Rekka

“Keep the fire burning, Rekka. Every win adds to RISING’s name.”
Kenzo’s words had been less inspiring but just as demanding: “We need results. No excuses.”
Rekka let out a sharp exhale and cracked his neck, muttering to himself,
“Another rookie, huh? Guess they want me to be the test again.”
He stood up, grabbed his mask, and pulled it on — instantly shifting from man to myth. The Raging Fire was ready.
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Arena Entrance – “Shepherd of Fire” by Avenged Sevenfold
The heavy guitar riff hit, flames shooting from the stage as Rekka emerged through the smoke, every step in sync with the beat. The crowd roared — a mixture of excitement and intimidation — as he threw a fist to the air, igniting a brief pyro burst behind him. Sliding into the ring, Rekka paced the ropes, his eyes locked toward the entrance ramp.
He raised a hand, gesturing for his opponent to come out.
“C’mon, rookie,”
he muttered under his breath, his tone equal parts challenge and anticipation.
The crowd buzzed louder as Rekka stood in the center of the ring — waiting.


