Matty vs Elek and Sento: Ch.1

As a crisp autumn day passed through the streets of Las Vegas, America, the city-folk began to begin the normal day as usual. But, you could tell that the weather was beginning to drop as people were bundled up in coats and jackets. Children dragged their feet hopelessly to school buildings and stores, grabbing the necessary items to cross the desolate desert of scholastic learning. But, the leaves were beautiful… simply a wonder to behold. The colors looked like something out of a rich art museum. There must've been someone behind the beautiful design of these leaves…

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The American Phenomenon, Matty Morse, shivered as he rushed through the streets with his hands in his pockets.  He was wearing a short-sleeve shirt after all, and those arm-sleeve accessories didn't seem to help one bit. He breathed heavily as he began to slow down walking.

"Huff, how do people stand weather like this?" Matty said, his teeth chattering, "You'd think I'd be used to this, since I was born in Maine…"

He looked around and decided what his next course of action was. Recently, Matty had been on a 5-match winning streak. However, all the people on his cell phone were busy or unavailable to contact. He started to think on what he could do to pass this time. He rubbed his hair and fixed his headband after that.

"Well, I may be bored…" Matty groaned, and then said smiling, "but at least, I know that I'm growing stronger. Best part, I am very young, so I got a lot to learn!"

Just then, Matty felt his phone vibrate as his famous "Cadillac Phunque" by Family Force 5 ringtone rang out. He got excited as he pulled out his phone with glee and flipped it open. He hit the talk button as he leaned against a nearby building.

"Hello, this is Matty Morse," Matty said happily.

"Hello, Matty," said a familiar voice, "This is the General Manager of WWI. How are you today?"

Matty's face immediately lit up in excitement. He hadn't heard from WWI ever since he wrestled with Matipuno in the Tag-Team Championship Match at Wrestlefest in Los Angeles a while back. He grinned as he shortly had a remembrance moment of that great match.

"Hello, sir!" Matty chimed back happily with his eyes closed, "I'm doing great, now that you called! I've been so bored now of late!"

"I see!" The GM said, "Well, I am glad that I have brightened you day today!"

Matty grinned and said, "How's Matipuno? Is he there; can I talk to him?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Matty," he heard the other person say, "but Matipuno left on a special tournament to another country. You just missed him. But fear not; he is not one bit depressed since your last visit."

That was good news to Matty's ears. When Matipuno first met Matty, he was suffering from a bit of depression. However, after a good pep talk, and the huge match was finished, Matipuno felt more happy and confident as he and Matty became good rivals.

"Anyway," Matty heard the GM say and paid attention, "Matty, I am sort of glad I caught you being bored. You see, the WWI is holding a very special event that holds different fighting styles, which means that you can kick and punch to your heart's content, Matty. The WWI would request of your services once more. Would you be willing to do it?"

Matty's heart jumped of excitement as he heard this offer. He grasped the phone so hard, he almost broke it.

"Are you for real, sir?" he said, his voice trembling, "I can get another chance on WWI?"

"YES!!" Matty thought, "I could show everyone how much stronger I've gotten from my last appearance on WWI! This is my big chance!!"

"I take it," the General Manager sounded happy, "that by your tone, you are interested?"

Matty literally jumped up and down, causing people to stare. He laughed as he looked up into the air. Finally, something to alleviate his boredom!

"Yes, of course, I am interested!" Matty yelled happily, "So, where do I meet you? Is it back in Los Angeles? Because I can me-"

"Well," the GM cut him off, "My sources say that you are in Las Vegas, is that correct?"

Matty was stunned as his head jerked back and said, "Wait. How did you know that I was-"

"On 4th Street, right on the curb, holding the cell phone in your right hand, and wondering how I knew this?" the General Manager finished for him.

Matty dropped his lower jaw in disbelief. Was he being stalked by him? He looked around and saw a van in front of him, with a few men waving at him. Suddenly, Matty grinned as he recognized Dick Jorgensen, one of the GM's assistants and his biggest fans, run over to him. Both of them embraced each other in happiness like long-lost brothers.

"Go ahead and rest up with Dick and the others; I will inform you of the match details when you're ready. I'll be looking forward to seeing you again," the GM hung up.

Matty put away his phone as Dick yelled, "OH MY GOSH!! I am so happy to get a chance to see you again, Matty!!"

Matty closed his eyes as he laughed and said, "Calm down, Dick! It's great to see you too!"

Dick stepped back as he winked and said, "It was such a treat watching you wrestle, but now, I get to see the real deal; your fighting style, "Excalibur"! I am so pumped! Well, Matty, are you ready to get it on and head over to the Las Vegas WWI stadium?"

Matty grinned, tightened his headband (Which made Dick excited), and pumped his fist into the air.

Then, both Matty and Dick yelled, "Throw up your Rawkfist, if you're feeling it, when I drop this!"

With that, both of the young males got into the van as it closed the doors and drove off to its destination.

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The Eli Café was located just down the street from the main highroad, where you could merge into the interstate. Several small tables had been occupied as many people from different races and ethnicities. The café did serve some entrees, but mainly it was a beverage order list. Usually, it was coffee. That's what they ordered anyway…

The two wolves sat at the table in the corner, not trying to get any attention or bother anyone. These two wolves, though, were not just any ordinary wolves. They were famous wrestlers and fighters: Elek "the Flyer" Kristof and his manager, Sento Silvermoon, sat facing each other, enjoying each other's company and coffee.

Elek was a 6'4, 300 lb light brown and white wolf. He was wearing a bright blue and white leather jacket with his name on the back. He was wearing white shiny athletic pants and black and grey foot supporters instead of shoes. Elek was a luchador. Now, a lot of people are confused about this. Many people know that luchadors are usually under 125 lbs. however, Elek is a master of wrestling and has honed his body into being able to move faster than people his size.

His manager, Sento, was a 6'1, 225 lb silver wolf who had extremely long red hair and red tail. He wore a red t-shirt that read "Got Fur?" on the front of it in bold white letters. He wore a gold ring on his pinky finger, and a gold necklace. He was wearing black khaki shorts, which had two white belts on the legs, and wearing blue kick-pad foot accessories instead of shoes. Sento was a freelance wrestler and kick-boxer who had won many matches. Nevertheless, he decided to be Elek's manager and coach him through his career. But yet, there was something more than that.

Although they were free agents, these two were enlisted into the WWI, if needed. However, they had finally worked their schedule so they could have a day to themselves. They had a strong bond together, which made them stronger against opponents. They liked being around each other. They loved each other. Maybe… maybe more than that…

Elek smiled at Sento, having finally worked it out so they can have time alone. He glanced at his friend who looked at him with a grin.

"This is so nice..." Elek sighed, "We have a day to ourselves."

"Yes, it's a lovely day today," Sento replied as he smiled and wagged his tail, drinking his coffee.

Elek leaned back into his chair and looked around. The city laid perfectly still as the city noises of car horns, people chattering, and so forth sounded like Heaven.

"No bad guys, no world ending threats, just you and me..." he smiled and sipped his coffee, "I still can't believe Steven is growing up so fast…"

Steven was their adopted child. The dragon-anthro boy was very young and needed a home, and Elek and Sento had compassion on him. Plus, the boy had potential to be a great fighter someday; he even could hold his own against both of them!

Sento laughed and nodded, "Yeah, I know! It's going to be weird that he is going to be taller than the both of us!"

Elek replied, "I know, I mean, it feels like it was only yesterday when we adopted him..."

He slid his right foot forward gently and started rubbing it on Sento's foot. His manager sighed in happiness.

"So, how has your career been?" Elek asked.

Sento looked down and said depressingly, "Not good at all, love...It's just not good."

Elek blinked as he asked, "Why?"

Sento rolled his eyes and said looking down, "They want me to lose all my matches, so this new guy can beat me and take my belt."

Elek asked interestedly, "Does he have a name?"

Drinking his coffee, he listened as Sento rubbed his head and said, "All I know is he is a tiger."

Elek replied, "Ah, I see...."

He sighed and said looking upward, "Well, if we didn't need the money now, we could go back to being free agents, but…"

Sento interrupted him as he placed a paw on Elek's paw. He smiled at him as his friend started to grow happy.

Sento finished, "That's why I am going into another fighting league."

Elek nodded and held his paw back and smiled. He loved Sento with all his heart and he could trust him, no matter what.

"Just make sure it's not too far away," Elek said sweetly, "Plus-"

He was startled when Sento's cell phone rang. He blinked as he looked at Sento with a growing smile. Sento started to chuckle as he pulled out his phone and hit the talk button.

Sento asked, "Hello?"

The other end said, "Hello? Is this Elek Kristof's Manger, Sento Silvermoon?"

Elek silently mouthed the words, 'Who is it?' to Sento. As his manager mouthed, 'General Manager', Elek put his elbow on the table and put his unbelieving and disappointed face in his paw.

Sento gave him a funny glare, and answered, "Yes, it is. Why?"

"We have a match to offer both of you that might be valuable of your time and a great experience booster," the GM said, "Could both of you come to my office right away?"

Sento looked at Elek, who raised an eyebrow at him. He then jokingly used his paw to cut his neck, in a gesture to say 'no'. He smirked when he did it, which made Sento almost laugh into the phone. His manager caught himself and cleared his throat.

He said with a nod, "We will. Just give us a few minutes to get there."

"Very good," the GM said, "Before I go, just letting you on a tip. Your opponent is no pushover; he's already one of the most famous growing rookies in America. You'll be very shocked at who it is; I guarantee."

Soon, after a bit more talking, Sento hung up politely.

"Come on, Elek," Sento said, paying the bill, "the manager wants to see us."

"Really? Why?" Elek asked, his voice showing he was slightly disappointed that the date was put on hold.

Sento kissed him and said, "He has a match for us."

Elek smiled and finally gave in, saying, "All right. Then, let's go."

With that, Elek exhaled a huge sigh, took Sento by the arm, and began to walk over to the WWI stadium. Little did these two know that in the immediate future, that their lives would cross with a specific young teenager, causing a very interesting turn of events.

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