Rematch! - Sven vs AOBA (Complete)

Sven was certainly not expecitng to be hit with.....whatever it was that AOBA sprayed with him. He didn't even know what it was. All he knew was that it was cols, and some of it got in his eyes, blinding him yet again momentarily."Ahm what the fuck?!" he screamed, starting to get back to his feet even though he couldn't see right now, just not wanting to be caught on the ground. "Damn it! What the hell was that you stupid - UGGGHHH!!!" Something cold, hard and metal would be driven into his midsection, pressing just about all the air out of him, and because of his sight he couldn't even see what it was. Then it would withdraw from him before blasting upwards into his jaw. There was a loud clang and Sven's eyes rolled into the back of his head before he would fall to the ground without a sound. That hard hit nearly knocked him out on the spot, but through some miracle he regained conscious, and merely lay groaning on the ground.

AOBA waited for Sven to get up and slamming her fire extinguisher in his stomach to double him over uppercut him with the same extinguisher to knock him back and landing him down on the floor. "Heh..... heh......" she lightly laugh from his painful mistake and enjoy watching his pain, dropping the extinguisher behind her and down on the floor.

AOBA tries to reaches down for his hair to pull him up standing and trying to toss him over the guard rail and into the crowd so she could follow him with her. "Ready for more..... beatdown...." Once they're over and in the crowd, she tries to grab his hair again and pulling thru the crowd to go to the backstage for more bloody actions.

Sven was really out of it as he lay spread eagled on the floor, barely conscious after being struck so hard by AOBA's fire extinguisher. He hadn't expected her to pull weapons on him, and was starting to wish he had brought a few weapons to the ring himself. Maybe then he could have ended this match sooner, and he wouldn't be where he was now,

Sven would groan lowly as he was pulled up by the hair by AOBAm not knowing what she was up to now, but was non resistant to being lead around by her. Then, to his and the crowds surprise AOBA would be thrown over the crowd barriers. "UGGH!!" Sven grunted as he landed on the floor, colliding with a few chairs that people quickly vacated when they saw him fly at them. Now lying in a heap on the floor, a pile of chairs surrounding him, Sven could barely move. That was until AOBA pulled him up by the hair again, apparently not done with him yet, and the audience would give her a wide berth as he was lead through the crowd, not knowing what she had planned.

AOBA grabbing Sven hair to toss him into the crowd and following him out, then grabbing his hair again and pulling him with the backstage which the camera man following us to get see more actions. As both getting to the backstage, she can see ladders, large giant trunks, steel chairs, anything anyone can think of.

"This is.... gonna be fun...."

She tries to drag him to the back and gonna use the area to take him out and make him being his bitch instead. She tries to get him laying on top of of the giant trunk thing, before taking her time to get the steel chair to use on him. "Hmmm.... this should be good......"

All through the arena and into the backstage area Sven would be dragged by AOBA, too punch drunk to do nything to stop her. He was only hlf-aware of wht was happening, but he did know that AOBA had brought him to the bakstage area, where the AFW staff worked nd prepared most of the matches, meaning there was all kinds of dangerous tools for them to work with.

Sven would groan tiredly as AOBA would bring him iside here, the cameraman recording every moment that happened backstage so the people in the arena and watching it on TV could see every moment that happened. They would see AOBA toss Sven's bodt up onto a black trunk, which he would lay across without a fight, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to regain his bearings before AOBA could try something truly horrible on him.

AOBA tossed Sven over the big black trunk to keep him still hopefully while she was looking for the steel chair which she found it from the distance, picking it up and folded up in her hands before heading over to Sven nearly weaken body. "This is.... gonna be.... very good".

She went over to his body and decided to climb up on the large trunk and standing over his head and looking down to see his head, she barely smiling but in her mind shes really happy about this, she slowly raise her chair and ready to attempt to slam his head hard with the steel chair. "Hurgh!"

Sven blinked away the tiredness as AOBA grabbed her weapon, Sven still writhing in pain on the trunk he was tossed on top of. He didn't move much other than a few weak squirms, allowing AOBA to leap on top of the trunk with him, standing over him. Sven would look up at her towering half-naked body, barely able to see her face past her massive breasts, but could see her eyes looking down at him with manacing intent.

When the chair came down, Sven's eyes would widen in alarm, and would quickly try to grab the chair before it connected with his skull. "Gghg, fuck you," Sven growled, keeping hold of the chair, trying to keep AOBA from hitting him with it.

AOBA was gonna slam the steel chair right on top of Sven but as soon the chair coming down on top of his head but he reaches up to catches her chair shot, grabbing it while AOBA standing on the trunk above Sven. "Grrrr...... !" Shes struggling to smash his head over with the chair, wanted to really ruthless slam him hard.

But while struggling with him while standing just above his head, she tries to keep him struggling with him and using her foot and aim and kick him in the face. "How.... about this?!"

Sven growled as he struggled with AOBA for control of the chair, mainly stopping her from using it against him for now. She seemed to be determined to hit him with it, and if he let go she would probably succeed. So he kept a firm grip on it, the only thing he could do right now. "UGH!" he grunted from the kick to the head, rocking his skull and dazing him. "Not...good enough!" he growled, and would attmept to use the chair they were holding onto by jerking it to the side, hoping to to toss her off the trunk she was standing on and onto the floor.

AOBA struggling with Sven as they're fighting over, more of Sven trying to survive getting hit by the steel chair, while they were struggling she kicked him in the head but he didnt let go but only seeing his head getting knocked back, just when she was gonna do it again, she suddenly felt her chair getting yanked with her and slip off the trunk.

"Ahhhhh! UGH!!!"

She flew off the trunk from Sven pulling onto the chair and landed on her side hurting her shoulder, grunted from the pain as she tries to get up while rubbing her shoulder.