Pro Wrestling System

While there was an uproar in the congregation, the two men who had just fought a devastating battle lay inside the ring. One of them was awake and gasping, while the other lost deeply in an unconscious slumber.

[Congratulations, host. You won.]

The Pro Wrestling System congratulated its host with a low, praising tone, causing him a smile.

\'Yeah, I won.\'

Arnold didn\'t know whether to laugh or cry at that point, having been the first Grindhouse wrestler to become the Grindhouse Alpha and Omega champion.

"He\'s done it. Max Fury has defeated the undefeated Tristan Black!"

"Max Fury is now the Alpha and Omega. The king of Grindhouse Wrestling!"

The praises from the commentators only warmed his heart, and Arnold stood up. The referee stepped forward with two titles and handed it over.

Arnold collected his Omega Championship Title at first and then dropped a bright stare on the Alpha Championship Title.

\'Does this mean I will become a High-level Wrestler?\'

He couldn\'t help but ask.

[Certainly! You have a place on both sides. The low-level roster, and the high-level one.]

This made him smile more, meanwhile, his fans had been feeling his happiness... They were all delighted as well, seeing their idol rising to greatness.

Arnold heaved a long sigh and finally grabbed the Grindhouse Alpha Championship Title, pulling it to his chest as if he were hugging it.

It was a black belt title with golden prints at almost all sides, giving it the glory of a top title. Being the Alpha Champion was more like being the king of Grindhouse Wrestling, above all men in the entire wrestler, but Arnold just didn\'t think too far on that.

In his heart, he felt a little sad knowing that Tristan Black would be forced away from the show after failing to win the match he staked his career on.

He lost everything...

His undefeated streak...

His title...

His Ultimate Revolution Wrestling career...

His dignity.

No doubt, Tristan Black was an incredible fighter. More powerful than the Jerry Blaze he admired so much.

It was just unfortunate that he couldn\'t take down Max Fury... Or perhaps it could just be said that the Black Mask wasn\'t enough to take him out in three freaking seconds.

Raising both titles above his head in celebration, there short display of fireworks at the entrance area of the arena. Arnold couldn\'t help but smile at it... He had ordered some experts to prepare that for him...

If he won, then it would be useful...

And now it was useful... That was the reason that a smile appeared on his face.

Tristan Black had rolled out of the ring in shame, but Arnold didn\'t pay much attention. With his celebration done in the arena, he left the ring and walked away.

"You deserve it!"

"You deserve it!"

Those words of praise kept echoing until he was out of sight, and the Grindhouse Wrestling fans screamed satisfyingly at the very end of the show...

The entire Chicago city was filled with the news of Max Fury, an ordinary 23-year-old boy from the outskirts of San Diego, defeating the undefeated Tristan Black.

Not only Chicago but all parts of North-western America... Let\'s just say that every fan of Grindhouse Wrestling and the Ultimate Revolution Wrestling Promotion was shaken.

"Indeed, this guy is extraordinary," Matthew, who was watching around the VIP section muttered, amazed.

He must have been a wonderful wrestler himself, but he saw Max Fury as an inhuman figure in human form.

Everyone knew the Black Mask was a killer, but Max Fury was still strong enough to kick even after two strikes.

Truthfully, he was extraordinary!

[You have gained 30 points for your Intelligence.]

[Intelligence: 135.]

His Intelligence had increased by 30 adding to the initial 105 he had. With this progress, Arnold\'s heart was calm and soft...

He just had to celebrate this!

Mia threw herself at him for a hug just after he came back to his locker room, making a tight grip.

"You won... You really won!"

Arnold only giggled and caressed her back... It was the first time he was hugging a lady who wasn\'t his sister, but it was fine... After all, that wasn\'t what he should be thinking right now.

He should be thinking about the rise of the payment as a double champion and a High-level wrestler.

Most importantly, he should be ready for the Royal Rumble at Fallout. Tristan Black would no longer be among the four Grindhouse wrestlers to participate due to having his contract terminated and removed from the Grindhouse superstars list.

That was sad, but it actually had nothing to do with him after all.

Tristan made a foolish choice, and it had come hunting him down.

"You need to see a doctor. You must be severely hurt," Mia complained and begged him to see a doctor, but Arnold\'s answer turned out to be crazy.

"You don\'t need to worry, Mia. I am fine," he said.

"What do you mean you are fine? You just fought the strongest man in the show, there\'s no way you could be fine."

"No, he is no longer the strongest... I am. And honestly speaking, I am doing great. You just have to believe me," Arnold walked to a seat and sat down.

A cold look suddenly emerged from Mia\'s face as she was afraid of his actions. She knew that it was really fierce facing Tristan Black... Even the Black Mask alone would have shifted his jaw, but Arnold was smiling and insisting that he would stay...

It didn\'t take long before she gave up trying to persuade him after several tries... She went ahead and sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Just don\'t get sick..."

She muttered.

While they both sat together in the locker room, with Mia\'s head still on his left shoulder, two figures dashed into the room... Only to be stunned by the first picture they saw.

They were Mark and Lila.

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[Goal for the week: Reach 60 Golden Tickets and 200 Power Stones. If these are completed, there would be a three chapters mass release! Let\'s do this!]