Pro Wrestling System

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Arnold couldn't believe that Fallout was actually at the corner. In preparation, the four wrestlers who would be participating from Grindhouse Wrestling were given a lot of time to train.

In the past weeks, they had not even participated in any match. The management made sure that they were fit for the event, mostly to represent Grindhouse Wrestling in a very remarkable way.

Although Arnold was part of these four, he had failed to attend the general fitness coaching given to the participant by one of the best fitness personnel in the city.

Actually, he didn't need that.

He spent more time with Mark and Lila to train, although they had their own aspects. With time, the two had gained more improvements in their fitness, but it was clear that they really needed to learn more.

Even Arnold, who was already considered non-human by the system, still had a lot to learn...

Those days, he also decided to practice Ironskin, but there was a huge reason behind it.

Arnold gained his first Combat Energy Point!

[Combat Energy Point: 1.]

He couldn't believe it could take so much effort and time to gain just a single point to his Combat Energy. It was sure that he would have to add to his effort to get a lot of Combat Energy Points as fast as possible.

The system itself had told him this...

The frightening "Arrival" that it always mentioned seemed to make his head spin, but at times, he became calm.

Just today again, the system exposed a hint of the Arrival stuff.

[On those tough days, you would be in front of the challengers to confront these figures.]

What figures?

What days?

What challengers?

What the actual hell is this system saying?!

Although the system wouldn't say more than it wanted to. Arnold couldn't dare to force it...

How could he even force something that he couldn't touch?

Although it was gradually making him go crazy, Arnold simply tried to be a man...

After all, he had a lot in hand to do.

******

It was five days to Fallout.

This was probably the last training Arnold would be doing with his friends and in the Grindhouse Wrestling gym house until after the event.

While he was in the gym with Mark and Lila, they had a long chat as they ran on treadmills.

"What if you win, Max?" Lila asked.

Arnold smiled upon hearing her and just said casually.

"Of course, I would."

"You are not sure, bro. But I believe in you," Mark raised a brow with a smile and said.

Arnold nodded to him and turned to Lila...

"In any game I play, I always win..."

These words didn't only come vocally; there was a mix of power on it.

Even Nia could feel it. And as a reaction, what she could only say was...

'What manner of man is this... Did Grindhouse Wrestling just sign an alien?'

In her mind, there were a lot of thoughts lurking... Although it was normal to have suspicious thoughts about him, visibly, Arnold didn't look like someone who could be regarded as an alien.

He finally concluded that he was just a human who worked extremely hard for success...

Literally, he is just a blessed and talented fighter.

'Honestly, I am so proud to be called a friend of Max Fury. When I get married and have kids, I would tell them that was the best friend of the greatest wrestler of all time.'

Her thought was crazy, but she still found a lot of sense in them.

Although Arnold hadn't gone far in his career yet, isn't it clear that he would become very great in the future?

There was clearly nothing that would stop him, she believed.

"When you finally sign for Slamdown, Mark and I will be here again, alone. We are going to miss you so much, Arnold."

Arnold smiled at her, but his face changed to a surprised one in the next minute.

"I never told you guys my real name, how do you know?" Arnold laughed in shock while he asked Lila.

"I overheard her calling you that name on Christmas day. C'mon! How could you not tell us your real name?" Lila glared playfully.

"I thought Max would be cool, not gonna lie. But now you know, no problems right?" Arnold stared at Lila and asked.

"Of course, there is. A punch in your belly would do," Lila quickly punched Arnold slightly on his belly, and laughed right after.

"Oh argh! That was a bang!" Arnold acted as if it caused so much pain, but Mark and Lila knew really well that he wasn't pained by that punch.

"I bet you only felt a pinch," Lila curled her lips and fastened her run on the treadmills. When they were done, they decided to visit the training ring again.

This was normally their culture these days. It was fortunate that Mark and Lila had the passion to work as hard as Arnold wanted to. Sometimes, he would be the one to persuade them to take some time to rest.

And sometimes, they wouldn't mind but keep training until they get to their target for the day.

Setting a target as normal figures without a system, unlike Arnold, was pretty difficult to achieve. Sometimes, they ended up not being able to reach this target, but Arnold understood.

Although, this case was rare.

After they got to the training ring, they trained relentlessly, just like on other days...

Mark was training hard to become a better professional wrestler so he could gain a chance to enter the top shows.

Lila had the same ambition as well, but there were little to no differences.

For Arnold, the great Max Fury...

Well, he was only training to win the Royal Rumble Match at Fallout.

All figures...

All forces...

All fighters...

In the Royal Rumble ring, surely, will suffer the wrath of The Legacy.

Just like he always did...

Come Fallout...

It was another day to emerge victorious.

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