The God Of Fear (chapter seven)

We both go back into our corners of the matt. My coach is yelling some form of advice in my ear, but all I hear is silence, sweet silence.

All I do is stare in the direction of my opponent, my heart feels like it's going to explode from the excitement.

Dillashaw wins the coin toss, leading to him picking between starting the second round with top position, bottoms position, or neutral.

(Top position has the wrestler stationed just behind the bottom wrestler who is sitting on his feet, while neutral is standing up)

Dillasahw chooses top, he's strong, I can see that.

We get into position and the whistle blows, I slid my legs out and wrap my hands around his arm, dragging him down.

I reach in and wrap my arms around both of his legs before lifting.

The silence of the gym was suddenly broken by a blood curdling yell, and finally a slam. Tom dillashaw let's out a cry of pain before wrapping his arm around my neck and his legs around mine. Shit!

I quickly pull my head out and try to wrap him in a half Nelson before it is once again interrupted by a whistle. My breath is heavy, my heart is racing, give me more, give me more!!!

I wait for the third round to begin in which I choose neutral. I stand up straight as to invite him to come at me. His face turns from stone cold killer to a rageful look full of violence and strength.

"Come on Tom!" I yelled as he charged me....you fell for it you dog.

I instantly charge toward dillashaw, wrapping my leg around his and planting it into the ground, grabbing his arm with both of my hands, I sling him into the ground head first over my shoulder before taking back mount.

I lock him in a chokehold before wrapping my legs around his stomach and falling back, squeezing his stomach and choking him at the same time.

This maneuver is painful when done right, thus distracting your opponent from knowing their backs on the Matt.

A loud whistle is heard once again before a loud bang on the Mat

I've won.