Pro Wrestling System

Chapter 7: Neckbuster

[Skill: Neckbuster.]

[Skill Description: Locking an opponent's head under your armpit and lifting them as if trying to perform a vertical suplex, however, you perform a DDT-styled move with the opponent's neck hitting the mat.]

"Can you just guide me on how to do with a forged structure?" Arnold asked. He found this a little bit confusing and wanted to practice it a little bit. If he fails to do so, he might end up not performing a vital finisher to his opponent, which might have a bad effect. It could even cost him the match.

Forged structures are mostly humanoid structures made from thick materials that has a almost similar hardness like tofu. Students used them to practice different moves and finishers to make them perfect, however, it could be used in Attack Power improvement.

Not only the gym was built in this vast edifice. There were stores, training rings, and hardcore stamina improvement rooms in different sections. Arnold was pretty familiar with the whole place since he was already a final-year student and had come here to practice several times, so he knew just where the training ring was.

Entering the dimly lit training ring room where three rings were set, Arnold spotted some forged humanoid structures on various turnbuckles in the rings.

Without wasting a second, he rushed over to the ring and grabbed one.

This forged humanoid structure looked exactly like a human, the only difference was its unrelatable thickness and some body parts unavailability which was pretty useless for ring training.

"One wouldn't need a d**k to perform a move, right?"

"If I wanna burst an opponent's sa*k, I shouldn't need guidance for that," Arnold said with a silly smirk.

He took the forged structure to the middle of the ring and sighed. "Okay. Can I have some guidance now?"

[Sure, host. Let's begin.]

[Step 1: Kick the opponent on its belly and pull it towards your armpit to perform a tight lock on its neck.]

Arnold nodded and quickly kicked the forged humanoid structure, pulled it towards him, and locked its neck in his right armpit just as the system had guided.

[Step 2: Lift both the legs and waist of the opponent as if trying to perform a vertical suplex, holding to one of its thighs.]

Hastily, Arnold did as he had been ordered. He lifted the forged humanoid structure as if trying to perform a vertical suplex, however, vertical suplexes only cause slight weakening harm to an opponent. There was no way one could win a match with it unless it was done from the top of the turnbuckle against the mat.

Well, not all opponents wouldn't kick out to this.

[Step 3: Land backward as if delivering a DDT, but it should be the opponent's neck hitting the mat.]

Arnold made a few steps forward and landed backward with the forged humanoid structure's neck hitting the mat.

[Nice one host! The damage caused could be rated 9.5.]

The system notified, making Arnold blush with a smile.

After repeating the finisher on the forged humanoid structure several times, Arnold decided to rest.

"It's 9 pm already, I have to go back to my dorm room."

It was late yet again, but Arnold was pleased with his progress today. No one would ever believe that someone's attribute could skyrocket so quickly in two days. Even Arnold was finding it hard to believe, but he knew that this was through the help of the system.

Now, he was confident that no one in the entire Rising Impact University could defeat him. If he kept improving his attributes and kept gaining more Skills, he knew he would reach great heights in the world of professional wrestling.

He only needed hard work, determination, and trust in the system... Well, that trust would become massive if he managed to enter the list of those who would be signed by the Grindhouse Wrestling Management.

Arnold got to the male dormitory and entered his dorm room after having dinner in the cafeteria. The cafeteria was a 24-hour service meal-house, so students wouldn't have to worry about starving. However, people like Arnold who would barely have money to maintain three square meals would rather take breakfast, skip lunch, and then quench their overwhelming hunger by having dinner later on.

"I have only five dollars left, I guess I would have to pick and sell some dumped metals tomorrow," Arnold guessed as he walked into his dorm room.

Ben and Karl were fast asleep as usual, but the door was still open. This time, Arnold forced himself to have some sleep. After a very stressful day in the gym, he needed enough rest to prevent him from getting sick.

Just as his muscles were blooming in power, he was still feeling pains in his joints and muscles, which was a warning for him to take some painkillers. But, Arnold knew that if he spent his last card on drugs, he would go broke and wouldn't even have breakfast tomorrow.

With the help of his improved Endurance, well, let's just say he could hold on to the pain until it reduces.

******

Arnold was out of the university premises the next morning. Without informing Ben and Karl, he went out to pick up dumped metals on Cababi Road, a usually busy roadway that had certain places where metals are dumped.

This road wasn't quite far from Rising Impact University, it should be about 15 kilometers away. Although it may seem far having to walk down to Cababi Road, Arnold was already used to it.

This became his job since the very day he discovered that his mother couldn't carry the family responsibilities on her own.

"Hey! Isn't that Max?"

Arnold heard a familiar voice from behind as he was busy using a magnet on some garbage by the roadside to collect metals.

His eyes widened. "How come that guy noticed me? My face is well masked up," Arnold's heart was beating fast.

He had kept his metal-picking job a secret and didn't want anyone to notice it. He knew he would be mocked if his mates discovered that he was a mere metal picker on the outskirts of Arizona.

Soon, Arnold heard approaching footsteps from behind. It seems like this guy was coming to confirm his discovery.

"Shit shit shit! What do I do now?" Arnold muttered nervously, hopeless in this damned situation.

"Hey, Max Fury?" The guy called from behind. He seemed to have stopped approaching, but he was close now.

"Hey! Are you Max Fury?" The guy asked again.

However, Arnold was quiet, clueless about what to do.

"Hey, man! I'm talking to you!

Suddenly, he grabbed Arnold's hood cap and attempted to pull him close to see his face, but what the guy got for such a troublesome act almost made him vomit blood.

*Bang*

"Stay away!" Arnold suddenly punched the guy and ran out of the spot, carrying a half-filled bag of metals.

"Arghh..." The guy fell on the stinking ground and screamed in pain, holding his belly with both hands. "I know who you are, you are Max Fury! I'll make sure I tell everyone on campus. Argh Gosh! That hurts so badly!"

Arnold ignored the young man's statement and continued walking away at a fast pace.

"Screw you, Murphy."

It was after turning to punch the guy that he knew who he was. It was Murphy, one of the guys who had been having a bad time in his final-year exam matches just like Arnold.

But... At least, it wasn't as if he was as miserable as Max Fury.