Rekty Savage wasn’t born into this business.
He broke into it. Through a side door. A bingo hall in Pensacola. Borrowed a pair of boots. They didn’t fit.
No trainer. No cousin. No rich uncle runnin' a fed.
Just a duffel bag, a Dodge, and a dream so loud it rattled the rafters.
He made the towns. Every single one.
Slept in his car. Set up the ring. Swept it. Took it down too. A world of pain in between every night. Dues paid in full.
Wrestled at swap meets, county fairs, VFW halls, high school gyms, and one time -- swear to Christ -- a gosh damn bounce house.
Stiffed on pay? Sure. Stiffed in the ring? You bet.
But Rekty Savage kept showin’ up.
He’s never chased gold.
He always chases heat.
Doesn’t wanna be loved.
He wants to be remembered.
But now’s his shot. He can finally turn that too-loud dream into a reality. Make it to the grandest stage of them all.
Whether it’s deliverin' one more Rek’king Ball off the top...
Or a brutal Rektifier outta nowhere to turn the tide...
Or a Final Rek-oning through a table to score the pin...
Rekty Savage is the last outlaw in a world full of gimmicks. And he’s punchin' his ticket to MOONAMANIA.
Are you ready to get REKT?
$REKTY isn’t just a token. It’s a dream. Get outta the territories. Get that Road Warrior pop. And maybe -- just maybe -- get to main event MOONAMANIA.
It’s for you dreamers who do the grind, take your licks, and keep on swingin’.
It’s a heel coin with babyface shine.
Roadmap? We’re just tryin’ to make the next town. Hop in. We can all get there together.
You’re not early. You’re not late.
The bell just rang.
Now, throw some hands.
Rekty Savage kept it shoot. He launched $REKTY with no presale, no whitelist, no team tokens. ‘Cause he doesn’t want a kayfabe win. Hell, he’s not even sure what that stuff is.
Everyone enters the squared circle the same:
⚡️ Public listing
⚡️ No insiders
⚡️ No soft rugs or slow bleeds
The only thing that pumps $REKTY is cheap heat.
