REKKA vs. Omega Wolf

[Weonna]

Rekka rose to his feet after the kickout, his chest rising and falling steadily as he watched Omega Wolf dragging himself toward the ropes. The crowd’s energy was split—half cheering the rookie’s resilience, half roaring for the veteran’s dominance.

Rekka shook his head slowly.

“Nah, no vas a escapar tan fácil,”

he muttered.

In a swift motion, he reached down, grabbing Omega by both ankles before the rookie could reach the ropes. With a powerful yank, he dragged him back to the center of the ring. The audience erupted as Rekka crossed the legs, stepped through, and turned his body—locking in a Texas Cloverleaf!

Spoiler

“¡Vamos, lobo! Let’s see how long you last!”

Rekka shouted, leaning back with his full weight, the hold wrenching Omega’s spine as the Raging Fire’s muscles flexed under the bright lights.

[Omega Wolf]

The young rookie was about to reach the ropes, but he felt his opponent grab his ankles and, as if it were nothing, pull him to the center of the ring. He turned his body, trying to escape his grip, but the firmness with which he held his legs and crossed them, executing a Texas Cloverleaf, prevented him from escaping.

“No, no! ... Aaaah!”

Omega Wolf let out a loud groan after the submission was executed, clenching his fists tightly as the pain from the pull on his spine made him shudder, as he could feel as if his opponent was trying to break it. Even though he was in pain, he shook his head to refuse to surrender to the referee, who was watching closely in case he needed to intervene.

“Omega!!!... Rekka!!!...”

You could hear half the audience shouting at the top of their lungs, trying to cheer on the rookie, while the other half cheered on Rekka.

[Weonna]

Rekka gritted his teeth, tightening his grip as Omega Wolf’s cries filled the arena. The Raging Fire leaned back farther, his legs braced and his arms trembling with effort, pouring every ounce of strength into the Texas Cloverleaf.

“¡Vamos, chico! Don’t quit now!”

he roared over the crowd, his voice cutting through the noise. Rekka’s mask hid the grim smile on his face—he respected the rookie’s fight, but this was his ring.

“You wanted to prove yourself… ahora demuestra que puedes sobrevivir,”

he growled, wrenching the hold deeper, bending Omega’s spine to its limit. He wasn’t stopping—either the wolf would tap, or Rekka would keep twisting until his body went limp.

[Omega Wolf]

Omega Wolf's body writhed in submission as his constant moans echoed throughout the room. He tried to stretch his legs to escape until Rekka sat on his back, significantly increasing the pain.

“AAAAHH!!”

The rookie's body shook with pain as he felt his opponent trying to break his spine. The concerned referee tried to intervene, but a dying but determined Omega refused to give up. Clenching his fists, he rested his hands on the ring, preparing to lift his body slightly and try to turn sharply to the right to trip Rekka. If it worked, it would give him time to free his legs and move away so he could stand up.

[Weonna]

Rekka felt Omega Wolf twist beneath him, the rookie’s body shifting with desperate strength. The Raging Fire’s balance faltered for a second—just long enough for Omega to slip partway free. But Rekka wasn’t about to let the escape last.

With a sharp grunt, he reached out and caught both of Omega’s legs before the wolf could crawl away.

“Oh no, you don't!”

he barked, dragging him up in one fluid motion.

Using the rookie’s own momentum, Rekka pivoted on his heel and attempted to slingshot Omega Wolf across the mat!

Spoiler

[Omega Wolf]

Omega Wolf is thrown toward the canvas but manages to react, rolling on the ground and getting to his feet near a corner. As he leans against the corner, looking at Rekka, he gives him the middle finger while smiling arrogantly.

“Hahaha... is that really the best you've got?!”

When he sees his opponent manage to get to his feet, Omega Wolf runs towards him to try to connect a Superkick to Rekka's face, which, if it connects, would leave him on the canvas again

[Weonna]

SMACK!

Omega Wolf’s superkick landed clean, snapping against Rekka’s jaw with a thunderous crack that silenced the crowd for a split second. The Raging Fire’s head snapped to the side, his body jolting from the impact—yet he didn’t fall.

Rekka stayed on his feet, teetering unsteadily. His arms hung limp at his sides, chest rising and falling heavily as his legs wobbled beneath him.

The arena buzzed with disbelief as Rekka swayed in place, completely dazed from the Superkick!

[Omega Wolf]

Omega Wolf gasped for breath as he looked at Rekka, surprised that he was still standing after the impact of his Superkick. Breathing heavily and overcome with emotion, he grabbed his opponent in a headlock, pressing his head against his chest toward the center of the ring.

“This is your last little candle flame!!~.”

Omega Wolf said mockingly as part of the audience shouted with excitement. Fueled by their cheers and adrenaline, he would place Rekka in front of him and lean him forward, leaving his head under his crotch, holding his arms behind his back, preparing to apply a Pedigree. If his opponent did not react in a few moments, he would jump up and connect, slamming his opponent's face and torso onto the canvas, quickly turning him around and sitting on his chest to start the count, flashing a victorious smile and flexing his arms to the crowd.

Spoiler

https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/i ... gree+1.gif

[Weonna]

Omega Wolf dropped, driving Rekka’s face and torso hard into the canvas with the Pedigree. The ring shook from the impact, and Rekka’s body bounced slightly before going still on his stomach.

Omega wasted no time—he flipped Rekka over, straddled his chest, and hooked a leg as the referee slid into position.

“ONE!”

Rekka barely twitched.
Still dazed.
Still rocked from the superkick and the Pedigree.

“TWO!”

At the last heartbeat, Rekka’s shoulder jerked up—more instinct than awareness. The veteran kicked out, but weakly, rolling slightly to the side with a groan.

The crowd reacted loudly...Rekka stayed on one elbow, head hanging, mask tilted toward the mat completely dazed, his body struggling to respond even after surviving the pin.

[Omega Wolf]

He felt victory was close, but at the last moment Rekka reacted, preventing Omega Wolf from winning. Frustrated and exhausted, Omega Wolf struck the ring with his left fist and then stood up, his chest expanding and contracting due to exhaustion and his sweaty body glistening slightly in the light, while his face showed a slight grimace of pain due to the pain in his back.

(I must finish this here and now!!)

Looking at the audience, he raises his right arm while shouting with excitement, raising the audience's spirits for the fight before heading towards his opponent, grabbing his right arm and, with one hand behind his head, forcing him to stand up and dragging him into a corner with a headlock.

THIS ENDS HERE, REKKA!!!

With a bloodcurdling howl, Omega Wolf abruptly pushes Rekka's back against the corner and tries to land a left punch to his abdomen, which, if it connects, would start a combination of hooks to the face and ribs, seeking to weaken him even more. Between heavy gasps, he steps back slightly to finish with a Superkick to the head