Jaguar Negra vs Ivan Komorov - TLC match

Ivan went for clothesline again and result was simmilar as the first time; Jaguar managed to avoid it one more time. Little furstrated, Ivan went for a chase, but he didn't came too far. Sharp pain spreaded from his spine to the rest of the body before he even managed to turn around. Chairs were legal in this match and it was good method for Jaguar to neutrilize strength difference between two wrestlers.

Ivan arched his back and put one hand in it to rub it after getting smacked. If earlier kicks didn't hurt too much, he definitely felt this shot. He finally managed to turn toward his opponent and he began slowly walking toward him. He lifted his arms in the air and reached toward Jaguar. He didn't plan any attack; Ivan just wanted to grab that chair and rip it off opponents hands.

The sound of the metal chair blasting into Ivan's back was like music to Jaguar's ears, even if there was no oof or grunt of pain to go with it. Still, it got more of a reaction than Jaguar's kicks had been getting, so he was really onto something here. He'd have liked for more time to line up another swing, but he'd just have to deal with Ivan turning around again.

Jaguar got about half the power of his previous swing but he didn't get make impact this time; Ivan caught the chair! Jaguar knew he'd lose a struggle to keep possession of it, so he'd release it and dive onto his back between Ivan's legs. Just behind him now, Jaguar would plant his feet in the back of Ivan's calves and shove off with enough force to propel him through a back-handspring and to his feet. The bit of athletic theatrics got a roar of approval for the crowd and helped to focus Jaguar's attention away from the pain and towards his opponent. He was wary of Ivan with the chair at his disposal now, so he played it cautious and light on his feet.

Ivan got his chair without too much problems. It happened almost simultaneously; as soon as he grabed it, Jaguar released it. He tried to swing it and smack opponents head, but he was already behind him. He felt some preasure over his legs, which was followed by loud applaud from audience. He turned around to see what was going on, but everything he noticed was Jaguar on the other side of the ring.

When Ivan start walking toward the Jaguar he was already having chair up above his head. He wasn't brightest fighter in AFW, but he already learned that he shouldn't waste any second. Still, he didn't expect to catch Jagaur, so Russian simply throwed the chair toward him. Everything will be ok if he will hit his head or body and if Jaguar would catch it he would have to walk toward Russian anyway to make a use of it.

Jaguar's eyes widened when the metal chair was suddenly hurtling towards him through the air. He managed to deflect the chair's trajectory with a swatting motion, making a loud TWANG and leaving a stinging pain behind in his hands. He hissed slightly as he shook his hands out and started to circle about.

When his eyes landed on a collapsed set of stairs, Jaguar had another idea. He bent down to grab the bottom end of the stairs in his arms and charged at Ivan with a battle cry. But rather than swinging at him, Jaguar threw the ladder like a javelin towards Ivan's ankles as a distraction. Jaguar then leaped into the air, using Ivan's thighs as a springboard to reach his head. He wrapped his thighs around Ivan's head like you would for a hurricanrana, but rather than trying to futilely flip the man around, Jaguar began crashing elbow after elbow into the big man's skull.

Ivan was little dissapoineted that chair didn't do more damage, but at the end it was still better than him completly avoiding it. He followed him, but quickly stoped his movement after Jaguar grabed the ladder. It would be a complete suicide charging toward him when he had this huge ladder in his arms, so Ivan actually backed away for the first time in the match.

Ivan didn't have much problems avoiding the ladder after Jaguar throwed it toward his legs. But, he didn't realize that everything was a feint and before knowing whats going on there was Jaguar on his shoulders already with arms pounding all over his head. Ivan start grunting, but didn't respond with punching. Instead he start moved around the ring a little, so he end up standing above the ladder with each leg on one side. With his head hurting more and more and Jaguar on his shoulders, Ivan tried to do a power bomb Jaguar right on the ladder.

Jaguar earned a grunt for every elbow strike he made on Ivan's skull, which was more of a reaction than he'd been getting before. In his mind, he imagined opponents like Ivan like knights in armor. They could withstand a lot of brute force damage, but with every strike the metal absorbed it would bend and weaken slightly. All Jaguar needed was to stay competitive long enough to chip away that armor until it broke, and then he'd be just like any other wrestler he'd faced.

However, as good a strategy an analogy as it was, it was harder in practice. Jaguar could see that Ivan was still moving, which prompted him to hit even harder up until the powerbomb was executed. Jaguar screamed in pain as his back was obliterated by several rungs of the ladder, leaving him slumped into one of the gaps. Ivan having landed on the ladder himself was bound to hurt some, but it was clear that the luchador had taken the brunt of the damage here.

Lucky that Ivan could take enough beating to move over the ladder and end with power bomb. Their crashin on ladder left a loud smacking noise, which heated up the audience and arena around them. Ivan's body indeed hurt, especially since he received some beating on head along with landing on ladder. He rolled away from Jagaur and just lay on canvas for few seconds.

He looked toward Jaguar and he was still laying on ladder. Ivan continued with rolling untill he got out of the ring, where he would grab the table and throw it in ring. After getting back inside, he would grab the table again and placed it horizontally in nearby corner. After finishing, he would turn around and look where Jaguar was.

While Ivan was busying himself outside the ring, Jaguar moaned in pain as he dragged himself off of the ladder and onto the mat. He laid on his back staring at the bright arena lights on the ceiling while he panted, god his body ached all over. Didn't seem like he had broken anything, but he was 1000% sure that he was going to be sore for a week.

He snapped back to reality when he felt the mat rumble, and tilted his head to the side to see that Ivan had added a table to mix. Rest time was over, Jaguar rolled onto his stomach and began to get to his feet. He retreated towards the farthest corner turnbuckle while Ivan set up the thing. No way was he gonna make Ivan's life easy if he wanted to put the luchador through that thing.

"What are you waiting for, gigante, come and get me!" he taunted and slapped his thighs to make noise. It was somewhat reminiscent of a matador taunting a bull.

Jaguar got back on his feet when Ivan was setting the table. He turned around and the same time he already heard the taunting.. Jaguar will go through the table tonight... Ivan was sure about that. But Ivan didn't chase his opponent straight away. Instead he took a little detour and picked up the ladder first; it will make him slower, but gave him more reach insted. And this shouldn't be too big setback, since Ivan was already slow anyway.

Jaguar can run, but there was only limited amount of space in this ring - and with ladder in hands this space can be quickly narrowed. Walking toward Jaguar, Ivan would try to put the ladder in use and tried to hit his stomach with if he would get close enough. Jaguar was little annoying with his big mouth and hopefully this will shut him up.

Jaguar let out a quiet sigh when Ivan decided to bring the ladder back into the mix, that man just loved making things hard on him! With nowhere else to go Jaguar retreated to the top of the turnbuckle and sat there in a crouch as Ivan approached. The ladder have him a good reach advantage, but Jaguar still had the mobility and from his perch the space to use that mobility to its fullest.

When Ivan was in reach, he decided to try to bash Jaguars chest in with the end of the ladder, but the luchador wasn't having any of that! It seemed like both the audience and Jaguar both held their breath as he jumped from the turnbuckle over the ladder, hanging in the air for what seemed like an eternity as he whipped his feet around for that drop kick. The luchadors feet were like missiles heading directly for the giant's ugly mug of a face. Ivan might be able to train his body and muscles to be like armor, but the face was mostly skin and bone, much more vulnerable in comparison!