Jaguar Negra vs Ivan Komorov - TLC match

Match type: TLC Match
Winning condition: Pinfall, submition or KO



Ivan was slowly getting ready for his next match. He didn't fought too many of them since his arrival to AFW, so he was more than satisfied to get himself into new match. He didn't pay any attention or do too much research about his opponent; all he knew is that he was guy named Jaguar. Regardless who was his opponent, Ivan was pretty confident that he'll destroy him and end up with another victory.

His music filled the arena and Ivan slowly walked down the aisle. He took his time and slowly proceeded toward the ring with pretty much ignoring everyone around him. Although he wasn't in too many matches, he was already gaining some hate from the audience. But Ivan wasn't here for crowd to like him - he just wanted to go in ring, beat his opponent and take his money.

Upon reaching the ring, Ivan stepped on ring apron and get inside inbetween top and middle rope. He stoped at the center and looked around. There were tables, chairs and ladders all around the ring, which bringed pretty big smile on his face. He focused his view back on the aisle to see who will be his opponent tonight.

Jaguar's entrance to the arena was met with cheer and enthusiasm in stark contrast to Ivan's. All it took was one look at the big brute and Jaguar felt like he knew what kind of person he was right away. Their height and weight difference become increasingly more apparent as Jaguar strolled down to the ring and leapt inside. People could tell already that this was going to be a contest of brains vs brawn, finesse vs force, damage vs endurance. With the tables, ladders, and chairs strewn around the ring, it was already clear that someone was going to leave bruised, battered, and broken.

Jaguar took to his corner and made some last-minute adjustments to his elbow pads and foot wrappings. He was already dreading the power that lurked inside his mountain of an opponent, but what else did he boast? Guys like this weren't always slow, weren't always stupid, and the nature of the match didn't allow him much leeway to find out.

It was going to take all his skill, speed, and strategy to take this man down. Jaguar began to grin at the prospect. If there was one thing he felt like he was good at, it was defying the odds. To start the match he settled into a smooth low stance that favored defense, he'd let the giant Ivan take the first move.

Ivan stood still and just observed Jaguar's entrance to the ring. He looked like pretty agile guy, but Ivan was convinced he'll be able to deal with it. He didn't say anything either, but just lift his arms up in air and waited for bell ring to announce the begining of the match. He glared straight into Jaguar and slowly shifting his weight from left to right leg. Still glaring in Jaguar, Ivan cracked his knuckles and moved one step closer to him.

The bell finally announced beging of the match and Ivan began slowly approaching his opponent. He knew that he's way slower than Jaguar, so it was more or less pointless in trying to rush. Ivan knew that he just had to get closer to Jaguar and never let him go after managing to actually catch him. He would still try to move bit faster last few steps with his arm extended, trying to land a clothesline on opponents neck.

Jaguar watched as Ivan inched closer second by second, somewhat suspicious that the man was moving slower than necessary. He kept himself light on his feet so as to avoid any grapples, and used the time to brainstorm strategy. Sure enough, Ivan burst forward in the final few moments with arm extended to knock Jaguar down.

The luchador had other plans however, seeing the arm swinging he made the height difference work to his advantage by somersaulting forward safely out of range. Now positioned at Ivan's side, Jaguar popped back to his feet and performed a standing dropkick into the outer side of Ivan's right thigh and knee. After landing on the ground, he'd scramble to roll back out of the way in case his move was ineffective.

Ivan tried to surprise Jaguar by increasing the tempo last few steps, but he was prepared and fast enough to evade it. After missing the opponent, Ivan stoped on place and turned his head toward Jaguar. He just groaned at him and wanted to turn toward him. But Mayan fighter was faster again and managed to land a drop kick on Ivan's thigh. Ivan's leg just bended inward a little, but it was nothing too serious for him.

He finally turned around, but Jaguar was already far away before Ivan could grab him. Big Russian began walking once again toward his opponent. This time he wouldn't try anything fancy. Just keep on walking around the ring and sending right and left hooks toward opponent once getting in his reach.

Judging from outward appearances alone, it didn't seem like Jaguar's dropkick had all that much effect. He had slammed his feet full force into those brick wall legs, and all he got was Ivan bending his leg slightly. Rolling away immediately was a good choice however, Ivan resumed his pursuit without any pause.

While Jaguar got to his feet, Ivan was closing in and begun swinging right and left hooks. He couldnt tell what Ivan was trying to accomplish, was he swinging blindly or was he trying to back Jaguar into a corner? Either way, avoiding getting hit by one of those was top priority. True to his name, Jaguar was quick on his feet, ducking and spinning out of the way as he tried to find favorable position to retaliate from. Meanwhile, Ivan pressed onward and eventually Jaguar's back would hit the ropes.

Jaguar throws himself to the side to avoid getting pinned down, but the end of one of Ivan's swings manages to graze the side of his temple. Jaguar's momentum is visibly disrupted as his head spins opposite the punch and he hits the mat hard, rolling twice onto his chest. His vision is blurry as he pushes to his knees slowly, and the whole arena can tell he's not gonna recover before Ivan reaches him.

Ivan kept on swinging with his arm. He missed most of the hits, but he didn't want to give any break to Jaguar. Wrestling match almost looked like cat and mouse game with Ivan relentlessly chasing his opponent around the ring. And persistance finally paid off. Jaguar was avoiding him for a while, but eventually he ran out of space and hit the rips. After finally traping him, Ivan stoped for few seconds before grining and following with strong punch to Jaguar's head.

It's true that Ivan missed majority of his hits, but one was enough to deal some serious damage. Russian followed as Jaguar start rolling away. Ivan would follow by grabing his downed opponent and lift him high in the air. He would hold him upside down with their heads being beside eachother. Setting him up for vertical suplex, Ivan would hold him up in air for a few more seconds before droping down on his back.

Jaguar grunts as he feels Ivan's hands latch onto him and he gets hoisted high into the air above the man's head. The luchador starts to squirm when the blood rushes to his head when Ivan lines them up. He's gotta break free, he's gotta--too late! The air rushes past him and Jaguar hits the mat hard enough to make him bounce completely off the mat again.

Even with a mask on there is pain evident on Jaguar's face in the aftermath of the suplex. He lies flat on his back, one arm hidden beneath him that grasps at the pain spasming just about everywhere. Yet even with the near blinding pain, he feels the drive to fight begin to well up within him more than before. Ivan was slow, Ivan was strong, but so far he hadn't done anything to truly surprise him.

Jaguar feigned more injury than he was feeling, slowly digging his heels into the mat and pushing himself away from Ivan. When the man came close, Jaguar would strike with a hard kick to the back of the man's knees again.

Ivan took his time and kept Jaguar hanging.. he always enjoyed toying with opponents when they're completly helpless. Ivan looke toward Jaguar and he seemed pretty beaten already. Unfortunately he was too slow to turn around and follow with any submission move, since he was already moving away from him. So Russian got up on his feet and began walking after him.

He grabed Jaguar's hair to help him up when he was getting on his feet. Still holding his hair, Ivan already prepared himself to land another punch on opponents face. This would probably send him down on canvas once more, but Jaguar managed to interupt him.

Ivan felt sharp pain in his knee before managing to land a punch. He released his opponent and let out loud grunt. Ivan could take and endure lot of pain, but this kick was carefully aimed. Ivan stilldidn't want to back away. Instead he lunged forward, trying to land another clothesline over Jaguar's neck.

Jagaur's kick landed straight and true into the side and back of Ivan's knee, but again it sounded like he was striking a brick wall. Seeing that Ivan was not outwardly fazed, his instincts told him to cover up and it was a good thing he listened, because Ivan sent another rocket fist right for his face. The blow still stung even though he managed to partially deflect it, making him stumble back and nearly fall. Ivan's assault was not done though, he was still close enough to lunge at him with another big clothesline!

Thankfully Jaguars wits were still about him and he somersaulted to the side, ending up on his hands and knees safely to Ivan's left. Sitting right in front of him was one of those shiny metal chairs reserved for this specialty match, to which he had no qualms using to their full effect. He wasted no time gripping the cold metal tightly and standing up to spin around and swing the chair hard as he could into Ivan's lower back.