Own no intellectual properties. I have had some characters designed for a pro wrestling story for a while now and just wanted to find an outlet on here to put them. After a friend referred me to "Wanna Be the World's Strongest." I felt this was a good storyline and good characters to work with. This story is going to be focusing on plot, characters, drama and action.

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" It's about time someone put you in your place Sonata…" Konjo thought as he stared down Takeo

" Fight!" The ref yelled as the bell rang.

Without a moment of hesitation, the two immediately engage with the crowd roaring. Konjo immediately got behind Takeo delivering a suplex. However, Takeo used the momentum to perform a full flip to his feet. The two wrestlers from Arete Gym engaged once more. Takeo performed a successful takedown of Konjo, Konjo then flipped Takeo over causing Konjo to be on top, this was thwarted when Takeo went for a triangle hold which caused Konjo to stand up and attempt a foot stomp on Takeo's head which Takeo narrowly dodged.

The crowd watched in awe as the two put on a full display of just how hard wrestlers train at Arete. Neither wrestler was gaining an advantage and it seemed every move one made the other had a counter ready for it.

" Come on bro!" Haru said at ringside.

Meanwhile backstage, the rest of the wrestlers watched on the monitors.

Sakura was astounded watching Takeo " I…." Sakura began as Misaki stood by her also watching the match. " I knew Takeo was good but….."

" Kind of surreal isn't it?" Misaki said.

" How is he so good though? He's barely older than me , but he seems so in tune with wrestling."

" Are you insane!?" Misaki said.

Sakura startled by the comment looked to Misaki.

" You just started wrestling last year. The only thing that's kept Takeo from being a pro sooner than he has is his age. But make no mistake, Takeo has been wrestling since he could walk. So while you may be similar in age, the gap in experience between you two is astronomical."

Back at the match Konjo threw Takeo into the ropes and ran toward him to deliver a clothesline. Seeing it coming Takeo managed to maneuver at the last second transitioning into an over the shoulder armbar, Konjo immediately felt the tension Takeo was trying to put on his arm and tried using his momentum to roll out of it. However, Takeo read this and delivered a high kick to Konjo's face.

" And with that, Wild Child lands the first clean strike!" The announcer yelled.

The crowd cheered as Konjo reeled back. " You're really pissin' me off…" Konjo thought.

Elsewhere….

The head coach of Arete was sitting in his chair with a hot cup of tea hea had just been brewing to combat this bad cold he had come down with, as he took a sip he continued watching the program to discover Konjo and Takeo were facing off, causing him to spit his tea out.

Back at the stadium….

As the fight progressed, Takeo was landing several palm strikes and leg kicks against Konjo and after a short while they seemed to start taking their toll. But as Takeo went for another high kick he was suddenly grabbed by Konjo.

" Payback time…" Konjo said as he lifted Takeo high in the air and slammed him to the mat.

Takeo's eyes widened from the impact. In his entire career he had never been slammed that hard. Konjo jumped on the second rope and dove into Takeo driving his elbow into his ribs.

Konjo immediately covered Takeo. " Ref! He's pinned!"

The referee immediately jumped to the mat " 1…2.." However Takeo jumped out just before the 3 count.

Konjo picked up Takeo by the hair and delivered a clothesline knocking him back against the turnbuckle. As Konjo ran toward him, Takeo grabbed the ropes and delivered a doble leg kick to Konjo's face which sent him to the mat. Takeo then jumped on the turnbuckle and delivered an atomic elbow to Konjo's chest, which caused him to turn over and writhe in pain. Takeo jumped to his feet as Konjo struggled to get to his. As Takeo went for a head kick Konjo immediately ducked and got behind Takeo, once again going for a suplex but Takeo once again landed on his feet.

The two top competitors from Arete stared each other down then interlocked hands.

Backstage Sakura was shocked. " Why would he do that!? He shouldn't get into a test of strength with someone that much bigger than him!"

As Sakura continued watching she saw that not only was Takeo holding his own against a larger opponent, but was showing no signs of being in trouble.

" I got 50 pounds on this twerp. Why isn't he buckling!?" Konjo thought as he decided to break the lock while kneeing Takeo. Takeo mostly expressed annoyance with this maneuver. Konjo picked him up by the hair and attempted a headbutt. However, Takeo brought up a palm strike just before Konjo could deliver it. Staggering back Konjo saw Takeo's stance change.

" I was an idiot to think I wouldn't need to use this. Konjo is way too high level not to use it. " Takeo thought. " Guess I'm going back on my word."

Konjo saw Takeo's stance change. " So he DID teach it to you huh?" Konjo thought. " Doesn't matter! It won't help you!" Konjo swung his fist back and swung it forward only for Takeo to grab it in an attempt to hyper extend the elbow. As Konjo pulled back, Takeo delivered a scissor sweep taking Konjo down.

The cheers from some of the fans began dying down as they saw what was happening before their eyes. Most of said fans were in their older years and had been watching wrestling for decades. If such a position as Professional Fan existed, they would be more than qualified. As they watched Takeo's new style change, they immediately became reminiscent of an older era of pro wrestling. One in which only a single other wrestler in history fought exactly the way Takeo is fighting right now.

While the match raged Sakura and Misaki were watching a monitor backstage.

"Takeo is fighting in a new stance. What is that?"

"Sakura…" Misaki began. " Are you familiar with Kenji "The Lionheart"?"

Sakura took a moment. " In the world of pro-wrestling, I'm a novice. But even I know who HE is. He's a national hero and legend in the ring. But why do you bring that up?"

" You're right, after decades of hard fought matches on the grandest stages, he's famous throughout the world. But do you know his true name?"

Sakura looked bewildered but nodded no.

" His actual name is Kenji Sonata. This is his combat style."

Sakura's eyes widened. " So…"

" Yes…" Misaki said. " Takeo is Kenji Sonata's son…"

Back at the match, Konjo rushed Takeo but was met with an over the shoulder throw, the sickening thud echoed through the arena.

" Konjo ! Get up!" Haru shouted.

Takeo looked down at Konjo. He knew he could get the pin at this point. But that was not the statement he wanted to make. At the same time, he couldn't imagine a submission hold Konjo wouldn't be able to force his way out of. This left Takeo with only one option.

" Can't believe I'm going to use this, but no other hold will work." Takeo thought.

Takeo then positioned Konjo's legs into a sharpshooter position.

" Is this the sharpshooter!? Will Wild Child go for a submission!?" The Announcer said.

Upon further investigation, this sharpshooter was not quite like a standard one. The hand positioning was very different and Takeo's body position was also bizarre.

Konjo began yelling in pain. This technique had never been used on him before, he found himself unable to counter.

" How's that!? Tight enough for ya!?" Takeo yelled as he brought down the full force of his weight on the hold.

" Bro! Get to the rope!" Haru shouted as he slapped the mat of the ring.

At this point, most of the cheering had stopped as many fans stood up bearing witness, there was now no denying it. This was a fighting style not seen in over 10 years.

Konjo tried to reach the rope, only to have Takeo drag him back to the center of the ring.

" 12 Gage! Can you keep going!?" The ref asked.

Unable to withstand the sharp pain unlike any he had ever felt, Konjo was left with only left with one option. " I give up!"

The referee waved for the bell, upon the sound Takeo immediately released the hold and walked out of the ring panting heavily.

Back at Arete's head coach's home….

He looked at the TV rubbing his eyes in annoyance. " You idiot…" He said. " You just exposed to the world who you are."

Back at the stadium…..

The cheers had now been reduced to primarily murmurs as Takeo made his way to the back. He looked ahead to the other wrestlers standing there dumbstruck. He walked past them toward the locker room, he then saw Sakura standing there not sure what to say to him.

Takeo turned to Sakura " Nobody's invincible…" He started. " Even seasoned pros can be made to give up." He then continued toward the locker room.

Sakura watched as he walked away.

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More to come…