REKKA vs. Omega Wolf

[Weonna]

As Omega Wolf sprinted toward the ropes, Rekka shook off the daze, straightening up just as the rookie launched himself into the air. The crowd gasped as the wolf soared over the top rope, twisting midair for the spinning lariat—

—but Rekka caught him.

The Raging Fire’s arms locked tight around Omega’s waist, his boots planting firm against the floor.

“Gotcha, cachorro,”

he growled before hoisting the rookie up high. With a fierce roar, Rekka slammed him down spine-first against the edge of the apron with a brutal powerbomb!

Spoiler

[Omega Wolf]

Omega Wolf's expression changed when his opponent caught him in midair, feeling his opponent's strong arms firmly grip his waist as he lifted him high into the air and then...

“Aaahhhh!”

A loud groan from the young wolf as he fell face down on the ground, arching slightly as a straight horizontal line slowly formed on his back. Despite the pain, he tried to stand up between gasps and moans of pain.

[Weonna]

Rekka stood over Omega Wolf, chest heaving as he took a moment to breathe, the heat of the match radiating off his body. The echo of that apron powerbomb still rang in the fans’ ears. He looked down at the struggling rookie and smirked beneath his mask.

“Still movin’, huh? Bueno... let’s see how long that lasts.”


Rekka grabbed Omega by the arm, dragging him off the floor and rolling him back under the ropes. The Raging Fire followed, climbing onto the apron before turning to face the crowd. He raised a fist to the air, shouting—

“¡TOPE ATÓMICO!”

With the crowd roaring, Rekka vaulted high off the ropes, tucking his knees before attempting to crash down with a massive atomic splash right across Omega Wolf’s chest!

Spoiler

[Omega Wolf]

Omega Wolf felt his opponent grab him by the arms and drag him across the floor until he rolled under the ropes, landing face up while still recovering from the impact of the Powerbomb.

Between gasps, Omega Wolf saw his opponent jump and at the last moment managed to roll to the left, narrowly avoiding Rekka's aerial move. He then slowly began to stand up and, once on his feet, turned to look at his opponent.

“(Damn... my back is burning... I have to be careful).”

[Weonna]

Rekka crashed hard onto the canvas as Omega Wolf rolled clear, the ring shaking under the impact.

“Tch—¡mierda!”

he hissed, clutching the back of his head after it bounced off the mat. The Raging Fire grimaced, rolling to his side, one hand pressed against his neck while his legs kicked lightly in frustration.

He pushed up onto one knee, still dazed, shaking his head to regain focus. The crowd buzzed at the sudden shift in momentum as Rekka tried to stand, leaving himself wide open—unknowingly giving the rookie wolf the perfect chance to strike back.

[Omega Wolf]

“Ah...ah (This is my night!!!)”


*Between light gasps, Omega Wolf looks at the audience and then runs his thumb across his neck, followed by pointing at Rekka, who was still recovering. With a howl, he begins to run toward his opponent to try to connect a left knee to his face. If he succeeds, he quickly goes to the nearest corner to climb up to the third and, with the encouragement of the audience, jumps to try to land on him with a Shooting Stars*.

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[Weonna]

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.

THREE AMIGOS

[Omega Wolf]

Ugh!!

Omega Wolf rolls in pain after falling onto Rekka's knees, bringing his hands to the area of impact, but as he catches his breath, he hears his opponent's words and is then grabbed by the arm and forced to his feet.

His left arm goes behind his neck and his opponent places his head under his armpit, then grabs his waist with his other hand. A thunderous first suplex slams Omega's back, but his opponent rolls over to apply a second one, leaving Omega Wolf somewhat dazed. Then

Aaahh!!

The third was even more powerful, making a loud thud and leaving the young wolf sprawled on the canvas on his back, trying to catch his breath.

[Weonna]

Rekka stayed over Omega Wolf, chest heaving as he looked down at the rookie sprawled out beneath him. The crowd was still buzzing from the impact of the Three Amigos. With a nod, he dropped to his knees, pressing a forearm hard across Omega’s chest and hooking the leg.

“ONE!...TWO!”

[Omega Wolf]

Omega Wolf would listen to the referee's count and, on the count of 2, he would react by moving sharply to the left, managing to stop the count, but he was still recovering from the impact, lying face down until he tried to crawl to the nearby ropes to use them as support to get up.

(I won't let him win so easily!)