Black & White Catfight - Jaguar Negra vs Gato Blanco

Jaguar let out a strained, yet excited roar of triumph when his dropkick sent Blanco flying through the ropes despite his attempt to guard. He was really feeling the rush of sweat and adrenaline as he popped back to his feet, feeling light as a feather. Jaguar threw his arms into the air and tried to rile the crowd up further as he jogged for the nearest cornerpost, hopping clean to the second rope and then straight to the top. True to his image, he sat crouched in a feral position before standing slowly, raising his arms from his sides and then above his head into a point.

Nimbly, he bent his knees and then took to the skies with a daring backflip. He was mid-flip upside-down before he realized something was wrong, a split-second blurry look at Blanco showed that he wasn't alone. Too late to do anything about it now. Jaguar's flip completed it's course and he crashed diagonally across the combined features of Blanco and Holly. Together all three wrestlers collapsed in a heap to the ground. A chorus of boo's and cheers resulted from him accidentally catching Holly in the crossfire, including the referee shouting a warning at him.

As Jaguar picked himself up off the two, and staggered over to the edge of the ring. Looking at Holly dazed like that gave him a slight twinge of guilt, he had no business attacking her when she was just here to watch, but he also thought she should have known better than to get in between two luchadors going back and forth like they were. A mixed bag of guilt as it were.

Holly was right on top of Blanco, checking him over after the stiff dropkick had sent the luchador falling out of the ring. Chest heaving as she panicked, failing to keep control, Holly pulled Blanco close, even as the referee started warning that he would have to start a count. The couple completely ignored him, much to their detriment: neither of the two saw Jaguar come flying out of the ring, crashing into them with a dive!

The impact was brutal, and both of them took it full-on. Blanco was crushed beneath not just Jaguar's flying body, but Holly's, as well. "Gah!" he cried out, as Holly's body came down hard on his already aching lungs. Holly took the brunt of the Jaguar's assault, however- feeling the young man's muscular back colliding flush with the back of her head, the British valet immediately had her lights put out as she collapsed to the floor.

The bodies of the couple lay flat, motionless on the ring floor. Holly was completely unconscious, the force and sudden motion having ruined her once poised, glamorous look: her clinging cocktail dress had been hiked up to her waist, leaving her red panties completely exposed, her legs completely spread eagle. Her mouth was slacked wide open, arms draped above her head, back arched and ample chest thrust upward, as she lay lifelessly on top of Blanco. The luchador himself was similarly splayed out, arms and legs akimbo as he stared up at the ceiling. Blanco himself took a few moments to stir, beneath Holly's still figure. Her body had protected him, as much as he would have greatly preferred to have taken the hit himself. Lifting Holly's hand, Blanco dropped it, confirming that she was out cold. Even beneath his mask, his worry was evident. The Brit had let herself get too worked up, too concerned, and had paid for it.

Blanco himself wasn't doing so well, either. With the referee beginning to start a count, the white-masked veteran was struggling to get off his back. With Holly's buxom figure mounted on top of him, it would take Blanco a few moments to get upright, and then get the helpless Holly rolled off to safety.

As the referee started up the count, Jaguar watched as Holly and Blanco still lied entwined and mangled together in a heap of limbs. Blanco was slow to remove himself from Holly, gently rolling her to the side so that he may recover. However, that was not in the books for him tonight as far as the feline luchador was concerned. As soon as Blanco began to sit up, Jaguar shoved off from the edge of the ring into a running start. About a meter away from Blanco did he jump and jut out his right knee, intending on blasting Blanco right in the face.

Now behind the older wrestler, he'd come from behind and grab him by the waist of his pants and the back of his mask. Paying no attention to the sprawled out Holly, he yanked Blanco up to his feet and started into a slow run. He threw Blanco under the bottom ropes and back into the ring, and then crawled in himself.

Jaguar allowed himself a brief pause to catch his breath, then crawled atop Blanco's back. He pulled the man's arms over his legs like he was setting up a camel clutch, though that idea was quickly dashed when he began pushing Blanco's head down rather than pulling his chin up. Jaguar started to lean forward and then flipped Blanco over onto his shoulders, pinning the man there with his legs.

Upon seeing this, the Japanese fans instantly recognized it as the Gedo clutch, and he won over more than a few hearts and minds for adopting a Japanese technique.

"ONE!" the referee called as he slid down to his chest to count the pin.

All Blanco could feel, aside from the dull ache through his body, was Holly's near-lifeless figure on top of him. Gingerly, he was trying to roll her off, looking right into her still face, jaw still slouched open, eyes closed. Right then, however, Blanco's vision filled with the Jaguar's knee, coming in hard and fast, blasting him right in the face.

Holly rolled off to the side roughly, as Jaguar yanked her man out from under her. The buxom Brit rolled onto her face in a humiliating position, dress still hiked up, her thong-clad ass jiggling as she flopped onto the dirty arena floor. Blanco, meanwhile, was getting dragged roughly back into the ring. Head stinging off of the knee, Blanco's time on the floor had nonetheless given him a chance to catch his breath, get his bearings. He was a bit worse for the wear, but it was hardly the first time the luchador had taken a rough dive.

The veteran felt Jaguar mounting his prone body, and was a bit surprised when the Jaguar rolled him into the Gedo clutch, instead of going for the submission. Ribs still aching from earlier, Blanco's legs began working as the ref started the count.

Leaning his legs forward (relative to his own uncomfortable position, anyway), Blanco tensed and readied himself. He could feel his core aching from the earlier dropkick, but he knew he had to work fast if he was going to escape. Rolling off one shoulder, twisting on his neck and shoulder like a breakdancer, Blanco flexed his bicep, and used it to begin working the Jaguar's right knee off the mat. The full body twist would pull him out of the pinfall just after the referee hit a dramatic "TWO!" count, and upend both men.

Rolling back up to his boots, Blanco sized up his young opponent. Jaguar had been on fire, for the moment, but this had gone beyond a simple exhibition, now. Thinking of Holly, laid out and humiliated at ringside added some fire to the luchador's offense, now. Charging as soon as he'd rolled upright, Blanco jumped off the mat to deliver a double-boot stomp, right to the back of the Jaguar.

Another last second save as Blanco kicked out at the two! Jaguar clenched his fists tightly, the man just wouldn't stay down! Every time he thought he'd smashed the man to a pulp, he always recovered just in the nick of time, and it was starting to get increasingly more aggravating. With the Gedo clutch having failed, Jaguar slid his knees back under himself to get up, only to be met with two boots to the upper back!

Jaguars torso slammed back down to the mat in surprise, but by no means was he stunned by this. The younger luchador swiftly rolled to his chest, somersaulted, and then was back to his feet. His breathing was increased and it seemed the intensity of the match was starting to show in his features, but he was determined to show he had enough left in the tank to still seal the deal.

Like an angry bull Jaguar charged at Blanco this time, ducking his head low and opening his arms as he went to grapple for Blanco's waist. The objective was simple, plow into the man and grab the back of his thighs to unseat him. He'd carry Blanco as far as he could before the weight made him fall back or he rammed Blanco into a turnbuckle. Not the soundest of strategies at first glance, but Jaguar wanted to get his opponent into a no-escape position, maybe use some of that pent-up aggression to wail on him and break down the man's stamina.

The young Jaguar seemed to have a head of steam on him, and the momentum was clearly on his side. Blanco rolled back up to his feet, watching Jaguar do the same. The veteran luchador's entire body was aching, Jaguar having been pushing him to his limits, tonight. A quick glance at ringside showed Blanco that Holly was still down, from taking the brunt of that outside dive. The British bombshell was still laid out lifeless on the arena floor, thong-clad ass sticking up in the air, the consequence of getting herself too close to action that was getting hotter and heavier by the minute.

Blanco turned just in time to see the Jaguar lunging at him, with a spear-like charge. Blanco caught the Jaguar in the midsection, rolling with the blow, even lifting his legs to make Jaguar's catch easier. Too fast to dodge, Blanco opted to roll with the punches, to try and minimize the pain that the Jaguar would inflict and wait for his opening.

Which would only help so much, of course. "AARGH!" Blanco cried out, as the black-masked man drove him into the corner post. He felt the turnbuckle digging into his spine, the powerful young man's shoulder driving into his core. Gritting his teeth, Blanco sank into him, and tried to re-position himself on the ropes.

Lifting his boots up onto the second rope, the luchador wrapped his right arm tight around the Jaguar's neck. With his left, Blanco would deliver a clubbing elbow to the Jaguar's back, followed by another, hoping to soften him up. If he could do that, it would open some room for Blanco to then push off from that second rope, pushing through the pain in his core and back to come swinging out of the corner. Tucking his legs around the Jaguar's waist, Blanco would deliver a spinning DDT right off the corner post, planting the Jaguar's head hard against the mat.

Thwack! The force of Jaguar's shoulder ramming into Blanco's chest shook the elastic ring ropes back and forth and doubled the man over. Releasing Blanco's legs, he kept his head angled downwards and grabbed the ropes, preparing to back off a bit and slam his shoulder in a second time. That ought to really drive Blanco's stamina down as he fought to catch his breath and endure the aches and pains.

Once in ramming position again, Blanco interrupted his plan by dipping an arm behind and under Jaguar's neck to keep him locked in place. Pow! A spiny elbow routed pain in his lower back. Pow! A second earned a loud grunt from Jaguar as he shifted his stance, trying to back his head free. This played into Blanco's strategy as he shoved off the middle ropes and whipped around. The white-masked luchador aimed to use his weight and speed to likely deliver Jaguar's face to the mat once more, but some last minute clever thinking saved his hide.

Jaguar looped his right elbow over the ropes and a split-second tug-o-war was enacted between the ropes and Blanco's force. It ended with Blanco's back touching down on the mat a little less than gently but ultimately and more importantly, there was no DDT fufilled. But aha! There was a new opening!

Jaguar let go of the ropes and reached for the back of Blanco's pants. He summoned up the strength in his arms and legs to heave his opponent up high, and then jumped to let gravity's sweet embrace do the rest of the work in powerbombing Blanco to the mat.

Blanco's back hit the mat forcefully, slipping off of the Jaguar's head when he latched onto the rope. The impact put a hurt on an already-baching back, but what truly surprised Blanco was what came after.

Looking up at the ceiling, the luchador saw the Jaguar come looming over him, blocking out the flourescent lights. The young man was on him in a flash, and still able to summon the strength to hoist Blanco's entire body off the mat, putting him in position for a powerbomb. Rallying, Blanco deliver a couple of stiff fists to the younger man's head, but nothing would delay the inevitable.

On the way down, the white-masked veteran tucked his arms protectively across the back of his skull, protecting his head from as much of the impact as he could. Upon impact, the luchador groaned in pain, but kicked away from Jaguar as they struck. The luchador would still be laid out on his back, but with some of the force distributed across his back, resulting in less of a shocking impact. Still, Blanco would be far from springing back to his feet. The powerbomb had sent a shockwave through Blanco's body, leaving him laid out, leg in the air, pectorals heaving as he fought to breathe.

Following the impact of the powerbomb, both Blanco and Jaguar laid there while they recovered. His opponent had gotten in a few shots to the back of his head, but in the end he'd wager the impromptu powerbomb had dealt a greater blow. This was absolutely no time to rest, Jaguar told himself, not when he had an opponent so prone!

Jaguar pushed up on his hands and knees with a deep grunt as he got to Blanco's left side. He dipped his hands beneath Blanco's body and flipped him onto his chest. His first priority was to lift Blanco's left arm over his right knee as he stepped over the man's back, and then quickly focused on the legs. Blanco's left leg was folded across the back of his right knee like a figure-4 set-up, and then his right ankle grabbed. This way Jaguar could pull up on Blanco's mostly immobilized legs to create pressure in his back, and also keep control over one of his arms.

Not having much luck on his past pin attempts, Jaguar went for the next best thing in a submission hold. He'd either get the older luchador to tap, or further whittle him down in the struggle!

After the high-impact powerbomb, Blanco winced in pain. He'd managed to soak it as well as he could, but that could only accomplish so much. Pectorals heaving, Blanco lay back and breathed slowly, all in an attempt to center himself. He could see Jaguar hurrying back upright, and Blanco needed to be mentally ready to respond to whatever the black-masked luchador had in mind.

Blanco could feel Jaguar twisting him into the curious position, setting him up for a submission maneuver that would try to keep almost every limb trapped. And as he did so, Blanco kept every limb tensed, pushing outward slightly, extending his limbs slightly, as Jaguar put him into position. The pressure began to mount in Blanco's spine, as his body was manipulated, turned and twisted. And as the Jaguar began rolling him up to lift on the legs, Gato sprang back to life.

Then, at the opportune time, Blanco released the added tension, retracting his limbs slightly, creating room to make his egress the way an escape artist might. Through a combination of sweat and grit, Blanco slide the arm off of Jaguar's leg, rolling his shoulders over on the mat as he did so. Blanco pulled his legs in, kicking off the Jaguar's grip, pulling himself out of the leg lock. Pulling his knees up tight to his chest, the veteran then kicked off hard, planting his boots hard against Jaguar's abs, trying to launch the younger man off his feet and create the distance between them that Blanco would need to get back upright!

Once he could manage that, Blanco would roll backward, getting into something like a runner's position. From there, he could launch himself forward quickly, swinging hard as Jaguar would try to get back up, to aim for a shining wizard aimed square at the center of his fierce mask.