Neo League 0064 - NL#0079: Sven vs Aaron

Description: As part of a promotion, Sven Maesters, the world Rookie Champ, goes out for a Neo-League match with the number one Boy Scout fighter, Aaron. Heading to 'The Crack', the wrestler finds himself enduring the arrows as the boyscouts understands what it means to face the Warwolf. Who will come out on top? The Eagle, or the Wolf? <Winner: Sven>

It had been a long hard day for Troop 667. The scouts had worked all day to clean up Antelope Canyon. The work was hard, having to clean up the trash and derbies left at the Donald Trump rally. While the sun beat down on them and their muscles ached, they had high spirits. Their high spirits were due to the hero they read about in Boys Life, Aaron Fang.

The hero of all scouts who saved so many innocents in the Metro City incident had come to help with the clean up. As the natural beauty of the area was coming back. Aaron stood in a flat clearing with beautiful layered walls surrounding it by 2 sides. In that shade he took off his Philmont sun hat, and retrieved his bow. The other cause of the good moral came in, the challenger brought in courtesy of the Neo-Leauge.

"Boy Scouts are HORSEHOCKEY!"

That was the cry from the World Rookie Champion, Sven Maesters. The Warwolf saunters into the canyon with all the bravado and swagger of a true villain. In his hands is a bag of chips, which was empty of course, but he kept rooting around in it as if it had something. Stomping ahead with his great big boots, the Warwolf had his rubber wolfman mask half on, pulled up slightly so the wrestler could eat his chips. Which he didn't have. Looking around half blind, the blond-beard Swede tries to give the appearance he was looking at the boy scouts, his lips in a sneer. "What a load of losers! It is lame! It is boring! And a waste of time!" The wrestler balls up the bag of chips.

And promptly, throws it away.

"Where is Aaron?!" The Warwolf declares, sliding his mask down. Swirling his wolfskin cape, he thrusts a finger around, pointing at the scouts. "Where is the loser? Where is the Rainbow Mania loving weenie? I am a champion!" He points to his World Rookie Champ belt, upon his waist. "And there is no way no kid could thump the WARWOLF!" Throwing back his head, the towering swede howls.


Aaron looks at the Warwolf, stares him in the eyes. The scout walks up to him. In a most polite manner he says “Hello, you must be Mr.Maesters, I am Aaron Fang”. With that, he puts out his hand to shake and says “Congratulations on your World Rookie Championship belt. I hope you enjoy our approaching fight” He says it all while seemingly ignoring Sven’s insults and littering.

The bag is quickly snatched up by a small Tenderfoot. Aaron was trying hard to set an example to the scouts, and doing a pretty good job from the looks of it!

The wrestler looks dead on at the teenager as he approaches.

Breathing steadily under the mask, he just stares with his steel blue eyes. As the boy scout makes the grab, the wrestler looks to the tenderfoot, and then right back to the boy scout before him. He mutters something under his breath. "Alright, you look like good kid. But I gotta be tough with you, okay?" Very quiet, so quiet that the mics couldn't pick up. Sven had a different message for them.

And he shows it as he knocks aside Aaron's hand.

"Feh! What a joke! You are like a clown!" The Swede's insults boil out as he strides around the Boy Scout, flexing his arms. "You are all clowns! You are a fools! Boy Scouts are a camp for weenies! Sven Maester Number One! Boy Scouts Number Zero!" Shaking both fists in the air, the judge of the fight clears his throat loudly. Sven turns around, and takes a place a decent distance away from Aaron. "You better be tough little boy! Because the Warwolf will only eat the strong!"

"And throw away baby weenies like you!"

COMBATSYS: Sven has started a fight here.

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Sven             0/-------/-------|

Aaron says, "oh my"

COMBATSYS: Aaron has joined the fight here.

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Sven             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Aaron

While acknowledging that the wrestler was not being personal about it, Aaron still had the gut reaction to debate with him. He had to keep down the urge to do so, with quite a bit of effort on his part. The judge starts the match and Aaron jumps back. As he leaps in the air he lets loose in a very formal tone, "So begins the fight of the Wolf and the Eagle"

His bow jets out in front of him. He carefully pulls back the string, without drawing an arrow. With careful aim, he lets loose and arrow of blinding light right at the Warwolf.

COMBATSYS: Sven dodges Aaron's Arrow of Light.

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Sven             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Aaron

Wolf and the Eagle?

Eh, it worked. As Aaron jumps back, Sven himself jumps back as well. The judge called for the match to the begin, and the boy already was drawing back... wait there was no arrow. As the string comes back, Sven doesn't let his guard down. Shuffling his feet, he readies himself as the bow string is let loose. And with it, an arrow of pure energy fires away. Sven backflips, bounding high up.

And fixes his feet squarely on the canyon walls.

The arrow of energy strikes the wall as Sven, a full man up, leaps right off the wall. Rebounding off, he flings himself through the air straight for the boyscout. Legs open, he attempts to catch the boy with both legs around his neck. Should he get there, he would just the momentum carry him, letting him knock the boy scout right off his feet, and right to the ground.

ANd there, Sven would just sit on him, arms high in the air.

COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits Aaron with Strong Throw.

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Sven             0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0            Aaron

The arrow whizzes by like a streak of light. Sven had avoided Aaron’s arrow and climbed the canyon walls. The wolf came down like a falling rock. Aaron let out a sound of an "Ggrrk" as he got hit right in the throat by the wrestler’s big hairy legs.

He was being crushed under the wait of the man, he had to get him off. The ornate eagle head on the end of the bow was not just decorating, it was meant for clubbing. With his free hand, Aaron swung his bow right at Sven back, hoping to get the very heavy weight off his throat.

COMBATSYS: Sven barely endures Aaron's Medium Strike.

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Sven             0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0            Aaron

Sven wasn't going to be shaken off so easily.

"AROOOO!" Was the howl from the titantic Swede as he makes his mount. Forced in the clinch, he keeps crushing the Boy Scout underneath. As he struggles, he barely notices the bow coming to his side. The bow hits him, and he tries to ignore it... until he feets the sharp pain at his side. "GRAGH!" He roars as the boy continues to forces hard back. Sven begins to wrench off the boy, the scout being far stronger than the wrestler thought... and far more armed up close.

So it was time to double down.

Still battling to remain in close quarters with the archer, he turns against the bow. Slamming back down at the scout, he attempts to shove the bow aside. Struggling, he attempts to make a pin, to flip the boy over facedown, and aim to pin him down. He would wrench a leg back as he kept him down.

As long as he stayed in close, he wouldn't worry about that bow anymore!

COMBATSYS: Aaron blocks Sven's Medium Throw.

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Sven             0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0            Aaron

Aaron had barely been able to catch his breath when the wolf came back. Aaron wanted to keep him off. As the Swed tries to grapple him again, Aaron braced himself by putting his bow in front of him. Sven pushed him down to the ground and applied a lot of pressure on him, but he still kept hold of his bow.

wanting to give some more distance, Aaron grabbed the base of his bow in one hand. He pushed Sven off, bringing himself to a stand. He swung the bow at the wolf. After the swing of the bow, Aaron would throw three arrows in the close quarters to take advantage of the opening.

COMBATSYS: Sven auto-guards Aaron's Scout Salute.

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Sven             0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0            Aaron

Not quite a pin.

Struggling with Aaron, he doesn't quite manage to get him down. It was the bow that was the problem, with the bow between him and Aaron, he just couldn't get him down. What was worse, is that with a hefty shove, the teenager manages to get him off him. Staggering back, the Warwolf growls as Aaron swiftly unleashes a volley of three arrows, point blank.

And Sven staggers back.

Swinging his masive arms, he deftly guards against the arrows. Two are deflected around him, as he keeps moving back, while the third is outright caught with his hand. Throwing the arrow down, he beats his chest. "Sven is Number One!" He roars, as he picks up speed. Roaring in, he flings himself into the air as he lashes his legs out again. Spinning in a corkscrew pattern, he would slam his legs right into Aaron's chest, and use the moment to just SLAM him hard on the ground. A kick, a grapple.

A little bit of both.

COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits Aaron with Howler.
- Power hit! -

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Sven             0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1            Aaron


So much pain.

Aaron is slammed right into hard soil. It hurt, he could feel the cracks in the earth when he landed. It would normally seem hopeless. But not for this Scout.

Aaron stood up. He felt his surroundings. He felt the land returning, and he felt the Scout Spirit surge. He was blazing in a fire of red and white. Eyes focused on the wolf, he strengthened his bow string.

COMBATSYS: Aaron charges his next attack!

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Sven             0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1            Aaron

That one seemed to really, really hurt.

The full strength of the world rookie poured right into the boy scout. Sven is quick to recover, rising from the dust after the slam. Standing tall, he bellows, pounding his chest. "AROO! AROOOOOO!" He howls twice, building himself into a frenzy. And with that, he grips his wolfskin pelt, and hurls it off.


Sven begins to turn pink, as he froths at the mouth. Flying into a frenzy, he thunders straight at Aaron, both hands balled up into a full-sized double fist. Hurling himself wildly, he attempts to blow his fists straight into the boy scout before he could make his shot.

Or maybe during, if he DARED.

COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits Aaron with Fierce Punch.
- Power hit! -

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Sven             0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2            Aaron

Sven struck Aaron’s face dead on, and launched him back several meters. The scout’s face what bloody, his nose was broken, and his uniform would definitely be blood stained. Aaron, he still had a gift for the WarWolf.

Standing tall, the Eagle Scout quickly drew out one arrow, then another, and another. 12 in all. Each arrow was imbued with one the 12 points of the scout law. He unleashed one after the other, each bearing tremendous force. It was a continuous volley, done by one scout. He starts to feel cold, even in this hot desert, as he fires the last arrow.

But he would refuse to just fall over and end it.

COMBATSYS: Aaron keeps on fighting!

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Sven             0/-------/--=====|>>>>---\-------\0            Aaron

COMBATSYS: Sven interrupts Empowered Scout’s Law from Aaron with Wolfensteiner.

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Sven             1/------=/=======|>>>>>>>\-------\1            Aaron

Sven was also not backing down.

As the overwhelming blow comes rioting out, the brutish Swede doesn't stop his rampage. Thundering after Aaron, the volley of arrows begins. And the Warwolf... just forces his way through them. The first three arrows land true, driving deep into the wrestler's arm, shoulder, and chest. But as the next three came, the wrestler bats them aside, letting them tear his forearms. Forward flipping over the seventh arrow, he wraps his legs around Aaron's neck as he launches the eighth arrow. Squeezing tight, he pulls his full force back, slamming Aaron face down into the dust... and continuing to roll. Crunching his body as he tumbles, he finally launches Aaron away, hurling him away as he howls.


This was it for Aaron.

He could feel his strength failing. Only had one arrow left uncrushed. He has the wolf at his throat again. As he falls to the ground, a cloud of dust rises.

Under the cloud’s cover, Aaron rolls away. Crouched on the ground, he pulls his last arrow out. The world being to tunnel, the only thing in sight was that wolf. In silence, he lets go the arrow. It was cloaked in a white chi, needing a trained eye to see. As the arrow leave the bow, so does the rest of the world to the Scout.

COMBATSYS: Aaron can no longer fight.

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Sven             1/------=/=======|

COMBATSYS: Sven blocks Aaron's Leave No Trace.

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Sven             1/----===/=======|

Uh oh.

As Sven rises from his staggering Wolfensteiner, the boy scout was... was finally ironed down. Gasping for air, the great heaving wheezes, the enraged Warwolf is already moving towards the downed Aaron. Charging towards the cloud, the dust clears just in time to reveal that the boyscout was... not done either. The boy was aiming the bow at him. Sven, flailing his arms, keeps charging as the arrow is launches. With deft luck and skill, he manages to catch the arrow in his arm, letting it graze through him. Groaning in pain and rage, the Warwolf is over Aaron.

And the boy scout was down.

Standing high over the archer, his body trembles in rage. Blood trickles from his body. With a growl, he rips the arrow from his body, from his arms. Fatigue surges back over him, as he sighs, sitting down into the dust. Breathing hard, he waves at the judge, as the fight is called. "Warwolf is number one" He groans.

"Boy scouts are horsehockey."

COMBATSYS: Sven has ended the fight here.

Log created on 18:56:42 05/18/2016 by Sven, and last modified on 22:34:13 06/01/2016.