Rekka, sensing the moment was right, moved with purpose. He climbed the top turnbuckles, his eyes fixed on the prone form of Alexios below. The crowd held their breath, knowing what was coming next.
With a final glance at the cheering fans, Rekka stood tall on the top rope, ready to deliver his Finishing Move: the Inferno Descent! Spoiler
In one fluid motion, he launched himself into the air, performing a Swanton dive with the grace and precision of a true luchador. His body arced beautifully through the air, the lights reflecting off his gear as he aimed to score the first Pinfall of the match!
Alexios lay on the mat unmoving as Rekka climbed high. ”Time for a fall, baybay! Alexios is done!” Helen shouted at Christina.
Rekka leapt off the top of the turnbuckle and spun in the air to deliver his swanton dive. As soon as he did so, Alexios came alive. He burst to his feet and caught Rekka in the air. He was positioned perfectly seated for a powerbomb. Alexios used Rekka’s momentum and spun around to the side, attempting to bring Rekka down with a spinning powerbomb! “NO! Nooooooo!!!” screamed Helen at the TV.
Christina, equally surprised, watched in awe as Alexios managed to catch Rekka and powerbomb him. Relief washed over her as she realized Alexios had turned the tide of the match!
CRASH!
As Rekka hit the mat, the pain radiated through his entire body. The impact was jarring, leaving him absolutely stunned. His back felt as though it was on fire, the sharp pain spreading through his spine and muscles!
Rekka's amazing resilience couldn't save him from being temporarily incapacitated by the intense pain of the powerbomb, leaving him struggling to get back on his feet!
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Alexios was exhausted. This was already a monster of a match yet it was only the first fall. Seeing Rekka struggling, Alexios moved in for the kill. He “helped” Rekka to his feet with a seemingly nice looking bro hug. The moment of solidarity was short-lived as Alexios squatted and then flipped Rekka horizontal over his shoulder. With one arm wrapped around Rekka’s torso, the Greek man took off in a short running burst before slinging Rekka over his shoulder and down onto the ground with a running powerslam!!
Rekka was barely conscious, his body screaming in agony from the brutal powerbomb. His limbs felt heavy, his breaths shallow, but his fighting spirit refused to fade. Despite the excruciating pain coursing through his back, he gritted his teeth and willed himself to keep going.
Unfortunately for him, Alexios wasn’t about to give him that chance.
Through the haze of pain, Rekka felt himself being pulled to his feet. At first, it almost felt like a moment of sportsmanship—Alexios wrapped an arm around him in what resembled a bro hug. But Rekka knew better. This wasn’t mercy.
Before he could react, Rekka suddenly felt his body being lifted. Alexios squatted and flipped Rekka horizontally over his shoulder, holding him in place with a firm grip around his torso. The crowd roared as the Greek powerhouse took off in a short, explosive burst of speed.
Rekka barely had time to brace before Alexios slung him forward, driving him into the mat with a crushing running powerslam! The ring shook from the impact, and an audible gasp spread through the crowd as Rekka’s body bounced off the canvas before slumping.
Pain exploded through Rekka’s back and ribs, his lungs feeling like they had been forcibly emptied. His entire body went limp for a moment, his nerves overwhelmed by the sheer force of the slam. His vision blurred as he tried to suck in air, but his diaphragm felt locked in place, his chest burning with every desperate attempt to breathe.
And worst of all—he was open. Completely vulnerable!!!
Normally Alexios would go for a cover here, but Rekka had shown true grit and determination and kicked out of a lot. So Alexios opted to make sure Rekka was down for the count. He once again hauled Rekka to his feet. Bending over, Alexios lifted Rekka up over his shoulder again. Only this time instead of a powerslam, Alexios flung Rekka over his shoulder and slammed him back first onto his knee with a backbreaker!! Alexios, himself exhausted as well, fell over onto Rekka and covered him chest to chest for the pin. The ref raised his hand to begin the count…
Rekka’s body barely responded as Alexios grabbed him once more. His legs were weak, his balance shot, and every nerve in his back screamed in protest. He had taken so much already—three Olympic Slams, a spine-jarring powerbomb, a thunderous powerslam—and now, before he could even recover a sliver of strength, he was being hauled up again.
Alexios bent over, wrapped his arms around Rekka’s waist, and once again hoisted the luchador up onto his shoulder. Rekka’s arms hung limply, his legs dangling, his head rolling slightly to the side. He didn’t know what was coming—until it hit.
With a roar of determination, Alexios flung Rekka down over his shoulder and slammed him spine-first onto his knee with a brutal backbreaker.
CRACK!
It wasn’t literal—but it might as well have been. Rekka's entire body jolted violently from the impact, his back arching for a split second before he collapsed, breathless, his limbs splayed out like a puppet with its strings cut. A sharp, searing pain radiated up his spine, paralyzing him in that awful moment. He couldn’t scream. He couldn’t move. His mind was reeling from the sheer trauma to his body.
Alexios, just as exhausted, collapsed over Rekka chest-to-chest, his weight pressing down hard. The ref slid into place and raised his hand.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
*DING DING!*
The bell rang and the crowd erupted, some cheering wildly, others groaning in disbelief. The first fall had gone to Alexios.
*****
Christina shot up from the couch, pumping her fist in the air.
"YES!! That’s my man!"
she shouted, grinning from ear to ear. Then she looked over at Helen with a cocky smirk.
"What was that you said earlier, Helen? 'Time for a fall?' Guess you were right… just not for your boy."
”NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Helen. She watched in horror with god as her witness as Rekka was broken in half. She sat there deflated as Christina rubbed it in. Leave it to her friend and rival to get her fired up though. “I don’t hear no bell!… Okay we just heard a bell and another but you know what I mean.” she stuck her tongue out at Christina.
****
Alexios breathed a sigh of relief at the bell ringing, signalling he had won a fall. He rolled off of Rekka, heaving furiously. The Luchador had taken a lot out of him. Alexios only needed one more fall to win, but he was gassed. He slowly got up and moved to a corner to recover. He waited for Rekka to get up and the ref to ring the bell again.
Beside her, Christina was practically glowing with satisfaction, arms folded and lips curled into a victorious smirk. She leaned in, not missing her chance to twist the knife.
"Aw, what’s the matter, Helen? Your ‘man’ needs a back brace and a miracle now?"
Helen slumped, then glared sideways as Christina rubbed it in. But as always, leave it to her friend and rival to fire her right back up.
“I don’t hear no bell!… Okay we just heard a bell and another but you know what I mean.” she stuck her tongue out at Christina.
Christina cackled and leaned closer with a teasing glint in her eye.
“Alright, tell you what—if Alexios wins the next fall…”
she paused, savoring the moment,
“I get to put you to sleep with a sleeperhold. Deal?”
****
Meanwhile...
Across the ring, Rekka twitched.
His body screamed in protest, his back a wall of fire and throbbing ache, but somehow… somehow, he forced his arms beneath him. His fingers clawed at the canvas as he dragged himself to all fours, gasping, one knee quivering beneath him.
The ref checked him, hovering uncertainly. Rekka didn’t stand fully—but he was up.
Just enough.
The ref looked at Alexios… then back at Rekka… and rang the bell to start the second fall.
DING DING!
Rekka flinched at the sound—but the real danger was already coming.
”I think you mean when Rekka wins this next fall, I choke you out. Deal.”
****
Alexios took some time to recover. When Rekka took to his feet and the bell rang, the Greek man charged forward at Rekka into the opposite corner. He spread his arms out and leapt at the Luchador, hoping to splash/squish his opponent in his corner.