Jaguar Negra vs Sora Hyamato

Sora was holding his opponent in this position for some time now and it wouldn´t be much longer till he would finally pass out. At least that was what Sora thought. But the luchador had another plan for that. He would hit his elbows into the sides of the big man, making him moan out in pain. He was able to hold his opponent in front of his chest for some more moments. But that wasn´t long until the smaller man start to throw is whole weight from side to side trying to break out of this.

After some moment Sora was unable to keep holding on to this hold and needed to relies his opponent. When the luchador was away the bigger man would try to make his way back to his feet, always an eye on Jaguar. He would finish him of… all that Sucker bought him now was some more time, but the end was sure. Sora would stand above his broken body. And he would pull down this mask!

Jaguar's mind was clouded as the choke weakened him further and further, but he wasn't too far gone to realize when he had been released. He rolled several times in quick succession away from Sora, ending up on his chest as he coughed heavily and grasped at his throat. The sudden return of free air burned the throat as he sucked it in through large gasps.

Far, far too close for comfort there, Jaguar knew he was just moments from lights out there. With Sora potentially hot on his heels, the luchador pushed on and rose to his feet, chest pumping rapidly and sweat dripping down his sides. The crowd cheered to see him on his feet again, and the excitement in the room had gone up another level or two. Things were certainly approaching the climax of the match, but which fighter would eek out a win here? Jaguar raised his arms and prowled to circle his opponent so that they might soon find out.

SOra would touch his sides. The masked wrestler was able to jump of the edge of his blade and got away from him. But this was the last time he would get that lucky. The next time the big Japans man would get his hands on him he would end this match for sure without giving him another chance to get away like that… SOra would make sure he would stay down for good then.

Slowly the big man would start to get back to his feet. The pain in his sides were disappearing pretty fast compared to the pain he was still feeling in his head from all the attacks of the luchador aiming for the skull of the bigger man. These attacks he would feel for some days after the match. But Sora would make sure that Jaguar wouldn´t forget that match either so fast.

When sora was making his way back up to his feet he saw that his opponent was circling him with hands high. He needed to smile when he saw that. “You really think that is so a smart move going up against me like that? Be best thing you could do right now is run… and get the hell out of here… but if you want I can keep beating you up till they have to carry you out of here!”

With that Sora would start to slowly walk over to his makes opponent, getting ready for the next round.

Jaguar was on high-alert as he circled Sora cautiously, still recovering from the aftermath of that brutally close call. His spirit had been knocked down a peg or two, as had his cockiness, but he was far from calling it quits in this match. The hair on the back of his neck bristled as Sora tried to goad him into running away or making a mistake, and the luchador gritted his teeth as he tried to control his temper and not concede to the man's plans.

While Sora was slowly walking towards him, Jaguar would break out into a run. He angled himself to come in from Sora's left side, passing him so that he could jump and plant his feet into the middle rope and bounce upwards. The momentum allowed the luchador to flip spectacularly in mid-air via a lionsault, a windmill of arms and legs that would hopefully discourage the man from any counters before he smacked into him.

SOra was just about to make his way over to his opponent when he saw that his opponent might had the same idea right now. The luchador was running towards the bigger man. Looks like he still didn´t wanted to quit and walk away from here. Instead he wanted to take the painful way and get beaten up from Sora.

When the two man were close together Sora wanted to reach out and grab the smaller man. But he was fast, too fast so he got away and get behind the bigger man. As fast as he could the Japanese Man would try to turn around and look what his opponent was up to. It was never something good when your opponent was behind you!

But the Luchador was already able to pull something off. He launched himself high into the air and performed a back flip in mid air. In the next moment he came crashing down onto the bigger man. Sora only could moan when his opponent was pressing him down to the mat with his weight. In the next moment he was back down with Jaguar on top of him.

WHAM! Jaguar was thrilled that he managed to pull off his lionsault and crash his bigger foe into the canvas, he just wished that he hadn't taken as much damage before that. While still laying atop Sora, the luchador quickly throw a leg over the man's chest and mounted his chest as he grabbed the man's hair. He started raining down punches with his free hand, trying to give the man bruises and the worst headache of his life.

When he was done, Jaguar somersaulted forward off of him and into a crouch, chest panting with exertion and sweat dripping from his limbs. His face felt the brunt of his condition, it was sweltering inside his mask but nothing short of the bittersweet face of death was gonna get him to take it off. He decided against giving Sora more time to rest, and started to climb the turnbuckle immediately; he was gonna finish this if he could. Once Sora started to stand, Jaguar would wait till he was angled the right way to try performing his signature Jaguar's Pounce finisher; it started with a jump from the top rope and a front flip onto the opponent’s shoulders, then immediately performs a hurricanrana to flip and slam the back of an opponent’s head into the ground. If successfully, he would already be seated on Sora and could immediately go for the pin.

Sora was shaking his head that sucker just brought him down again. This was starting to get on his nerve. The big man would shake his head for a moment before he looked around. Where did this little brat went again? Sora would sit up slowly before looking around again. He was nowhere to see. Shit… that couldn´t be good.

As soon as the big man was back to his feet he heard that the crowed was pretty fired up and when he turned around he saw the luchador flying his way. He had zero time to react to that and so the smaller man landed on his shoulders. Right before SOra felt how Jaguar was performing a hurricanrana on him pulling him down to the mat.

The head of the big man hit the mat first and he screamed out loudly. In the next moment he would fall down to the mat flat without moving an inc. everything turned dark for him. That move had some impact behind it. His opponent was using this to cover him and try to pin him. The hand of the ref was coming down for the first time. “1”

"ONE!"

The sound of the referee counting the first pin was the only thing that Jaguar could hear at the moment. His tunnel-vision for ending the match had blocked out the noisy arena, the harsh bright lights, even the sensation of his own breathing. There was only him, seated on Sora's chest, with the guy's legs looped under his arms and sticking up into the air. Jaguar brought his hands together and locked fingers to try to secure his grip further. If he could only last the next couple of moments, this asshole was gonna be toast and the victory his.

"TWO!"

Sora heard the first clap onto the mat… for him it felt like it was far away pretty far. He only heard it slightly. His head just felt like it was hit with a heavy hammer… that couldn´t be so good. He slowly was coming back to him, realizing that Jaguar was sitting on his chest, with Sora´s legs hooked in. As the big man looked up he suddenly heard the second count.

This was close. Sora would try to lift his arms pushing the luchador down from him hopping to get his shoulder up just in time to break up the count. So the match would go on… This sucker was taking way to much out of the big man.