REKKA vs. Omega Wolf

[Weonna]

Omega Wolf slammed Rekka back-first into the corner, the impact making the ropes shudder. Rekka’s body sagged, barely able to lift his arms before the first punch drove deep into his abdomen.

THUD.

Rekka doubled slightly, gasping—then came the hooks.
Left to the ribs.
Right to the jaw.
Another to the ribs.
Each one snapping his body sideways, his legs barely keeping him upright as his head rocked back against the turnbuckle.

The crowd roared as Omega stepped back, lungs burning, setting up for the kill.
He charged—foot raised—

—but Rekka rolled out of the corner at the very last heartbeat.

Omega’s boot smashed into the turnbuckle instead of Rekka’s skull.

Rekka, wobbling, turned on instinct alone. With whatever strength he had left, he threw himself forward—

DROPICK!

Both boots crashed into Omega Wolf’s chest, sending the rookie stumbling back into the corner he’d just aimed for. The crowd exploded as Rekka landed on his side, clutching his ribs, clearly hurting from everything he’d absorbed.

Still, he pushed himself up—slow, unsteady, but burning.
He backed to the opposite corner, breathing hard, chest heaving—

Then sprinted forward aiming to crack Omega Wolf with a Running European Uppercut!

Spoiler

[Omega Wolf]

*Omega Wolf's expression when he saw his opponent dodge him was one of surprise that he still had strength left, and without being able to say anything, he felt his opponent's boots on his chest slam his already injured back against the canvas, leaving him leaning on it as he gasped heavily from the impact.

Ugh~... ?!!!!

*He was trying to catch his breath, but when Omega Wolf suddenly looked up, his head snapped back from the sharp impact of that uppercut, which made Omega stagger for a moment before falling face down on the canvas, completely stunned and breathing heavily. He tried with all his strength to stand up, but it was very clear that the impact had affected him greatly.*

[Weonna]

Rekka pushed himself up from one knee, his body trembling from the damage he’d taken, but his eyes locked on Omega Wolf. The rookie was down on all fours, stunned, gasping, trying and failing to rise.

Slowly—methodically—Rekka stepped behind him.
He grabbed Omega by the hair and mask, dragging his dazed head upward.

Then the crowd erupted.

Rekka spread his arms wide, signaling with both hands—fingers curled like talons—before reaching down and shoving Omega’s head deep between his thighs. The arena knew what was coming.

The Crucifix Powerbomb.

Rekka’s signature.

He hooked Omega’s arms outward in the crucifix position, raising his voice just enough for the front rows to hear:

“¡Arriba, lobo… this is where the fire breaks you.”

With Omega Wolf, Rekka stood tall, the signal clear
The Raging Fire was about to unleash hell.

And if connected it would significantly stun the rookie with it's sheer power!

Crucifix Powerbomb

[Omega Wolf]

Omega Wolf, forced to stand up, would be panting and struggling to remain upright, then feel Rekka grab his head and arch his back, leaving his head between his thighs.

-(Movement... personal...)

He could faintly hear what the crowd was saying as his lifeless arms were hooked in a crucifixion position with little resistance, as he was already at his limit.*ñ

(I think... this is as far as I can go.)

He thought to himself before feeling his opponent lift him up, leaving his head staring at the lights, and then...

SLAM!!!!

*ñA loud crash was heard, leaving the audience silent and watching the young wolf collapse on the canvas of the ring, his eyes rolled back, unconscious from the brutal impact while his opponent Rekka held him down. Only the referee could be heard starting the count while part of the audience tried to encourage OmegaWolf to continue

One!!!...

Two!!!...

T...

To the surprise of the audience, but especially to his opponent Rekka, Omega Wolf, with great difficulty and all his strength, not only woke up but managed to lift his right shoulder, freeing himself. However, it was clear from his expression that he was barely keeping his eyes open and struggling to get to his feet. Rekka's brutal move had left him completely vulnerable.

[Weonna]

Rekka froze for a moment—just a moment—as Omega Wolf’s shoulder twitched up off the mat.

The crowd exploded.
Even the referee blinked in shock.

Rekka slowly rose to his feet, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his arms. Behind the mask, his eyes narrowed. This rookie—this kid—had kicked out of the Crucifix Powerbomb. Even if just barely. Even if by instinct.

“...Tch.”

Not anger.
Not annoyance.
But a flicker of respect.

Still—Omega was done. His body told the truth that his pride refused to.

Rekka bent down, grabbing the barely-conscious wolf by the waist and mask, hauling him up like dead weight. Omega’s legs buckled beneath him, his arms limp.

“Ya basta… it ends now.”

Rekka hooked his head under Omega’s arm, lifting—
STRAIGHT UP.
Holding the rookie vertical for a heartbeat that felt like an eternity…

Then—

SLAM!

The Brainbuster shook the ring!

Spoiler

Rekka didn’t hesitate.
He pushed himself up, staggering slightly from the damage he’d taken, then climbed the turnbuckles—

One step.
Two.
Three.

Each slower than usual, but certain.

At the top, he raised one arm.
The crowd roared...

INFERNO DESCENT!

Rekka leapt.
Flipping through the air—his body cutting a perfect arc—

CRASH!

Spoiler

The Swanton Bomb landed flush across Omega Wolf’s chest, the impact driving every last breath from the rookie’s body.

Rekka hooked the leg immediately, leaning his weight across Omega’s shoulders as the referee slid into position.

“ONE!”
“TWO!”

[Omega Wolf]

*Omega Wolf was barely lifted by Rekka, who could barely see him even though he closed his eyes to see better. He could barely see Rekka, then his head was placed under his armpit and once he was carried.*

BAM!!!

*He felt the impact of the Brainbuster, collapsing with no strength left, fighting to stay conscious until he saw a shadow and then...*

CRASH!!

*Omega Wolf, like a rag doll, could only hear the referee's blows as he began the count*

One!!...

Two!!...

THREEEEEE!!!!

*The little he could hear was the bell before he lost consciousness for a few moments...*

[Weonna]

The bell rang, echoing through the arena—

DING! DING! DING!

Rekka stayed on one knee for a moment, sweat dripping from his chin, the match still burning through his muscles. The referee raised his arm, declaring him the winner, and the crowd roared in approval.

But Rekka didn’t celebrate. Didn’t pose.
Didn’t boast.

Instead, he turned toward the fallen rookie.
Omega Wolf lay sprawled on the mat, barely conscious, chest rising weakly. The kid had taken everything—everything Rekka threw at him—and survived longer than most.

Rekka stood over him, looking down in silence.
Then he gave a small nod of respect. He then tapped his fist lightly against his own chest, then pointed at Omega Wolf.

Rekka then stepped back, rolling out of the ring. He walked up the ramp slowly, still shaking off the match they’d just had. Before disappearing behind the curtain, he turned once more toward the ring.

One final nod.

Then the Raging Fire disappeared backstage, leaving the crowd chanting both their names.

[Omega Wolf]

Omega Wolf could only see the blurred silhouette of his opponent, thinking he was going to finish him off, but all he saw was a gesture of respect before he withdrew. Then, Omega Wolf began to stand up while his opponent withdrew, but even though the referee wanted to help the young challenger, he shook his head, barely managing to get up as all the accumulated damage meant he could barely stand, his legs trembling.

-ah ahh aah

His chest heaved with heavy breathing, but he stared intently at Rekka, who turned around and, without further response to his nod, Omega Wolf made the same gesture in turn, giving him a thumbs up before falling unconscious to the canvas and being removed by the medical team after a moment.

END OF THREAD

RESULT:OMEGA WOLF WAS DEFEATED BY REKKA BY PINFALL