by the ribbons and scarf that flowed off of her, an air vent behind him blowing across her making AOBA look just like a manga character ready for an epic confrontation, imagery he could get behind.

"Whoa eager I see!" Ronan exclaimed as he swiftly moved to respond to her aggression. He dropped his left elbow down in a swinging motion to knock the fist aside before it could connect. In the same motion his right arm shot out in a quick jab aimed for AOBA'S face, using the downward force of his elbow block to add power to his punch he clearly wasn't going to hold back, it would be pointless after all since he never could restrain himself in either words or violence.

AOBA stares intensively into Ronan guy, a bigger person than herself of course, all males for most taller than most women but she isnt the type of person to back down a good fight, maybe he have potential to keep her interests but she'll have to see it first hand. She wasnt impressed with him flirting with her as she pretty much takes everything seriously even someone would joke with her, if AOBA loses to him she would have to go out on a 'date' which its an odd thing for her to deal with, but whats done is done making that sort of deal. "Yes... seriously... only if you can win..."

Speaking truthfully to him which she can tell he was excited for this street fight, something about that makes him dangerous for someone looking forward for a rough hard match like that. "I will not hold back either... and for my name... will shall see...." Though her name isnt that unique but then again, its just AOBA, four letter word with some sort of meaning behind it, but he'll have to beat her to find out himself as they're prepared for the 'match' right there and now as she goes out shooting out her fist aiming for his stomach, but Ronan was pretty good reacting quickly intercepting her punch with his elbow knocking out of the wait, didnt hurt her fist much as she learned to endured pain whatever it maybe for a long long time, he goes in to aim for her pretty hot face, but she ducked down to avoid getting smacked like that.

**Hmmm not bad....** she though down kneeling down avoiding his quick jab, brawling fist punching is her forte and that one punch isnt going to hit her... yet, clenching her fist tightly making a bit of that gripping sound, slightly popping with all of her muscles and bones tighten up as hard as it can be, she hoped her suddenly launch of her left fist aiming to uppercut his jaw with her jump, maybe if she could follow up kicking at his chest to flip away from him giving both some space between them. "Hmmmm!"

"Oh she is a fast one huh" Ronan thought to himself as she ducked beneath his quick right jab, actually relieved his instinctive strike had missed its mark. He didn't want to scar her beauty and since he couldn't hold himself back he would just have to hope she continued to avoid blows to the face, he didn't want to have an injury hurt their conversation later on during their date after all. She may have been fast but so was he and this early on it didn't seem either of them was going to let themselves be hit that easily, nor did either of them look like they were going to go easy on the other. The faint sound of her hand clenching tight brought his eyes glancing down in time to see her rising in an uppercut, but Ronan reacted on instinct bringing his right arm back and in the same motion turned his left arm downward to catch her fist in his hand. The strength behind her blow made stopping it not an easy task, her fist driving his hand upward until he finally brought her to a stop a couple inches from his face.

"Oh I intend to win, don't worry." He never did grab onto her fist , he wasn't much of a planner after all and hadn't thought she would be quite so agile as to kick off his chest as she did next. Stumbling back a couple steps he grabbed onto the table behind him to steady himself, grinning wide as he rubbed his chest where she had hit. Her foot had torn right through the thin material and with a shrug of his shoulders he ripped it off entirely, tossing it away to reveal his body had about as close to zero percent body fat as humanly possible, his toned muscles easy to spot though none of them were over sized like some of the giants around the AFW. "So enjoy the view and everything AOBA, though if you feel you need to return the favor please go right ahead."

With that said he charged forward with his right fist cocked back by his head, quickly closing the distance between with the apparent intent to delivering a powerful right haymaker. When he got in close however he did quite the opposite, not out of any sort of planning but instead just doing what seemed natural in the moment. He threw the punch but curved it down missing AOBA entirely, but using the momentum of the swing he spun his body around on his right foot bringing his left leg swinging around for a spinning kick aimed at her right side.

AOBA was able dodge his pretty strong looking fist, she can tell with the strength behind his punch as it release the flow of the gushing air, which she was thankful her own speed could catch up and avoid getting hit hard by it, he have proven that his attacks can really pull some hard punches which she'll have to avoid as much as possible and strike when she can see any opening. She tries to uppercut with her tight fist aiming for his jaw but his strong hand catches her punch, just pulling her slightly closer to his face not intimating from his words but his grip onto her fist were strong, escaping from his hold quickly with a kick to the chest so she can flip out away from him giving some space, and landing down onto her feet still keeping her eyes on him.

AOBA notices his shirt were ripped showing his pretty well fitted body, hes been training and getting into shape for a long time, this match will be tough for sure but, someone like him will be worthy to for her challenge, now he comes at her quickly and looks like he'll go for the over head punch which she bring her arms up to block his attack knowing she'll slide back from the blow, but then his punch didnt exactly come in contact as it actually missed her, and her eyes wide open when his kick comes around hitting her side. "URghhh!"

Her body was kicked and sliding her feet on the mat as shes pretty good distance from each other, gritting from the pain as she rubs her side looking at him showing slight painful expressions, panting a bit. "Ugh.... good...." Enduring the pain as she goes rushing in risking herself to come up face to face with him, clenching her fists to swing her strikes right at him and she'll keep going straight if he decided to jump back, aiming for the front shoulders and below of his rib cages to soften him, weaken him in some ways.

What may have looked like clever thinking to AOBA was in truth nothing more than pure instinct, a skill Ronan had been unknowingly training since his days terrorizing the gangs of New York City. He could see the massive tits of his opponent ripple as the force of his kick washed over her, the woman sliding sideways a bit leaving him room to continue to swing of his leg and bring it down so that he was back in his combat stance. Taking a single deep breath Ronan released it slowly to bring his heart rate back down, watching AOBA gingerly rub her side with pain clear on her face. The right side of his mouth curled upward into a half grin as she complimented his kick, jumping from foot to foot now as he awaited her next move.

"Now I know you're no where near done beautiful." Ronan managed to say just before she charged in at him forcing the man to leap back out of the reach of the first couple blows. She just kept coming however, forcing him onto the defensive which was his least favorite thing to be in a fight, bringing his arms up like a boxer to absorb the first strikes thrown at his shoulders. He continued to back step even as he grimaced from the punches that hit his expose gut, but he kept his hands up as he remembered from some movie that was the right thing to do, even if his body was telling him those lower punches hurt a lot too. "Grrrrrrrr." He began to grit his teeth until he found himself back against the same table from earlier, once again his body acted before his mind could think as Ronan dropped his arms and reached around AOBA.

"Once again I'm sorry about this." Ronan called out as he endured her punches in an attempt to wrap his arms around her waist, looking to lift her up and spin about to slam her right through the table covered in cups of water.