Later that evening, after an early supper, Wilson decided to check out the underground wrestling platform at Barnes and Horr street. He was led by Vox into the huge parking lot that bordered both Barnes Bar and Horr's Hotel. They silently walked to the underground level, Vox and Jim walked in front and Wilson followed behind, thinking deeply about the fight he had with Colt.Upon getting there, they walked in a straight line between cars until they got to a wall. Vox walked forward with a solemn look and tapped at the wall randomly as if pushing invisible buttons. He then took a step back and five seconds later, a whooshing sound was heard before the wall turned into pixels and disappeared, leaving a staircase that sloped downwards for all to see."Stay close. Make sure there is no lesser than a two step difference between you and the person before you!" Vox ordered, his face still solemn, as he led the way down the staircase. Jim followed two steps behind and Wilson hesitated a littl
Horr smiled as he looked at a shirtless Wilson who was silently sitting at a table in the corner, awaiting his turn while intensely looking at his gloves."Who would have thought that behind all that clothing, there was such a sculpt. Even I am jealous." He marveled."Yeah. The kid is ripped alright." Bar chipped in."There will definitely be ladies flocking about him if he wins tonight." Vox said with a bothered look."He might lose...." Jim whispered but Horr heard him loud and clear."Oh? What did I just hear? Is that the sound of a jealous 'unripped' man?" Horr spoke out loud in mockery of Jim.Jim was usually not one to keep quiet and be on the receiving end of any form of mockery. He always had something to say; A word or two to defend himself but he did not even bother this time."Nope! I am just worried that he will not be able to fight well due to his internal injuries." Jim explained with a sigh."Internal injuries?" Bar queried. "And he is moving around already?""If he was
Wilson had daydreamed of the day he would be celebrated onto a wrestling platform by hundreds of people. There were barely over fifty people in the crowd but he knew there were lots of eyes viewing him at home.He could sense the eyes looking intently at him. Majorly due to his lean, muscular physique coupled with his handsome face and long hair that he had tied to a ponytail to avoid it getting into his eyes.With his scars gone, he looked less badass and more like a pretty face but he did not think himself that way."And his opponent..." Horr said excitedly, his voice echoing slightly.The wheel spun for approximately thirty seconds. It slowed to a stop."...Big Harry!" He yelled excitedly.On the wheel was a face and a little profile on Wilson's opponent.††††[Name: Big "Stone hands" Harry.Age: 33 yearsHeight: 7 feet tall.Ability: Earth Reinforcement.]††††Big Harry was a huge guy; one of the muscleheads, that had won the p
Wilson, while thinking and wracking his brain about how he got to the point where his hands had gotten broken and his opponent was already sitting on him, walked out of the underground wrestling platform and straight back to the hospital with Jim and Vox trailing behind him, barely holding in their laughter.Big Harry wailed in pain as the medics carried him out and tried to soothe him. He spat out curses in-between his loud expression of pain and despair, not knowing that his heavy punch to Wilson's head was what had successfully woken him up from his conscious-unconscious state.Later on, when Dr Hippo discovered that one could get rid of his ability's side effect that way, he began carrying earth-reinforced bats around in his storage bracelet and would frequently give instructions like:"Okay, I'm done! When he wakes up, just whack his head with this bat at the first sign of his eyes losing focus. That will do the trick!"Most people did not understand why but they, out of respect
The next Sunday, Wilson was already at the underground platform; in a special isolated room, getting ready to kickstart the official matches by fighting the first one. Horr had chosen to give him preferential treatment because he saw great potential in Wilson. At least that was what he told the innocent boy, but really, it was because of the ratings Wilson alone had gotten for Horr's wrestling ring. High ratings meant more avenues to make revenues and so the owner and host of the underground wrestling platform was more than willing to treat him differently.This earned much ire from the others fighting for a spot in the rankings. Their thoughts were:"Why was he given a private room to prepare while we have to wait with the crowd, risking the chances of being sabotaged before the matches?""Yeah! We had to fight to earn our spot while he did nothing and now he even has a space to himself when he isn't even a ranker yet."""Bias. I tell you, Horr is being biased.""And I thought he wa
Dash literally dashed at Wilson, his right hand gripping his matte black dagger tightly. Wilson merely saw a blur and instinctively raised his hands to block his face and neck. He made the right call.*clang* *clang* *clang* *clang* *clang*Five consecutive clangs resounded in less than two seconds, causing a droning ring in everyone's ears. Wilson felt a strong impact against his arms. 'Strong!' He thought.He did not give himself much time to think. After all Wilson's moves were usually by instinct. Whenever he was on the offensive, his body would usually have already begun moving before his thoughts could catch up. Only when he was defending would he give himself time to think.He swung a right hook. Dash did not even have to dodge. Dash, being a speedster, was already behind Wilson before the hand could reach the point of impact. To him, Wilson's hook was moving too slowly.Dash swung his dagger again and carelessly slashed and cut Wilson's back, making him bleed. Wilson, after f
Horr was excited. The medical personnel rushed to the wrestlers' aid, hoping to save at least one life. That was what they were paid to do anyway while Horr announced the winner."Ladies and Gentlemen! The first match of tonight has been concluded." He raised his voice a pitch. "And your winner, by a surprising deathly knockout, the crazed underdog, the ball crushing demon..."Vox shook his head as Horr eulogized Wilson. This overly enthusiastic host was going to ruin Wilson's reputation beyond salvaging."... WILSON!" Horr shouted.The crowd raised their voices and yelled excitedly. Some cursed. They were the ones who had placed their bet on Dash and lost some money.Jim's and Vox's phones dinged. Jim quickly grabbed both and looked at them simultaneously and then, he beamed widely. He had used all his money to bet on Wilson as a gambling risk and used all of Vox's for sentimental reasons. Luckily for him, Wilson had won. If not, only God knew what Vox would hav
It was early morning, about three hours before dawn. Jim and Vox stood outside the door and looked at Wilson who was holding a space backpack filled with his clothes and shoes. Jim sighed and said sadly, a little disappointed in himself."I'm truly very sorry, Wilson." He apologized for the umpteenth time. He kept feeling like it was somewhat his fault. "I wish I could help you but I can't. Helping you will only bring trouble to everyone else. I hope you survive and find your own place where you truly belong."Vox looked around and glanced back at his phone. On it was written a single message from Bar: 'Good to go! Make it quick!' He looked at Wilson whose face was solemn; seemingly lost in thought."You have to go now! Your best choice would have been the military but we can't be sure they won't have someone in there to execute you 'accidentally'. So, if you want to survive, your best chance would be to go to the southern part of the city."The southern part of Tiger city was general