Rematch! - Sven vs AOBA (Complete)

Over and over again Sven would hammer his fist into AOBA's face, not allowing her to get away or avoid them thanks to her own ribbons that only moments ago she had tried to use against him. It was a hell of a brutal tactic to use, especially against a woman. But Sven knew AOBA could take it.

After an inumerable amount of punches into her face Sven would outstretch his arm when he tugged on her ribbons again to pull her in, trying to hit her with a massive clothesline, one that may damn flip her in mid-air if it connected.

AOBA was getting way too dizzy from getting her pretty hot face pounded in over and over by the vicious Sven and his fists, her head snapping back and returning to his fists over and over that eventually her nose starting to bleed a little bit. "Gahhh Gahhh! GAHHH! GAHHH!" She groan each time his fists connects but the last few hits she starting to get quiet.

But when Sven yanked on her red ribbons toward him and waking her up with his massive clothesline. "Auuuugh!" Send her flipping in mid-air and at the same time the force of her flip causes the ribbons to ripped before landing face down on the mat with a grunt, laying there after impact as her ass jiggles nicely for Sven could see and the crowd.

Sven's powerful clothesline had absolutely rocked his female opponant, not only flipping her once in the air but actually tearing the ribbons that were around her wrists. Sven was glad for that. He hated the way those things waved around when they fought.

Sven would tear off the remains of the ribbons around his neck, tossing them aside before he would turn back to AOBA again. He spat out a bit of blood before he would move to mount her back, and once he did he would grab her arms and drape them over her his thighs. Then he would cup her chin before he would pull back on it, trapping her in a camel clutch, pulling her head back until she was looking straight up, where he would look into her eyes with evil intent. "Give up," he ordered.

AOBA was laying down on the mat after taking the vicious clothesline that causes her to flip into the air almost 360 but instead just halfway into 180 and landed face down on the mat, groaning from the painful move Sven pulled off, her face was just so much in pain, she barely able to pushes herself up until Sven decided to sit on her back for more of his tortures.

He pulls onto her arms to drape over his thighs, then she can feel her chin pulled back into his Camel Clutch, her back starting to stretch out along with her neck until she looks up straight at the ceiling but his ugly face blocking the way as he asked her the simple question, she grunt as she tries to reply...."Nghhh... give up?.... ugh... never heard of it....." trying to be a smartass of course, her shirt was having a bit trouble holding her busty breasts as its stretching out quite a bit, if he gonna hold her a bit longer, its gonna pop her breasts out.

Sven continued staring down at AOBA as he pulled her spine to its limits, looking at the bruises and marks he had put on her face, as well as the bloody nose she had. He gave no reaction to the sarcastic answer she gave him, expecting such a response from her. But then he would crack a devilish smile. He would loop one arm around her throat, adding a chokehold to the camel clutch, now pulling back on AOBA's throat in stead of her chin. "Ever heard of a broken spine?" he asked with a sneer.

AOBA manage to reply but only thing happen is when he gives a devilish smile before wrapping his strong arm around her neck instead of his hands to hold her head back, adding his chokehold with his camel clutch, her bites down her teeth as her back was starting to signaling her in pain, Sven knows her weakness she thought but even tho, she wont give up.

She looks up at him when he asked her about broken spine, she tries to speak out. "Nghhhh.... yeah but.... that would means... ahhhgh.... you wont win this match.... if that happens.... gahh...." She tries to endure the back pain of his nasty choke hold like sleeperhold with his camel clutch, she tries to spit at his face just to enjoy his angry expression.

Sven grinned with a nasty looking expression as he looked down at AOBA's pained face. The chokehold/camel clutch looked like it was putting her through some real hell. He didn't want to be her right now. "Oh, you think so?" Sven asked snidely when she mentioned how a broken spine wouldn't help him win the match. "It's an 'I Quit' match. I think I would quit if I had a broken spine. And I think you would to - AHH!!" Sven grimaced when she suddenly spat right in his face. His face twisted up in disgust, and then it turned to anger.

"You fucking whore!!" he screamed, and would release the camel clutch variation so he could slam her face into the mat. Over and over again he would do it, looking to make AOBA's face into mush.

AOBA was pissing Sven off after interrupting his little chat with her while stretching and choking her in his Camel Clutch/Sleeperhold combination by spitting at his face, she could see him really angry before her view of his face soon turn to look down at the mat, kissing it over and over in a very harsh way.

"Nghhh! Nghhhh! Gahhhh!"

Her pretty hot face was getting slammed down over and over after he lets go of her neck and releasing from the camel clutch just to smashing her face down on the mat for making him mad, her head just starting to swim in pain, getting more dizzier than before, even dazed, the blood starting to make some print mark on the mat from every time her face getting smashed in.

Over and over again Sven would slam AOBA into the mat, doing so with ruthless nger until her face became bloodied and that blood would begin to stain the mat. Only after a good dozen or so slams would Sven hold off on his attacks, drop AOBA`s head back to the mat, panting from his sudden outburst.

Not even knowing if AOBA was even alive or not after that but confident that she would be moving for awhile Sven would decide to put AOBA`s humiliation into action. He would begin to strip her of all her clothes, starting with her shirt, and then by pulling off her pants.

AOBA face was getting slammed over and over that the mat starting to show bit of red, her blood appearing right on it as its getting slightly bigger and bigger before her stops slamming her head down and leaving her facing down on the mat, completely dazed.

Her body was spasms from the beating so quickly and soon without her knowing whats going on, her clothes begin to taking it off of her from her shirt and pants which Sven could see her wearing black panties and of course, no bra or top for her breasts, he could see her well toned body from top to bottom, really well shape for a busty woman that he might like a lot.