The God Of Fear (chapter six)

Wrestling is one of the most brutal combat sports, yet it is one of the least seen sports in the world, due to the fake wrestling scene growing in popularity.

I see the looks of fear and the looks of admiration from my fellow teammates, the gymnasium is filled with yells of excitement and gasps at what had just unfolded, my vicious smile lingers as my heart starts to pump, the atmosphere, the noise from the crowd, everything is just how I remembered it!

The day is filled with match's, and as the tournament starts to advance, more and more people are heart broken by lose in each weight class, but at the end only two can stand at the top of each class.

Dillishaw tears his way through every man in front of him with ruthless tenacity and aggression, the best description for Tom dillashaw, would be that he moves like an uncaged beast, full of raw primal aggression and intensity.

"This should be fun Tom, making you my bitch is gonna increase my rank" I saw as i stare him down before we step onto the mat.

He takes his position, I take mine, you could feel the intensity between the two of us as a silence falls over the crowd. I can see the raw primal aggression in his eyes, in his face, in his heart.

The whistle rings out through the crowd, echoing through the silence before an impact rumbles through the previous silence.

Dillishaw came in quicker than I had thought, hitting me with a force similar to that of a truck, luckily I'm able to slip out of his grasp before he could lock me in his signature cradle.

(The cradle)

(The cradle is a pin in which a wrestler wraps one arm around the neck of his opponent while simultaneously wrapping his other arm around his opponents leg, folding them and locking his hands, finally the wrestler rolls his opponent to their back, pinning them)

I stand and keep my eyes on dillashaw, he rushes again, but this time I timed it, shooting for his legs and wrapping him up, the only problem is Tom dillashaw has materials at his disposal, the funding of Stockton is enough to have a full weight room full of equipment. His tree trunk legs separate and sprawl directly on top of my neck, he quickly moves to the back and scored his two points before standing back up.

This technique Tom dillashaw uses is one of increasing intensity and a showcase of his power.

Through scoring on his opponent and then standing back up, it's a power move that only intimidating figures like Tom can pull off, I stand back up and get into my stance.

"This is the most fun I've had in years, it would be a shame for it to end so quickly" I say with a devilish grin before I'm interrupted by a whistle.