REKKA
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With the lyrics of “Shepherd of Fire” filling every corner of the arena, Rekka sprinted down the ramp, slapping hands with a few lucky fans along the way. Sliding beneath the bottom rope, he hopped to his feet in one fluid motion, then climbed the nearest turnbuckle. Standing tall, he threw both arms wide, feeding off the energy in the crowd as the lights danced across his vivid mask.
As the music began to fade, Rekka leapt gracefully back into the ring, pacing a tight circle while keeping his eyes on the entrance ramp. A grin spread across his face (though it is hidden due to the mask)—he had issued an open challenge for the night, and he was more than ready to meet whoever walked through those curtains.
He motioned for a microphone and lifted it to his mouth.
"¡Hola, amigos y amigas! Tonight, I’m here to prove that the flame of lucha libre burns brightly! I’ve been itching for some action, so I issued an open challenge. And I don’t care who steps through that curtain—I’m ready to show the world what Rekka can do!"
Rekka handed the mic off to the ring announcer and shook out his arms, rolling his shoulders to stay loose. He looked to the entrance with anticipation, waiting to see who would answer the open challenge. The adrenaline pumping through him was almost tangible, crackling in the air as he prepared for the match ahead.