New Faces, Old Arena - Debut! Getsu Mikado vs Jaguar Negra

MATCH TYPE: COUNT-OUT
FIRST WRESTLER TO STAY DOWN FOR A 10-COUNT WILL BE DECLARED THE LOSER. STANDARD MATCH RULES APPLY.

JAGUAR NEGRA:

VS.

GESTU MIKADO:

It was time. It was about goddamn time. Finally the bureaucrats in charge at the AFW had figured out what to do with the foreign wrestler all the way from South America. It wasn't like there weren't other foreigners competing in the league, but he was rather miffed that it had taken them so long to schedule his debut. He had been told "more market research" was needed, they needed more time to figure out an ideal opponent for both him and the consumers. It was all bull to him.

Still, he was rather relieved that he'd finally get a chance to duke it out in the ring. He'd been told that his opponent was another rookie also out for their debut. Well at least they weren't trying to set him up as a, what did they call it here? A jobber? Losing on purpose had never been his style, and he didn't intend on changing that for the sake of the AFW.

Out in the arena, the lights began to dim and a mix of Japanese sound and spanish guitar began to emanate from the speakers. Jaguar took his cue and headed out into ramp towards the ring, met with a mix of shock and applause as the audience got their first look at a new wrestler, a luchador to be precise. His getup was anything but generic, from the intricate jaguar mask to the mayan sash round his waist and gilded leg warmers.

So far so good. The audience seemed to take well to Jaguar's style as he climbed into the ring and stretched out a bit. Naturally his focus turned back to the ramp when the lights dimmed again, and the guy to be his opponent was announced.

Getsu Mikado, the moon emperor by name translation, looking like a man in his early 20's of mixed japanese and spanish decent would appear at the entrance of the area. The music began to play announcing his arrival, a slight remix of the song Pehonix by Fall Out Boy. As he walked down the ramp, he first had a calm grin and waved at his first fans.

He would eventually change his demeanor greatly upon arriving at the halfway point to the ring. His eyes narrowed and his expression becake neutral and determined. He analyzed his new found opponent and began making plans for the obvious high flyer. To him, this was less of a fight and more of a surgery, with Getsu being the surgeon. ((I got that line from batman))

As he made his way into the ring, he grabbed one od the ropes from the floor, yanking quite hard on it as he pushed up with his feet, making him launch up a bit to where he landed with his feet on the edge of the ring outside the rope before doing a sideways roll over the top rope.

Jaguar watched his to-be opponent make his entrance and head towards the ring. He seemed to change his demeanor slightly as he approached, becoming more serious and dropping his smile. He performed somewhat of an acrobatic entrance into the ring itself, certainly more flashy than Jaguar's. Perhaps he was a show-off, but his lack of a smile made him think otherwise.

Jaguar nodded towards Getsu in acknowledgement, and again to the referee to let them know he was ready. He adopted somewhat of a relaxed, yet poised stance, mimicking the behavior of a cat stalking helpless prey. Any moment now the match would begin, and Jaguar would sink his teeth right into that pretty-headed punk.

Getsu widened his feet a bit and turned his lower body to the side slightly. He held his hands infront od him with one in a fist and the other more to the side in a palm. He could see the man likely judging or trying to analyze him but the mask was in the way.

"Nice mask."

He gave an earnest compliment before the fight could begin, making sure there was distance between them with Getsu having his back to a turn buckle

Jaguar was slightly puzzled by the supposed compliment, unsure whether he was being sincere or patronizing. He didn't have a whole lot of time to ponder either, the bell began to ring and signal the beginning of the match.

Jaguar had fast footwork, circling back and forth while he gauged the best plan of attack. When he was ready, he threw his back into the ropes and ran towards Getsu's left flank. He threw his arm out like he was going for a clothesline, but a second before impact, he suddenly dropped down and slid across the ring. Now behind Getsu, Jaguar popped back up to his feet and spun around, aiming a roundhouse kick for Getsu's lower back.

Getsu kept his back to the turn buckle instead of a rope to goad him into an attack like this. He ducked down to avoid the clothesline, and put his hand to the ground to balance, upon Jaguar attemtping a round house kick, Getsu used his lower position and did a rising kick at Jaguar's leg to hopefuly knock him off and make him fall back into the turnbuckle where Getsu would rush him with a flurry of kick boxing punches and knee thrusts to the ribs

Jaguar's leg stung slightly after Getsu countered his roundhouse with a kick of his own. So he had some skill of his own. Jaguar was slowly worked back towards the corner as he did his best to dodge the flurry of punches being thrown at him. Jaguar wasn't much of a brawler in comparison to this guy, he clearly knew his way around a ring. After taking a knee strike to the ribs, Jaguar coughed out in pain. It was a mild hit, but Getsu's onslaught just kept on coming and he'd be in trouble if he stayed trapped in the corner much longer.

Grabbing the ring ropes beside him, Jaguar jumped and vaulted himself upward in a display of impressive athleticism, landing in a crouch on the turnbuckle corner. He was out of range of any normal strikes now, and he had the high ground to launch his counter attack. He jumped feet first at Getsu, aiming himself just right so that he caught getsu's head between his legs. Jaguar's momentum carried through and swung his body to complete a hurricanrana, throwing Getsu wildly towards the center of the ring.

Getsu would do a double upward palm thrust at the backs of his knees, hopefully hitting his hamstrings pretty hard but still gets caught and rolls to the middle of ring coughing a bit hard before jumping up and backing away clearing his throat with a look of cold analyzation.

Both Jaguar and his opponent were quick to recover from their introductory blows, suggesting that neither of them were going to be pushovers. Jaguar got back up to his feet with a soft groan, shaking out his legs and testing them out after those palm strikes. He was still in good shape now, but he should be sure not to get careless.

Jaguar cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck around. Now that they'd both gotten a good first taste of each other, they could really get things started. Jaguar again began to circle about, taking note of the stance Getsu was in and what he had learned from their brief scrap. He held his arms up as a gesture, challenging Getsu to a test of strength. Neither of them was bulky by any means, so it would likely turn into a test of skill more than anything.

Getsu let off a brief grin as he ducked down to lower the attack area and goes for an uppercut towards Jaguar's jaw but just before it would land, he also does a sweep kick at his legs to try and make hi, fall and drop down on the fist as it collides with his chin

He kept his body low and his center of gravitt stable with his spare hand by his side in a fist ready to grab or counter if needed