Jaguar Negra vs Sora Hyamato

Sora broke up the pin just in the last moment… something like that shouldn´t happen again to him. That was under his level, almost losing his debut via pin to such a cat face. Sora wanted to make him pay for this. He wanted to see him suffer in front of him… But first of the big boy needed to get back up for that.

But after Sora worked his way up to his knees slowly he saw that the luchador was on his way to him again. Sora almost had no time to react for this upcoming move. So the knee of the smaller man hit the side of his head with full impact. The Knee had a hell lot of power and speed behind it. The head of the boy was turned to the side and he was sitting upwards on his knees for a short while longer, before he fall backwards down to the mat again. Luckily for Sora I took much more damage in matches before… but if this little sucker would keep going like that and just hold him down his cards weren´t the best in this match

Jaguar's knee crashed into Sora's face and the crowd busted into cheers as the big man went down. There was something inherently exciting about watching the lithe luchador make a fool of the muscle-bound rookie, and the crowd wanted more. Of course, there were those still holding out for the rookie to make a good showing.

Jaguar watched Sora carefully as the man sank to the mat again. He was still pissed about that pin-break, and one knee to the face wasn't going to cut it. The luchador flipped Sora onto his chest and then dropped down onto his back. He grabs one of the opponent's legs, and places his ankle between the man's thighs. The luchador then lies on top of the opponent's back and locks his arms around the opponent's head. Jaguar then pulls back stretching the opponent's back, neck, and knee in nasty little STF.

"Just tap out, save yourself some pain" he growled.

When Sora was down on the mat he would moan out a bit… his head would keep spinning this shity little motherfucker was keep attacking his head… And the big man didn’t want the feel these move days later. But He couldn´t just tell him to stop there. So he would need to create some separation himself.

Sora saw that his opponent was coming closer and wanted to turn him around. This would be his chance. With one hand Sora would try to reach up, hopping to get a good grip on the mask of his opponent. He would start to pull at it, trying to pull it down from his face or at least just move it that the eye holes were moved to another place and the luchadore wouldn´t be able to see anything anymore. If that worked out well Sora had bought himself some time to breathe.

The Big Man would sit up slowly holding his head for a moment. Then he would push himself back up to his feet spinning his head around a bit.”Payback time!”, he would say quietly, while walking up to the luchador slowly. He would try to reach out with his right arm putting his hand onto the throat of the smaller man starting to choke him with his hand. Sora would pull the smaller man closer into the center of the ring. Then he would try to lift up the Luchador with his right arm right into the air before throwing him down onto the mat with a choke slam.

Although Jaguar's imagination had his plan working exactly as intended, reality was sometimes a cruel mistress. As he reached down to flip Sora over, the other man reacted by grabbing his mask and yanking it, likely trying to mess it up. However, Jaguar's mask was tight, it didn't shift enough for what Sora was probably trying for, but enough to be a nuisance that needed to be fixed.

In the short amount of time it took to slide back into position, Sora was up on his feet again and on a warpath. He seized Jaguar by the neck, causing him to gasp and grit his teeth as he punched Sora's arm. He would get dragged back towards the center of the ring, and knowing that shit was about to go down, the luchador kicked his leg out towards Sora's head. He wasn't quite sure if his leg connected or not, because the next thing he remembered was blurry vision and staring up at the ceiling lights. The choke slam must have knocked his head pretty good too, because he wasn't moving all too much.

Sora had his opponent up in the air, just a moment before he would smash him down onto the mat with all the power he had when she luchador would pull up one of his leg sending a kick to the head of Sora.

After Sora had thrown Jaguar back down to the match the big man would start to stumble around the ring a bit. Again a attack to his head this started to get annoying. And when someone started to get on the big man’s nerve he would make him pay for that. After Sora caught himself again he would stomp back to Jaguar… stepping over him and grabbing him. Sora would turn the man onto his stomach before sitting onto his back. The Japans man would grab around the neck of his opponent lock them together before the throat of the smaller man. When SOra put his arms before the face of him he would accidently pull again on the mask moving it a bit more.

In the next moment Sora would start to pull his arms back trying to catch the luchador into a camel clutch. The big man tried to bow his opponent backwards as much as he can to make the pain he would feel as big as possible. He wanted to hear the luchador cry out under his mask. Sora would not let go of him or let his hold loser, he wanted to make him suffer.

Jaguar's head was still swimming with pain as Sora took hold of him, flipping him over while the luchador's vision blurred in and out. He began to crawl away when Sora sat on his back, nothing good came of letting your opponent seize that advantage. Hands clasped beneath his chin and started pulling back on him, creating blinding tension in his neck and back.

Jaguar growled and groaned in pain as Sora bent him backwards, his torso and arms flexing as they grabbed and punched at his arms. Again his mask was messed with, this time pulling it up and forcing the luchador to hastily grab on to keep it in place. This momentary distraction gave Sora the opportunity to take Jaguar's other arm and force it back over his knee.

Jaguar knew he was in a bad spot here, and the crowd loved it. They'd probably be thrilled no matter whose face was getting pounded into the mat, but he still felt like if their positions were reversed, cheers for him would have been louder. Still he would not give Sora the satisfaction of shouting or howling in pain, he could take it!

Sora kept his opponent in the camel clutch for some moment. He wouldn´t start to scream. That wasn´t very nice of the masked wrestler. He wanted to hear him cry out, to scream like his live was in danger but no he was just keeping quit all the time. It doesn´t matter how hard Sora started to pull at his face. The little cat was quit. Unlike to the fans. They started to cheer for the bigger man. Sora had no plan why but he didn´t mind the moon of the crowed anyway.
They could cheer for him or for that cat masked wrestler… Sora new that he was the best and he didn´t needed a crowed to prove it to him. He could prove it by winning matches!

Sora decided to change his plan! If he couldn´t make the other fighter cry out… he would take care that he would be quiet for some long time. Sora would pull one last time at the throat of his opponent before he would try to throw his own upper body forward and get close to the back of Jaguar. The Japanese Man would try to warp his arms around Jaguars neck for a sleeper hold. In the next instance he would try to flip them both onto Sora´s back where the boy would pull the luchadors legs apart with his own.

Sora tried to get his opponent into a rare sleeper hold, wanting to choke him out for good. While Sora had him in this hold the big man watched that his shoulders were high above the mat so he wouldn´t be counted out per accident.

Jaguar's arms flexed and his feet kicked as he tried to slide himself free, push himself free, escape by any means he could. Though he did not shout in pain, that did not mean he wasn't suffering greatly. The man's weight was like a boulder on his back, and the tension in his vertebrae was excruciating. His mask hid most of the pain in his expression, but the crowd could still see the tension and stiffness in his struggles.

It was a welcome relief perhaps as Sora threw him forward, though he had no time to relish the moment. The other wrestler jumped on his back, sliding his bicep beneath Jaguar's throat and behind, compressing his airways with a sleeperhold. His lighter weight allowed Sora to roll them around, staring up into the bright overhead lights. Jaguar knew the next step, immobilize the enemies legs with your own, and preemptively acted to avoid this.

He grunted as he kicked his legs up, pulling them in towards his chest to avoid Sora's ploy. This would be a repeated gesture, for Jaguar was sure as soon as he relaxed his legs downwards, the man would try again. It was also energy wasted when one was trying to avoid getting choked out in a sleeperhold, but it was a necessary evil.

"That...tickles" Jaguar choked out as he slammed his fists into Sora's arm. He was already starting to feel the lightheadedness of oxygen deprivation, but he would try to fight through it.

Sora was keeping this hold locked in thigh. He had won many matches with that one and maybe he could earn another victory with this here in the afw. He know it was really hard to break out of this sleeper hold if it was locked in right and for some time. As longer as someone was in this as harder it became to break out of it again. Over the times the strength of the caught one would start to disappear.

Sora would smile when he heard what the luchador was speaking throw his choke. That was kind of cute lying about the situation he was in. Sora would bow forward a bit getting his move as close to the spot where he thought where Jaguars ear was. Then he would whisper quietly. “First I am going to choke you out here in the center of the ring and after the match I will rip the mask away from you ugly face and show it to the whole world so everyone can see how you look like… doesn´t that sound like fun?”

Jaguar breathed quickly in controlled spurts, sucking in air through the mouth and slowly exhaling from the nose to make sure he didn't cycle too quickly. He was getting more and more lightheaded, Sora had a pretty good grip and technique, and Jaguar figured he'd used this move once or twice before to win a match. His limbs were getting heavier, eyes harder to keep open, the burning in his lungs and throat more and more prominent. Resisting the body's natural urge to thrash and flail in response to being choked was difficult, but he thought he was doing an admirable job. That was, until his opponent decided to whisper something he just couldn't ignore. That threat on his honor and integrity as a proud luchador could no go unanswered, and he found himself teeming to the edge with newfound energy.

Though Sora couldn't see it, there was a fury like never before inside Jaguar's eyes. Jaguar raised both of his arms into the air and balled them into fists. He'd bend and swing both his arms swiftly downwards, turning his elbows into spears that he would jam right into the undefended obliques of his opponent repeatedly. Further, he'd throw all his weight to one side, and then to the other, trying to get himself off of Sora's chest and onto his side. How long this burst of activity would last was unclear; he'd already been suffering from the sleeperhold for almost ten seconds, and even rage couldn't counteract oxygen deprivation.