Rebecca Green Vs Bloodline

The official raised one hand. The crowd grew louder.

Then the bell rang.

Rebecca moved first. She stepped forward and reached for the nearest member of the Bloodline. The other member quickly slapped the ring apron and called out. Rebecca turned for half a second, trying to see which direction the call came from.

That was enough.

The Bloodline member in front of her darted to the side and tagged their partner. Rebecca turned back, but the new wrestler was already moving. Rebecca ducked under an arm and slid toward her corner.

“Now!” called the king.

Rebecca stretched for the tag. Their hands were almost together.

A bright poster suddenly waved between them from ringside. It blocked Rebecca’s view. She reached toward the sound of the king’s voice, but her fingers met empty air. The Bloodline’s wrestler tapped her shoulder and guided her back toward the middle of the ring.

Rebecca stopped and took a breath. Nothing hurt. The official was watching closely. The crowd was safe behind the rail, and the poster lowered at once.

“Stay calm,” the king said. “We have time.”

Rebecca nodded. She had expected a hard match, but not so many little distractions. The Bloodline did not need to rush. They only needed to make her miss one beat.

The wrestler in front of her held up both hands, inviting her to choose a side. Rebecca stepped left. The wrestler stepped left too. Rebecca stepped right. Again, the wrestler matched her.

Behind them, the other Bloodline member slapped the apron twice.

Rebecca glanced toward the sound.

The wrestler in front of her moved away and tagged out.

Rebecca’s eyes widened. “They are using the noise.”

The king leaned over the ropes. “Then use our signal.”

Rebecca heard him tap the corner post three times. Tap, tap, tap. Their small signal from practice.

She faced the new wrestler and waited. The Bloodline member came forward. Rebecca moved under an arm, turned, and reached for the corner. This time, she did not look at the crowd or the apron. She listened only for the king.

Tap, tap, tap.

Rebecca stretched her hand.

The king stretched too.

Their palms met.

The tag was clear.

The king entered with a quick step and sent the Bloodline member back toward the center. Rebecca climbed through the ropes and watched from the corner. The king moved with care, keeping his eyes on the wrestler in front of him. The crowd clapped in a steady rhythm.

“Good!” Rebecca called.

The king reached for a safe hold. The Bloodline wrestler slipped free, but the king stayed balanced. He guided the wrestler toward their corner, then turned and gave Rebecca a small nod.

Rebecca understood. They were finding their rhythm again.

The king tagged Rebecca. She stepped through the ropes, caught the wrestler’s arm, and turned them gently toward the mat. The crowd cheered as Rebecca held the position for a count.

“One! Two!”

The Bloodline member reached the ropes. Rebecca let go at once.

“Clean break,” said the official.

Rebecca backed away. She felt proud. The match was busy, but their teamwork was working. The king had trusted her signal, and she had trusted his.

The Bloodline changed their plan.

One member stayed inside the ring while the other moved along the outside edge. Rebecca saw the second member crouch near the king’s corner. The king pointed toward the ring and called, “Watch the tag!”

Rebecca nodded. She wanted to reach him before the Bloodline could make another opening.

The wrestler inside the ring stepped toward Rebecca. Rebecca moved back, keeping space between them. She heard the king tap the post twice.

Tap, tap.

Rebecca took one step toward him.

At that exact moment, the Bloodline member outside the ring slapped the apron again. The sound cracked through the arena. The wrestler inside the ring turned toward the noise, and Rebecca turned too.

The king’s hand was waiting.

Rebecca lunged for it.

The Bloodline wrestler moved between them.

Rebecca stopped before she bumped into the ropes. The official raised a hand and told the outside wrestler to return to the corner. The outside wrestler obeyed, but the lost moment was gone.

Rebecca looked at the king. His face stayed calm, yet his hand lowered slowly.

“We almost had it,” he said.

“I know,” Rebecca answered. “They made us look away.”

The Bloodline member inside the ring smiled at their partner. Rebecca did not like the smile, but she reminded herself that this was a contest with rules. The official was there, the ropes were strong, and she and the king could still make good choices.

Rebecca set her feet. “We can make a new signal.”

The king nodded. “Something they cannot copy.”

Rebecca thought quickly. Their first signal used the post. The Bloodline had learned it. The crowd was too loud for a quiet word. She looked at the ring canvas, then at the bright green ribbon tied around her wrist.

She lifted the ribbon and touched it with two fingers.

The king understood. “Green means go?”

“Green means tag,” Rebecca said.

They waited for the right chance.

The Bloodline tried to push Rebecca away from her corner. She stayed low and moved in a small circle, always keeping the king in sight. When the wrestler reached for her, Rebecca stepped aside and guided the motion past her. She did not need to be faster. She needed to be ready.

The wrestler turned.

Rebecca touched the green ribbon.

The king reached out.

Their hands met again.

The crowd burst into cheers.

The king entered, and Rebecca returned to the corner. Together, they had solved the problem. The arena was still loud. The lights were still flashing. The Bloodline was still watching every move. But Rebecca and the king had found a way to listen to each other.

The king moved across the ring and gained space. Rebecca clapped from her corner.

“Keep going!”

The king reached for the ropes, turned, and sent the Bloodline member toward the center. The wrestler stumbled one step and stopped safely. The king did not rush. He waited until the wrestler faced him, then moved in again.

Rebecca saw the opening.

She touched the green ribbon.

The king saw her.

The Bloodline saw her too.

Their outside member stepped onto the apron and shouted toward the official. The official turned to speak with them. No one was in danger, but the official’s attention moved away from the ring for one important second.

The king reached for Rebecca’s hand.

The wrestler inside the ring caught his arm and pulled him back.

Rebecca leaned as far as she could over the ropes. “King!”

The king looked at her, but the Bloodline member stepped between them. The outside wrestler dropped from the apron, and the official turned back just as the Bloodline made a quick tag.

The new wrestler entered.

The king had to move away from the corner.

Rebecca’s hand fell to the rope.

The crowd noise changed. A moment before, the cheers had sounded bright and even. Now they rolled from one side of the arena to the other as the Bloodline took control. The new wrestler guided the king toward the middle, while the other member returned to the corner.

Rebecca gripped the top rope. Their teamwork had brought them close, but the Bloodline had stolen the opening.

“Stay with me!” the king called.

“I am with you!” Rebecca answered.

She watched his feet. She watched the wrestler’s shoulders. She watched the official. Most of all, she watched the green ribbon at her wrist.

The Bloodline moved the king toward their corner with careful steps. They did not break the rules. They simply kept changing places, making the ring feel wider and their corner feel farther away.

Rebecca breathed in the warm arena air. She could smell the canvas and hear the king’s boots sliding across it.

The first title shot was no longer a dream from a poster or a belt shining above the ring. It was right there in every step, every tag, and every missed chance.

Rebecca had entered the Thunder Dome feeling ready to win. Now she knew the match would ask for more than courage. It would ask her to keep chasing the opening, even when the Bloodline tried to hide it.

The king reached toward their corner once more.

Rebecca raised the green ribbon.

The Bloodline closed the space between them.

Rebecca stayed ready, her hand open, her eyes fixed on the king. Their momentum had slowed, but their trust had not disappeared. Together, they had gained ground. Now they had to find their way back to it.

End of chapter one. 4 more chapters in the full book.