Omega Wolf’s knee struck clean across Rekka’s face, snapping his head back as the crowd gasped. The Raging Fire collapsed backfirst to the mat, clutching his jaw while Omega bolted for the corner. Rekka blinked through the daze, seeing the rookie climbing high, the crowd roaring louder as he leapt into the air for the Shooting Star Press—
—but Rekka’s knees shot up!
CRASH!
Omega landed hard across them! The impact should knock the air out of Omega Wolf temporarily!
Rekka groaned, clutching his ribs but smirking beneath the mask.
“That’s what happens when you fly too close, chico...”
Slowly, he stood, grabbing Omega by the waist and lifting him high.
“Uno!”
he shouted, slamming him down with the first suplex. He rolled through, lifting again.
“Dos!”
Another thud echoed. With a roar of fiery pride, Rekka hoisted him once more—
“¡Tres!”
—completing the Three Amigos, standing tall as the crowd chanted along.