The God Of Fear (chapter two)

Watching the bout was like trying to watch a hummingbird flap it's wings, the gym's entire atmosphere changed after they had seen what had happened. The once third place runner up had crumbled beneath me, he was shocked, and he wasn't the only one. Let me be elaborate on what had happened, he had tried to use his weight and height advantage to crush me, I knew what he would go for, you could see it in his eyes. I simply sidestepped as soon as I felt his foot lift off of the mat, like a fly caught in a web, I trapped him, threw underhooks on his arms, and twisted. It felt like heaven when I threw him, the smile on my face had grown from a cold stare, to a simply psychotic grin. I had crushed him, and everyone knew what had happened, they stared at me, I could feel the fear each one of them had exerted. It was hard to keep myself from laughing, and that was just my first match, oh what a day it will be.

I crushed the next three opponents before coming to the deciding match, and this was the one I was anticipating, a man named mark shields, a man ironically known for his offense, he was a back to back state champ, and was destroying competition in USA, he had my eye ever since I came here, and now that I was about to wrestle him, I couldn't help but feel the adrenaline that was rushing through my brain, "THIS IS IT!!" I think to myself. I start to think of ways to dismantle him, how to break him down, I was scouting his matches, he showed an amazing talent for offense, he pushed the tempo of the match to his taste, he was like lightning, he struck fast, leaving destruction in his wake, but even lightning has weaknesses. We get into our stances, I'm looking him dead in the eyes, I can read him like a book. The whistle blows, I rush forward, I go straight for the right leg, he starts to throw his sprawl, it's nearly too fast to catch, but I found it. Lightning's weakness