NHB Match Dante Sunderland vs AOBA

No Holds Barred Match
Victory by Pinfall, Submission, or KO

It's been few and far between that Dante Sunderland has been participating in matches in the AFW, mostly because of personal dealings. Though he found himself finally being granted a match by the staff, another chance to really prove himself out there. He had a big smile on his face, stretching out as he looked in the mirror before slipping on a black wife beater.

"The..jeans aren't really working for me are they?" Dante would say with a bit of a nervous grin as he realized how constricting they were to the type of moveset that he used. So instead, he took the advice of his sister, something rare as it was usually him giving the advice, and he tried something new. He would look in the mirror, looking at the white baggy pants that he had chosen, still with a nervous smile on his face. "Well I...guess this will do!" He would then look over to the chair where there lied his title belt, one half of the Tension Tag Team Champions. He would smile slightly before letting out a sigh, putting the belt over his shoulder.

He would let out a small laugh before exiting the locker room, heading towards the curtains. Soon after, "Just Watch Me" From James LaBrie would play over the speakers as the lights flashed a bright white and Dante stepped out onto the stage. He would be met with a loud applause, being recognized as one half of the tag champs as he made his way down to the ring. He would slide underneath the bottom rope, handing the belt to the ref girl who would hand it to one of the ringside crew. Dante would smile big, looking up at the entrance ramp as he awaited the arrival of his opponent.

Getting a challenge against this somebody name Dante Sunderland, apparently he's one half of the Tension Tag Team Champions, more than likely he have a lot of experiences in matches to get him that far up to earned that title belt. AOBA shrugged and doesnt care less whether her opponent's a champ, a somebody, all she cares about is beating someone for her own pleasure, proving that she can beat anyone no matter how strong they are, how tall/giant they can be, she'll kick their asses!

"Hmph, he better not waste my time if he's weak...." Cold hearted she is, changing in the locker room, putting on her tight black slacks, black shirt that can only button up couple of em due to her large breasts, black shoes and lastly, red long ribbons around her neck and wrists, standing up and stares at the mirror, adjusting herself and grin, looking at herself feeling very confident, not gonna lose to some half tag team champ.

Exiting out from the locker room and heading out to the ring, walking out after his music finished, her's start playing and heading down from the ramp, the crowd never seen her before, this is her debut match in the AFW. Tons of cameras flashing from her large busts, just so nice for them to enjoy, she didnt care, cant be helped. Looking at the ring to see her opponent, glaring at him while walking up on the steel steps and sliding between the ropes to enter the ring. Arms cross in front of her chest and walking up to the center, he's about the same height as she is, doesnt bother her at all, glad that she'll get a chance to pummel his face.

"So, you're my first opponent in my first match huh? Looking forward to crush you ....."

Dante would wait and watch patiently for his opponent before her music would begin to play. He would begin to psyche himself up, shaking out his arms and legs before the girl would make her way out onto the ramp. The first thing he would notice, not all his fault but the fact that they were sticking out quite a bit, was the girl's very large breasts coming out from her chest.

Dante would blink a few times, a slight hint of red appearing on his face as the girl stepped into the ring, the size of her breasts making it so her shirt was barely buttoned. He would have been completely mesmerized by them had he not heard the girl's words. He would shake his head, snapping out of it as he would look up to her eyes.

"Right ah, sorry. Um..Right looks like it. I'll be the one welcoming you to the place!" Dante would say with a smile on his face, the sight hint of red still lingering. He would take a couple steps towards the girl, not really knowing her nature as he would hold out his hand, his smile as warm and welcoming at ever.

"My name's Dante Sunderland. I hope we can have a good match!" He would say, offering a handshake to her.

Comfronting her opponent in preson, notices that his face is bright red, more than likely because of her large busty breasts, any men would stare at it, innocent guy would blushed by it. He didnt seem to hear any words from her mouth when she said she would crush him.

ABOA looking at his bit of red face and looking down slowly to notices his hand out, offering an handshake, looking back up to his face as she ignored his offering, responding to his greeting but not in a good way. "Dante huh? Hmph, a good match would be giving you black and blue...." slowly moving in closer to him, her busts actually a lot closer "all over your face...... punk" leaning in much closer to his face, glaring in his eyes with her hands on her hips, her busts almost touching his chest.

"Lets just start the match already" Slowly backing up, taking few steps back with her hands up, closed tightly and ready to beat her first opponent.

As it was clear that AOBA wasn't going to accept the handshake, Dante would be slightly disappointed, visibly showing on his face before he would hear AOBA begin talking again. "U-uh.." He would let out when the girl made her intentions clear before she would lean in closer to him. Though it didn't seem like she was doing it on purpose, the girl's breasts were just barely touching his chest as she would glare at him, continuing her words.

"W-well...we'll see about that. I won't be that easy." Dante would say, trying to prevent his face from turning more red as AOBA's breasts were just short of touching him before the girl would suddenly back away, bringing her hands up and closed into a fist. Dante would relax a bit, letting out a small sigh before bringing his arms up as well.

"Lets" He would say before she bell would ring, signifying the beginning of the match. Nodding his head he would make his way towards the girl, signalling for a test of strength if she would accept.

AOBA keeping her distance, both hands up with her fists tighten, the bell began to ring as we finally can start our match, determine on beating this guy, Dante. Dont like 'Mr. Nice Guy', she'll simply just wanna crush him and get it over with.

She watches him moving up to her as he wanted to do test of strength, AOBA not much of a grappler but more rather a brawler, glaring at him as she moving in close to him, opening her hands up and slowly moving it close to his hands, she smile evily as she tried to fake it and kick her right foot out, aiming for his stomach. "HMPH!"

If it connects, she'll try to follow to lock his head under her right arm, pressing his face against her busty breast, tighten in the side headlock.

Dante would smile slightly as AOBA would raise her hands up, looking like she was going to engage in the test of strength that Dante was signalling for. He was thinking in his head that he was glad that they would be able to start the match out in a traditional way, really showing which of them would take the upperhand in the beginning.

As he reached to meet her hands in the test of strength however, he would suddenly feet a heavy impact in his gut as AOBA would give him a sudden kick, taking him off guard. "Gaagh!" Dante would let out, doubling over as he would try to back up but would instead be caught in AOBA's side headlock.

With his face pressed against the side of AOBA's breast, Dante would develop a large blush on his face, blinking a few times before he would feel the pressure begin to build up, causing him to try and pry the girl's arm off him.

AOBA manage to kick Dante in the stomach by surprise and locking his head under her arm, applying the side headlock with his face pressed against her large breast. She can feel the heat from his face, she takes a look and see that he's blushing from the soft busts of hers, show a hint of smile and says.

"Men loves this, their greatest weakness....."

While Dante trying to pry her arm from the hold, she use her free hand to ball up into a fist, smacking on top of his head, trying to soften him up, dazing him if possible so she can weaken him up for later. "Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!!!"

As Dante kept struggling from the girl's headlock, he had no idea that she had noticed the blush on his face from the closeness to her breast. It wasn't until he heard her words about it that he would suddenly stop his struggles, eyes widened as he felt like he was caught.

He would go to say something about it, but would suddenly feel the girl's fist collide with his head, rattling his brain quite a bit. He would let out a groan from the pain before he would attempt to wrap his arms around the girl. Strength wasn't his selling point, but he had to escape from the girl's grasp or he would just end up as a punching bag. As much as he enjoyed the feel of her breast, her punches were getting to him quite a bit.

If he was able to wrap his arms around her, he would brace himself before attempting to lift her up and slam her with a backdrop.

AOBA enjoys punching his head like trying to crack a large walnut, grinning from beating her first opponent in AFW, getting the pleasure for getting the upperhand and soften him up, but she was too focused on punching his head and not realizing his arms wrap around her waist, she stopped a moment with her eyes wide open.

"What the....?! UGH!"

She was lifted up by his hold and slamming her back down to the mat with the backdrop, she bounces off the mat and roll backward and landed face down, her busty breasts use like a cushion to prevent her face touches the mat almost, she groan from the pain, reaching up to hold the back of her head, a bit daze from the suprise move by Dante.