WRESTLORAMA
Part One::
The sun rose over Wrestlorama City, bathing the streets in a golden glow as Theo Vera and Tito Caraballo walked side-by-side, their excitement evident in the spring of their steps. The first day at Wrestlorama Academy had finally arrived, and the anticipation was electric between the two friends. Tito's enthusiasm was contagious, his fast-paced chatter filling the air with hope and ambition.
"Man, Theo, can you believe it? We're really here! Wrestlorama Academy, baby! The place where legends are born," Tito said, beaming. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze sweeping the city as they walked. "This year, we're gonna show everyone what we're made of, y'know? We’re gonna take this academy by storm!"
Theo nodded, a small but genuine smile playing on his lips. "I’m ready for whatever comes our way," he replied, his voice steady and filled with determination. In his heart, Theo felt the excitement as well. This wasn’t just about wrestling; it was about proving himself, about taking the first steps toward being the best—not just for himself, but for the dream he shared with Tito.
As they approached the academy, the building loomed large before them, a symbol of wrestling greatness and tradition. Wrestlorama Academy stood proud, its entrance flanked by banners of past champions and glowing lights that hinted at the spectacular future within. Students were flooding the main courtyard, gathering in groups as they made their way inside the grand structure.
The academy's halls were filled with energy, students from all grades bustling through the expansive space, each one wearing the expression of hope or determination—or both. Theo and Tito made their way towards the Main Arena, where the first gathering of the school year was being held. The Main Arena itself was a massive stadium-style venue, equipped with holographic displays, dynamic lighting, and an air of grandeur that made even standing there feel special.
Principal Booker Parker stood on the stage at the center of the arena, his presence commanding attention. He was a tall, muscular man, his demeanor a blend of charisma and authority. Principal Parker had earned his reputation as one of the toughest wrestlers in his day, and now, as the leader of Wrestlorama Academy, he was a figure of inspiration and respect. The buzz of conversation died down as Principal Parker raised a microphone to his lips.
"Welcome, students, to Wrestlorama Academy!" His voice boomed through the arena, filled with enthusiasm and conviction. "Whether you're a new freshman just stepping into our world, or a senior preparing for the pro scene, this year is gonna be all about pushing limits, breaking barriers, and showing the world what you're made of!"
The students erupted into cheers, the sound echoing through the arena like a battle cry. Tito nudged Theo with his elbow, grinning ear to ear. "You hear that? We're gonna push our limits, Theo. This is it."
Principal Parker continued, his voice taking on a serious tone. "At Wrestlorama Academy, we teach more than just wrestling moves. We teach the value of the Fighting Spirit. It's what drives you, what makes you get up after every fall, what makes you stronger every single day. No matter your style—Singles, Tag, Trios, X-Division, Female Division—every student here has something to prove."
Principal Parker gestured towards a group of trainers standing behind him. "Let me introduce you to our faculty: Head Singles Division Trainer, Ken Shamford; Head Tag Team Trainer, Douglas Deveraux; Head Trios Trainer, Victoria Vance; Head X-Division Trainer, Rey Santiago; and Head Female Division Trainer, Rosa Rivera. These legends are here to make you better, to help you grow into the wrestlers you were meant to be!" Each trainer received a cheer from the crowd, their reputations preceding them.
The principal gave them all a moment before continuing. "And now, for the new students—welcome to the place where dreams are made real! Wrestlorama Academy is divided by grade and wrestling division. Each year, you will grow, face challenges, and learn what it means to harness the Fighting Spirit. Your strength, determination, and character will be tested. But if you’re here, it’s because you have what it takes."
Theo felt a surge of determination at the principal's words. He could feel Tito's excitement vibrating beside him, his friend practically bouncing in place.
"Now, without further ado," Principal Parker said, a sly grin forming on his face, "to kick off the year right, we're starting with a little event to set the tone. This year, we begin with an *Open Challenge Breakout Battle!* Any student—new or returning—can step forward and challenge someone in the ring. No restrictions, no holds barred, just pure, unfiltered competition. Let's see what you've got!"
The crowd erupted into cheers and murmurs. The air was electric with anticipation, excitement rippling through the students. Tito turned to Theo, eyes wide and full of energy. "Dude, this is our chance! Can you imagine it? First day, first match in front of everyone!"
Theo took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the arena. He could feel the thrill of competition, the pull of the ring calling out to him. But he also knew it wasn't just about him—it was about the dream he shared with Tito, about making their mark together.
"I know you're ready," Tito said, his voice lower now, filled with conviction. "We trained for this, Theo. You've got what it takes. We can make our statement today. Show 'em who we are."
Principal Parker raised a hand, silencing the arena once more. "Whoever's got the guts to step forward, now's your chance. Let's see who’s got the Fighting Spirit to take on an Open Challenge on day one."
Theo's heart pounded in his chest. He glanced at Tito, who gave him an encouraging nod, his eyes full of confidence in his friend. Theo took a step forward, his mind made up. He could feel the weight of everything that had brought him to this point—the training, the determination, the dream of being the best.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the crowd, and the cheers became whispers of surprise. "I’ll take the first challenge," someone called out, stepping forward. It was Brick Brawler—the same bully Theo had faced at the rec center. Brick's smirk was as arrogant as ever, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling on Theo.
Tito's eyes widened, and he leaned closer to Theo. "Oh man, Brick again? He wants to make a statement too—and he's looking right at you!"
Brick crossed his arms, his voice dripping with confidence. "I see you there, Vera," Brick said, his eyes locked onto Theo. "How about it? You think you can hang with the big boys on day one? Or are you just here to watch?"
The tension in the arena grew thicker, the eyes of every student now focused on Theo. Tito gave Theo a reassuring nudge. "You've got this, Theo. You already took him once, and you can do it again. This is our moment."
Theo stepped forward, meeting Brick's challenging gaze. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through him, the energy of the arena fueling his resolve. He raised his hand, pointing directly at Brick. "I accept your challenge," Theo said, his voice calm but carrying through the arena.
Principal Parker grinned, clearly pleased with the boldness of the new students. "Alright, then! We've got ourselves our first match! Theo Vera versus Brick Brawler, right here, right now!" The arena filled with cheers, the crowd buzzing with excitement at the first match of the school year.
Brick cracked his knuckles, a smug grin on his face. "Hope you're ready to get schooled, Vera," he taunted, stepping into the ring.
Theo ignored the taunt, stepping forward with confidence, Tito at his side. "You’ve got this, Theo," Tito said, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Remember—play smart, stick to the fundamentals. And don't let him throw you off your game."
Theo nodded, a small smile forming on his face. "I know," he said. This was it—the moment he'd been waiting for. The chance to prove himself, to start this journey with a statement that would resonate through Wrestlorama Academy.
Brick stood in the center of the ring, waiting as Theo climbed through the ropes. The arena quieted, everyone watching, waiting for the action to begin. Principal Parker raised his hand, and the sound of the bell echoed through the massive space.
"Let's get it on!" Principal Parker shouted, stepping back to let the match begin.
Brick wasted no time, charging forward with a powerful lariat aimed at Theo's head. Theo ducked, his body moving on instinct as he remembered Tito's words—"Stick to the fundamentals." He sidestepped, keeping his guard up, his eyes locked on Brick's movements.
Brick came at him again, throwing a series of heavy strikes, each one designed to overwhelm and overpower. Theo blocked and dodged, feeling the weight of each attack as Brick tried to take control of the match early. But Theo stayed focused, his footwork sharp, his defenses solid.
The crowd cheered as Theo managed to counter Brick's advance, slipping behind him and delivering a quick jab to his side. Brick snarled, turning to face him, but Theo was already moving, his agility keeping him just out of reach.
"That's it, Theo! Keep it up!" Tito shouted from ringside, his voice filled with excitement. Theo could feel Tito's support, his encouragement pushing him forward.
Brick, frustrated, lunged at Theo again, trying to grab hold of him. Theo ducked under Brick's grasp, using his momentum to send Brick stumbling forward. Theo followed up with a quick kick to Brick's back, sending him crashing into the ropes.
The crowd erupted in cheers, the energy in the arena building as the match continued. Theo could feel the Fighting Spirit within him, his confidence growing with each successful move. This was his chance—his chance to show Wrestlorama Academy who he was, what he could do.
Brick pushed himself off the ropes, turning to face Theo, his eyes filled with anger. "You're gonna pay for that," he growled, charging forward once more. But Theo was ready. He had faced Brick before, and he knew what to expect. He moved with precision, his body reacting on instinct, his mind focused on the goal.
Brick swung at him, but Theo dodged, slipping behind him and locking his arms around Brick's waist. With a burst of strength, Theo lifted Brick off his feet, slamming him down onto the mat with a textbook German suplex. The impact echoed through the arena, the crowd roaring in approval.
Theo stood, his eyes locked on Brick as he struggled to get up. Tito was at ringside, cheering him on, his voice filled with pride and excitement. "That's it, Theo! You've got him! Show 'em what you're made of!"
Brick pushed himself to his feet, his movements slower now, his confidence shaken. Theo could see the doubt in his eyes, the realization that this
Chapter Two, Part Two
The ring was set, the atmosphere was electric, and the anticipation in the Wrestlorama Academy's Main Arena was palpable. Theo, Brick, and Milton stood in their respective corners, each one sizing up the other as the academy referee took his place in the center of the ring. The crowd buzzed with excitement, their cheers and shouts creating a vibrant symphony that filled the entire arena.
As the school commentator booth came alive, two enthusiastic voices filled the airwaves, hyping up the crowd for the first match of the year. "Welcome back, wrestling fans! I'm Ray "Ruckus" Ramirez, and joining me as always is the voice of the academy, Jenny "Jetstream" Johnson!"
"That's right, Ruckus! We are here for the first big showdown of the school year, and it's a triple threat match to remember! We've got Theo Vera, the newcomer with fire in his heart! We've got Brick Brawler, the academy's resident tough guy! And we've got Milton Brant, the comic book enthusiast with a big personality! This is going to be one for the books!" Jetstream exclaimed, her excitement infectious.
Tito stood outside the ring by Theo's corner, eyes sharp as he leaned over the ropes, giving Theo last-minute advice. "Remember, Theo, play smart but stay on the offensive. Let them come to you, and when they do, use their own momentum against them. Counters and reversals are your best friends here."
Theo nodded, his eyes focused, his breathing steady. He knew this was no easy feat—both Brick and Milton were formidable opponents, each with their own strengths and styles. But he also knew he had Tito in his corner, and he had the fighting spirit within him.
The referee called all three wrestlers to the center of the ring, his voice booming as he went over the rules. "This is a triple threat match! No count-outs, no disqualifications! The first wrestler to secure a pinfall or submission will be declared the winner! Are we clear?"
Brick smirked, cracking his knuckles, his eyes never leaving Theo. Milton adjusted his glasses, his confident grin widening as he eyed both his opponents. Theo clenched his fists, feeling the adrenaline surge through his veins. The referee signaled for the bell, and the match was officially underway.
"Here we go, folks! The first match of the year at Wrestlorama Academy! Who's going to come out on top?" Ruckus yelled into the microphone as the bell rang.
Brick wasted no time, charging straight at Theo with his trademark aggression. Milton, not one to be left out, immediately followed suit, aiming to cut off any escape routes Theo might have. But Theo, quick on his feet, ducked under Brick's massive lariat and rolled out of the way, causing Brick to collide with Milton instead.
"Whoa! Theo using that speed to his advantage right off the bat!" Jetstream called out, her voice filled with excitement.
Milton stumbled back, visibly annoyed as Brick snarled at him. Theo took advantage of the confusion, darting forward and delivering a sharp kick to Brick's thigh, followed by a quick jab to Milton's midsection. He moved fluidly, weaving between the two opponents, using well-placed strikes to keep them at bay.
But Brick and Milton quickly realized that individually, they were no match for Theo's speed. With an unspoken understanding, they shared a quick nod and formed an alliance—at least for now. Brick lunged at Theo, forcing him to backpedal, while Milton circled around to cut off his escape. Theo's eyes darted between the two of them, recognizing the danger of the situation.
"Looks like Brick and Milton have decided to work together! Theo's in trouble now!" Ruckus shouted.
Brick and Milton moved in sync, cornering Theo against the ropes. Brick threw a powerful punch, but Theo ducked, slipping out of the corner just in time. However, Milton was ready for him—he grabbed Theo by the arm, using his weight to pull Theo into a short-arm clothesline that sent him crashing to the mat.
The crowd winced collectively as Theo hit the canvas hard. Brick wasted no time, pulling Theo back to his feet and lifting him into the air with a powerful bear hug. Milton moved in, adding to the punishment with a series of body blows to Theo's exposed ribs.
"Oh, come on! This is just bullying now!" Jetstream exclaimed, her voice a mix of frustration and concern.
Brick tightened his grip, a cruel grin on his face as he squeezed the air out of Theo's lungs. Milton, ever the showman, took a step back, raising his arms to the crowd as if he were a superhero preparing for his finishing move. He then rushed forward, delivering a running shoulder block that sent both Theo and Brick stumbling back into the ropes.
Theo gasped for air, his vision blurring as he struggled to regain his footing. Brick and Milton, sensing their advantage, continued their onslaught. Brick grabbed Theo by the shoulders, shoving him into Milton, who caught him with a spinebuster that shook the ring. The crowd erupted, some cheering, others booing the obvious double-team tactics.
"These two are relentless! Theo's in a bad spot here!" Ruckus called out, his voice filled with urgency.
Milton and Brick exchanged a glance, and for a moment, it seemed like they were reveling in their control over the match. Milton pointed at the turnbuckle, and Brick nodded in agreement. Together, they hauled Theo up, dragging him toward the corner. Milton climbed to the second rope, his intention clear—he was going for a double-team move, something to put Theo down for good.
"They're setting Theo up for something big! This doesn't look good!" Jetstream added, her voice tinged with worry.
Brick held Theo in place as Milton perched on the ropes, raising his arms dramatically before leaping off with an attempted diving axe handle. But at the last second, Theo found a surge of strength, breaking free of Brick's grip and rolling out of the way. Milton crashed into Brick instead, sending both of them sprawling.
The crowd erupted, cheering as Theo managed to evade what could have been a match-ending blow. Tito, from ringside, pounded on the mat, his voice ringing out. "That's it, Theo! Stay smart!"
Theo, breathing heavily, used the ropes to pull himself up. He knew he couldn't let this opportunity slip away—he had to capitalize while Brick and Milton were down. With a determined look in his eyes, he moved toward Brick, delivering a swift kick to the side of his head, stunning him momentarily.
Milton, still recovering from his failed attack, tried to get back to his feet, but Theo was already on him. He grabbed Milton by the wrist, whipping him into the ropes before catching him on the rebound with a perfectly timed dropkick that sent Milton crashing to the mat once more.
The crowd was on their feet, the energy in the arena at an all-time high. Theo could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his focus sharp as he turned his attention back to Brick. He knew he had to keep the pressure on—he couldn't give either of them a chance to recover.
Brick, angered by the turn of events, pushed himself up, his eyes locked on Theo. With a roar, he charged forward, but Theo was ready. He sidestepped at the last moment, using Brick's own momentum against him, sending him shoulder-first into the steel ring post.
"Theo's turning the tide! He's using that speed and agility to his advantage!" Jetstream cheered, her voice filled with excitement.
Milton, seeing his partner-in-crime down, tried to rush Theo from behind, but Theo had anticipated it. He spun around, catching Milton with a swift elbow to the jaw, followed by a knee strike to the midsection. With Milton doubled over, Theo hooked his arm around Milton's neck, lifting him up for a suplex—but instead of bringing him down in the ring, Theo turned, letting gravity take Milton over the top rope and crashing to the outside.
The crowd erupted in cheers, the sight of Milton tumbling out of the ring a moment of pure exhilaration. Tito was jumping up and down at ringside, shouting his encouragement. "That's it, Theo! Keep going! You've got this!"
Theo turned back to Brick, who was still recovering from his collision with the ring post. He knew he had to act fast—this was his chance to take control of the match. He moved toward Brick, grabbing him by the head and dragging him to the center of the ring. Brick tried to fight back, throwing a wild punch, but Theo ducked under it, lifting Brick up onto his shoulders.
With a roar of determination, Theo hoisted Brick into the air, setting him up for a fireman's carry. The crowd held its breath, the anticipation palpable as Theo spun around, using his momentum to slam Brick down onto the mat with a modified Samoan drop.
"What a move by Theo! He's showing everyone here that he's not backing down!" Ruckus yelled, his voice filled with admiration.
Brick lay on the mat, groaning in pain, as Theo took a moment to catch his breath. He glanced over at Tito, who gave him an encouraging nod. Theo knew this wasn't over yet—he still had Milton to deal with, and Brick was far from finished.
Milton, now back on his feet outside the ring, looked furious. He adjusted his glasses, his eyes narrowing as he watched Theo. He wasn't about to let this newcomer show him up—not on the first day of school. With a determined glare, Milton climbed back onto the apron, pulling himself up onto the top rope.
Theo turned just in time to see Milton launch himself into the air, going for a high-risk crossbody. But Theo's instincts kicked in—he dropped to the mat, rolling out of harm's way as Milton crashed and burned, hitting the canvas with a loud thud.
"Milton goes for the high-risk maneuver, but Theo saw it coming! This match is all about strategy, and Theo's proving he's got what it takes!" Jetstream called out.
Theo pushed himself back to his feet, his eyes locking onto Milton, who was struggling to get up. He knew this was his chance—he couldn't let Milton recover. He charged forward, leaping into the air and delivering a running knee strike to Milton's head, sending him sprawling back down to the mat.
The crowd was on fire, the cheers echoing throughout the arena as Theo stood tall, his chest heaving as he looked down at his two opponents. Brick was still down, Milton was barely conscious—this was his moment to end it.
Tito, from ringside, shouted encouragement, his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. "Finish it, Theo! This is your time!"
Theo nodded, his eyes focused as he moved toward the ropes. He glanced at the turnbuckle, his mind made up. He was going to end this match in spectacular fashion—he was going to show everyone at Wrestlorama Academy what he was capable of.
With determination in his eyes, Theo climbed to the top rope, the crowd's cheers growing louder with every step. He stood tall, looking down at Milton, who lay prone in the center of the ring. Taking a deep breath, Theo launched himself into the air, twisting his body as he came down with a flying elbow drop that connected perfectly with Milton's chest.
The impact was thunderous, the crowd erupting in cheers as Theo hooked Milton's leg for the pin. The referee dropped to the mat, his hand slapping the canvas.
"One! Two! Thr—!"
But before the referee could count to three, Brick, with a roar of desperation, lunged forward, breaking the pin just in time. The crowd groaned, the near fall leaving them on the edge of their seats.
"Brick breaks it up! This match isn't over yet!" Ruckus shouted, his voice filled with excitement.
Theo rolled away, frustration evident on his face. He had been so close—but he knew he couldn't let up now. He pushed himself back to his feet, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Brick, who was slowly getting back to his feet as well.
The two locked eyes, the tension between them palpable. Brick, his face twisted in anger, charged at Theo, but Theo was ready. He sidestepped, using Brick's momentum to send him crashing into the turnbuckle. Brick hit the corner hard, his head snapping back as he stumbled forward, dazed.
Theo knew this was his chance. He moved in, grabbing Brick by the arm and whipping him into the ropes. As Brick rebounded, Theo leaped into the air, delivering a dropkick that caught Brick square in the chest, sending him crashing to the mat once more.
Milton, now back on his feet, tried to rush Theo from behind, but Theo spun around, catching him with a swift kick to the midsection. With Milton doubled over, Theo hooked his arm around Milton's neck, lifting him up for a suplex. But instead of bringing him down in the ring, Theo turned, letting gravity take Milton over the top rope, crashing to the outside.
The crowd erupted in cheers, the sight of Milton tumbling out of the ring a moment of pure exhilaration. Tito was jumping up and down at ringside, shouting his encouragement. "That's it, Theo! Keep going! You've got this!"
Theo turned back to Brick, who was still recovering from his collision with the turnbuckle. He knew he had to act fast—this was his chance to take control of the match. He moved toward Brick, grabbing him by the head and dragging him to the center of the ring. Brick tried to fight back, throwing a wild punch, but Theo ducked under it, lifting Brick up onto his shoulders.
With a roar of determination, Theo hoisted Brick into the air, setting him up for a fireman's carry. The crowd held its breath, the anticipation palpable as Theo spun around, using his momentum to slam Brick down onto the mat with a modified Samoan drop.
"What a move by Theo! He's showing everyone here that he's not backing down!" Ruckus yelled, his voice filled with admiration.
Brick lay on the mat, groaning in pain, as Theo took a moment to catch his breath. He glanced over at Tito, who gave him an encouraging nod. Theo knew this wasn't over yet—he still had Milton to deal with, and Brick was far from finished.
Milton, now back on his feet outside the ring, looked furious. He adjusted his glasses, his eyes narrowing as he watched Theo. He wasn't about to let this newcomer show him up—not on the first day of school. With a determined glare, Milton climbed back onto the apron, pulling himself up onto the top rope.
Theo turned just in time to see Milton launch himself into the air, going for a high-risk crossbody. But Theo's instincts kicked in—he dropped to the mat, rolling out of harm's way as Milton crashed and burned, hitting the canvas with a loud thud.
"Milton goes for the high-risk maneuver, but Theo saw it coming! This match is all about strategy, and Theo's proving he's got what it takes!" Jetstream called out.
Theo pushed himself back to his feet, his eyes locking onto Milton, who was struggling to get up. He knew this was his chance—he couldn't let Milton recover. He charged forward, leaping into the air and delivering a running knee strike to Milton's head, sending him sprawling back down to the mat.
The crowd was on fire, the cheers echoing throughout the arena as Theo stood tall, his chest heaving as he looked down at his two opponents. Brick was still down, Milton was barely conscious—this was his moment to end it.
Tito, from ringside, shouted encouragement, his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. "Finish it, Theo! This is your time!"
Theo nodded, his eyes focused as he moved toward the ropes. He glanced at the turnbuckle, his mind made up. He was going to end this match in spectacular fashion—he was going to show everyone at Wrestlorama Academy what he was capable of.
With determination in his eyes, Theo climbed to the top rope, the crowd's cheers growing louder with every step. He stood tall, looking down at Milton, who lay prone in the center of the ring. Taking a deep breath, Theo launched himself into the air, twisting his body as he came down with a flying elbow drop that connected perfectly with Milton's chest.
The impact was thunderous, the crowd erupting in cheers as Theo hooked Milton's leg for the pin. The referee dropped to the mat, his hand slapping the canvas.
"One! Two! Thr—!"
But before the referee could count to three, Brick, with a roar of desperation, lunged forward, breaking the pin just in time. The crowd groaned, the near fall leaving them on the edge of their seats.
"Brick breaks it up! This match isn't over yet!" Ruckus shouted, his voice filled with excitement.
Theo rolled away, frustration evident on his face. He had been so close—but he knew he couldn't let up now. He pushed himself back to his feet, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Brick, who was slowly getting back to his feet as well.
The two locked eyes, the tension between them palpable. Brick, his face twisted in anger, charged at Theo, but Theo was ready. He sidestepped, using Brick's momentum to send him crashing into the turnbuckle. Brick hit the corner hard, his head snapping back as he stumbled forward, dazed.
Theo knew this was his chance. He moved in, grabbing Brick by the arm and whipping him into the ropes. As Brick rebounded, Theo leaped into the air, delivering a dropkick that caught Brick square in the chest, sending him crashing to the mat once more.
Milton, now back on his feet, tried to rush Theo from behind, but Theo spun around, catching him with a swift kick to the midsection. With Milton doubled over, Theo hooked his arm around Milton's neck, lifting him up for a suplex. But instead of bringing him down in the ring, Theo turned, letting gravity take Milton over the top rope, crashing to the outside.
The crowd erupted in cheers, the sight of Milton tumbling.
Chapter Two, Part Three
The crowd roared as the triple threat match continued, the tension growing thicker with each passing second. Theo moved with quick, precise movements, staying one step ahead of both Brick and Milton. His agility was on full display, ducking and weaving to avoid their strikes and countering when the opportunity arose. But Brick and Milton, realizing they couldn't best Theo individually, exchanged a look of understanding. They had decided it was time for a different approach.
Milton and Brick nodded at each other, an unspoken alliance forming between them. They turned their focus toward Theo, charging at him with a unified purpose. Theo, initially unaware of the new partnership, managed to avoid Brick's initial rush, slipping to the side and delivering a swift kick to Milton's side. But as he turned to continue the attack, Brick's large frame crashed into Theo, knocking him off balance.
The two opponents were now working in tandem, an improvised but effective alliance that caught Theo off guard. Milton swung a heavy arm, and Brick followed with a shoulder charge, both aimed directly at Theo, who found himself struggling to keep up. He ducked and dodged, but the relentless assault was wearing him down. Brick's raw power and Milton's surprising speed combined into a chaotic storm, leaving Theo little room to breathe.
The commentators were in full swing, narrating the sudden turn of events. "And it looks like Brick and Milton have decided to team up! Theo's quick, but there's only so much he can do against these two powerhouses!" one of the commentators shouted, his voice filled with excitement.
Theo tried to slip away, ducking under a double clothesline attempt. He managed to get behind them and even landed a kick to Milton's back, but Brick was there to grab his arm, yanking him back into their range. Theo felt the impact of a heavy punch from Milton, followed by a brutal forearm from Brick. The alliance was working, and Theo was now on the receiving end of their combined fury.
"Get him! Let's show him what happens when you mess with us!" Brick shouted, his voice filled with a mixture of adrenaline and rage. Milton nodded, his comic book catchphrases momentarily forgotten as he focused on the task at hand.
Theo's body ached as Brick and Milton continued their assault. A double suplex sent him crashing onto the mat, the ring shaking from the impact. The crowd winced, the cheers momentarily dying down as they watched Theo take hit after hit. Tito, standing outside the ring, was shouting encouragement, his voice strained with worry. "Come on, Theo! You've got this! Just hang in there!"
But Brick and Milton had no intention of letting up. Brick grabbed Theo by the arm, pulling him up roughly, while Milton positioned himself on the opposite side. The two exchanged a quick nod before sending Theo flying across the ring with an improvised double Irish whip. Theo hit the ropes hard and came rebounding back, right into the waiting arms of Milton, who lifted him up into a bear hug.
Milton squeezed tightly, his strength surprising given his round build. Theo gritted his teeth, trying to fight through the pain, but Brick was already preparing for the next move. With a running start, Brick delivered a powerful big boot to Theo's chest, the force of the blow knocking him out of Milton's grasp and sending him sprawling to the mat.
The crowd gasped, and the commentators were in awe. "What a devastating combination! Theo's in real trouble here, folks! Brick and Milton are absolutely relentless!" the commentator exclaimed.
Milton and Brick, emboldened by their success, began to taunt Theo. Milton stood over him, a smug grin on his face. "Looks like the hero's in a bit of a pinch, huh? Should've stayed down, kid," he said, his voice dripping with condescension.
Brick, not one to be outdone, grabbed Theo by the hair, pulling him up once more. "Yeah, let's see how quick you are now," he growled, delivering a heavy punch to Theo's midsection. Theo doubled over, the wind knocked out of him.
With Theo weakened, Brick and Milton began to improvise even more, their attacks becoming increasingly brutal. Brick lifted Theo into a full nelson hold, locking his arms behind him and exposing his chest. Milton took advantage, delivering a series of hard punches and chops to Theo's chest, each one echoing through the arena. The crowd winced with each blow, the sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberating in the air.
Tito was frantic, pacing back and forth outside the ring. He could see Theo struggling, his friend's body battered and his energy fading. "Come on, Theo! You've got to find a way out of this!" Tito shouted, his voice filled with desperation.
Brick and Milton, however, showed no signs of stopping. They continued their assault, each move designed to wear Theo down even further. Milton grabbed Theo's legs while Brick held his upper body, and together they lifted him up before slamming him back down onto the mat with a thunderous double powerbomb. Theo's body bounced off the mat, the impact sending shockwaves through the ring.
The crowd was on edge, some cheering for the action, others shouting for Theo to fight back. The commentators were in a frenzy. "Theo's in a world of hurt right now! Brick and Milton are showing no mercy! This alliance might just be the end for Theo in this match!"
Brick and Milton stood over Theo, their alliance holding strong for the moment. They exchanged a glance, both breathing heavily but clearly satisfied with their work. Milton raised his arms, playing to the crowd, while Brick kept his eyes on Theo, a predatory grin on his face.
"Let's finish this," Brick said, his voice low and filled with intent. Milton nodded, the two of them ready to put an end to Theo's resistance once and for all.
Brick reached down, grabbing Theo by the arm and dragging him towards the center of the ring. Milton moved to the opposite side, positioning himself for what looked like another brutal double-team maneuver. The crowd watched with bated breath, the tension palpable.
Theo lay on the mat, his body battered and his vision blurred. He could hear Tito's voice in the distance, urging him to get up, to fight back. He knew he couldn't give up now, not with everyone watching, not with Tito believing in him. He had to find a way to turn this around.
But as Brick and Milton loomed over him, preparing to deliver the final blow, it seemed like Theo's chances were slipping away. The two bullies were ready to end it, their alliance holding strong as they set their sights on their weakened opponent.
The crowd was on the edge of their seats, the air thick with anticipation. Theo had taken a beating, but the match wasn't over yet. And as Brick and Milton prepared to finish him off, somewhere deep inside, Theo's fighting spirit flickered, refusing to be extinguished.
This was far from over.
Chapter Two, Part Four
Theo lay on the mat, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The combined assault from Brick and Milton had left him battered, and the pain radiating through his body was a reminder of just how tough this match had become. His vision blurred for a moment as he blinked, trying to regain focus, but the loud roar of the crowd reminded him that he couldn't give up—not now.
"C'mon, Theo! Get up! You've got this!" Tito's voice cut through the noise, carrying the urgency and support of a true friend and strategist. Theo glanced toward Tito, who stood at ringside, worry etched across his face but with a determination that refused to die.
Summoning the strength he had left, Theo slowly rolled himself under the bottom rope, sliding out of the ring to create some distance and catch his breath. He needed a moment to gather his thoughts, a moment to think clearly about his next move. The cool metal of the barricade was a temporary reprieve as he leaned against it, gulping in deep breaths.
Up in the ring, Brick was pacing back and forth, frustration evident on his face. "Where do you think you're going, Theo? You think you can run away from this?" Brick shouted, his voice dripping with arrogance. He made a move to follow Theo out of the ring, but Milton grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.
"Hey, listen up, musclehead," Milton snapped, his glasses glinting under the bright arena lights. "We can't just rush him again. We need to regroup, plan it out, and finish him for good."
Brick turned, glaring at Milton, his face twisting in annoyance. "Are you kidding me? You're gonna stand here and talk while he gets away? We need to stop him *now*!"
Milton crossed his arms, not backing down. "Think for once, Brick. We rush in again, and we'll just end up running into another counter. We need a better strategy."
The tension between the two began to rise, their tempers flaring as they argued back and forth. The audience watched with anticipation, sensing the growing rift between the temporary allies. Insults were exchanged, each word adding more fuel to the fire until finally, Brick had had enough.
"You talk too much," Brick growled, and with a swift, vicious motion, he delivered a low-blow kick straight to Milton's gut. Milton's eyes widened in shock, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as he doubled over in pain. Brick shoved him aside, a look of disdain on his face as he turned his attention back to Theo.
"I'll finish this myself!" Brick roared, climbing out of the ring and stomping toward Theo, his heavy footsteps echoing across the arena floor.
Theo saw Brick approaching, and a flash of clarity cut through the exhaustion. This was his chance—the opening he needed. He pushed off the barricade, his body protesting in pain, and took off in a sudden dash toward Brick. As Brick closed in, Theo dropped low, hooking his arm around Brick's ankles and pulling with all his strength.
Brick's eyes widened in surprise as his balance was ripped out from under him, and he fell forward, his head colliding with the edge of the ring apron. The sound of the impact was loud, a sickening thud that echoed across the arena. The crowd winced, a collective gasp filling the air.
Tito pumped his fist in the air, his voice cutting through the chaos. "That's it, Theo! Now's your chance! End this!"
Theo knew he had to act fast. He couldn't let Brick recover, not after everything he'd been through in this match. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, but he forced himself to move, grabbing Brick and hauling him up. The weight was almost too much, his arms trembling as he lifted Brick into position for a suplex.
But Theo wasn't just aiming for a simple suplex—he needed something more, something that would make sure Brick stayed down. He adjusted his grip, shifting his weight as he used every ounce of strength he had left. With a final burst of effort, Theo lifted Brick up and then drove him down, spiking his head directly onto the unforgiving floor outside the ring in an improvised brainbuster.
The impact was brutal, Brick's body crumpling as he hit the ground, and the crowd erupted in cheers, their voices a deafening roar of approval. Tito jumped up and down, his excitement uncontainable as he shouted, "That's how you do it, Theo! That's the Fighting Spirit!"
Theo's chest heaved, his vision swimming as he tried to steady himself. He looked down at Brick, who lay motionless on the floor, and knew that this was his moment. He couldn't waste it—he had to end this now.
He turned his attention back to the ring, where Milton was slowly getting back to his feet, still reeling from Brick's cheap shot. Theo slid under the ropes, his body moving on instinct, the cheers of the crowd pushing him forward. He could hear Tito's voice, could feel the energy of everyone watching, and it all fueled him as he took off in a full sprint across the ring.
Milton barely had time to react as Theo leaped toward the middle rope, his body twisting in midair. The crowd held their breath, the anticipation building as Theo sprang off the ropes, his knee aimed directly at Milton's head. The move was perfect, every ounce of momentum focused into the strike as he flew through the air.
"ACE IMPACT!" Tito's voice rang out, filled with pride and excitement as Theo's knee connected with Milton's head. The force of the blow sent Milton crashing to the mat, his body going limp as the crowd exploded in cheers.
Theo landed, his body aching but his spirit soaring. He dropped down, hooking Milton's leg for the pin as the referee slid into position. The crowd counted along, their voices echoing throughout the arena.
"One! Two! Three!"
The bell rang, and the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers. "Here is your winner—Theo Vera!"
The arena erupted in cheers, the energy electric as Tito climbed into the ring, rushing over to his friend. He pulled Theo to his feet, a huge grin on his face as he raised Theo's arm in victory. "You did it, Theo! You showed them what real Fighting Spirit looks like!"
Theo smiled, the exhaustion beginning to set in, but the thrill of victory overpowering the pain. He looked around at the cheering crowd, at Tito's proud expression, and felt a sense of accomplishment he hadn't felt before. This was just the beginning, but it was a beginning that proved he belonged here—that he was ready to take on whatever challenges Wrestlorama Academy had to offer.
With Tito by his side, Theo made his way out of the ring, the cheers of the crowd following them as they walked up the ramp. Each step was heavy, his body aching from the battle, but his heart was light, filled with hope and determination. Today, he had taken the first step toward his dream, and he knew that no matter how tough the road ahead might be, he was ready to face it head-on.
As they reached the exit, Tito threw an arm around Theo's shoulders, his grin never faltering. "This is just the start, buddy. Tomorrow, we hit the training room again, and we keep pushing. You're gonna be the best, I just know it."
Theo nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. One match at a time, right?"
"Exactly. And with the Fighting Spirit on your side, there's nothing you can't do," Tito said, giving Theo a reassuring pat on the back.
Together, they left the arena, the cheers of the crowd fading behind them as they stepped into the cool evening air. The first day at Wrestlorama Academy had been intense, filled with challenges and triumphs, but it was only the beginning. Theo knew there was a long road ahead, but with Tito by his side and the Fighting Spirit burning within him, he was ready to face whatever came next.