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Cheers and shouts enveloped the arena... It was more exciting than sad with the defeat of Calvin Dean as almost seventy percent of the fans supported Max Fury...

It was his hometown, indeed... So what do you expect?

Fifty percent of the fans here were undoubtedly from San Diego or generally California, and it was certain that other foreign wrestling fans loved Max Fury. Unfortunately, even though Calvin Dean had some fans, the cheers and applause of support were just too overwhelming.

Max Fury ended up defeating the strong unforgiving man that pledged to be beaten by a rat, referring to Max Fury...

So who was the rat now?

Max Fury stood victoriously as he got his hands raised to display his victory. The cheers only increased at that time as it was one of the iconic moments that the Slamdown universe would ever see.

After the drama of raising his hand to victory, Max Fury walked over to the top of the turnbuckle to the ring corner close to the announce table and showcased the great display of triumph. Raising both hands, he made his Fury Symbol, which was placing the tip of his first and last finger of both hands on his neck, folding the others.

Fortunately, the fans loved his display, and they continued to acknowledge him, praising his great yet unbelievable performance that night.

...

After the display, Arnold walked out of the arena and headed back to his room. There were quite a lot of superstars in the arena, as it was clear that Slamdown had up to a hundred stars in their rosters.

As he walked, most of these wrestlers, seemingly the low-level buddies of this show, began to jam their palms as they praised Arnold for his great performance... It sure wasn\'t easy for one to defeat one of the best men in the Intercontinental division as everyone knew how strong Calvin Dean was...

Indeed, he deserved the praise...

Although not all of the Intercontinental division men clapped for Arnold as some threw cold and distasteful gazes at him, the rate of those who clapped was a little bit higher, which melted Arnold\'s heart.

Smiling and forcing himself to wave for a second, Arnold continued walking to his room and walked in.

"Argh..."

Yes, his chest hurt, and so was his belly. The pain that came with the Splash was so intense that Arnold almost threw up at that moment, but he was strong enough to hold it, not after the system had helped out.

Arnold walked over to the bed and lay on it with a very faint force, rolling his eyes...

He just refused to be interviewed by the post-match interviewer on his way back to the room due to his exhaustion... He was tired, pained, and really needed to rest his head... Continue reading on m_v--NovelBin.net

The professional battle between Calvin and Dean was not something to say nothing about; it was indeed a physical war!

While he got totally relieved from the pain I\'m his chest, Arnold decided to just sleep...

Yes, he slept off...!

He didn\'t even remember to freshen up or even have dinner... That wasn\'t his problem right now.

Arnold had little to no urge to get anything into his stomach at that moment; his head just needed rest as his limbs were just turning to be so heavy for him.

He had won the match after all, and there was actually nothing to worry about at the moment.

Another match?

Well, that would be next week or the next after...

Just in a few minutes, a loud snore could be heard in his room.

*****

"He won again, boss... A debut win in Slamdown."

The voice of a young man sounded in a wide room that had several pillars and strange signs on the walls. He had short green-tinted hair and dark eyes that would move anyone who looked through it. With the cigarette pressed between his fingers, he stood close to his boss as he dropped that notification

"Well, good to hear... He should be proud of himself right name," the boss, a young man with pale skin and jet-black hair that was divided into skinny and full parts, said with a fake smile. And the next moment, it was a frown that appeared on his face...

An intense one.

Before the green-tinted-haired man could know it, a huge punch landed on his belly, causing him to fall right at that instant after staggering backward a few steps.

"You\'re telling me this to be happy, huh?!!! Does it seem so good to tell it to my face, huh??!! Tell me, motherfucker???!!! Huh? Huh???"

This man was no other than Corey Gallagher, now the leader of the XP Gang. His dark red eyes only made him look like a demon, with a fierce look on his face. His pale skin only turned whiter and whiter due to the hard drugs he took and the fiendish heart he possessed.

Hearing the news of Max Fury winning his debut match in Slamdown at San Diego only made him go crazy, as he was trying his best to make his brother fall...

Now what\'s the truth behind this...?

Actually...

Corey Gallagher didn\'t want Arnold Gallagher to be greater than him...

That was the truth.

"I\'m sorry, boss; I just wanted to let you know about the update!" The green-tinted-haired man cried.

Hearing this, Corey Gallagher was only pushed to attack the man again, one of his men...

*Bam!*

"You son of crab! Now, get the shit outta here before I get you fed to Terror!" Corey shouted.

Terror his dog...

No, it was literally a hyena!

His pet hyena had grown to become a scary beast. Corey usually used Terror to punish his men, mostly those who dared to betray him to fail an important mission.

At that moment, when the green-tinted-haired man was about to exit the room, Corey quickly called him back.

"Now get your ass up here!"

Swiftly, the green-tinted-haired man rushed back to his boss, bowing his head at that instant.

"Contact Headwolf to get us another strong wrestler to help defeat him... He must have to find an unforgiving destructor..."

He then sighed...

"We are willing to pay even a hundred thousand dollars."