Pro Wrestling System

On arriving at San Diego, in a well-known American Football stadium, Shadska, the Slamdown superstars were welcomed and led to their various rooms.

Arnold was led by a young lady who was wearing a coat with long spacy black trousers to his room somewhere in the section for superstars without a title. In fact, this part was literally the Rampage Intercontinental Championship division section, as he was still new had hadn't made any impact here.

Although there were surely going to be chances to the top, that's if he would be able to get himself those opportunities as he had done in Grindhouse Wrestling.

"Welcome, Max Fury... Place your thumb in the sensor," the lady smiled and said as they approached the door. Without hesitation, Arnold obeyed and placed his thumb on the sensor, then a scan began...

The scan lasted for three seconds before a green light appeared from a tiny glass-like surface at the top, then the young lady informed.

"The door will open only to your handprint throughout your stay here. Welcome once again."

Arnold nodded in response to her information, and then he turned and entered the room. The room was pretty similar to other rooms for professional wrestling superstars in other shows, so Arnold wouldn't have to wander around observing what he had to do.

Dropping his bag, he sat on the bed and rested for a while. The journey only lasted a few hours, but Arnold knew exactly why he needed that rest.

He had been training all night the previous day, trying to practice and practice until he got several common moves perfect. Mostly, he had loved to get one move to the peak of destruction...

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And that was the 619!

Sure, only wrestlers who loved skillful combats and had lesser strength delivered 619s, but that doesn't matter to Arnold.

He knew that he had great Strength, great Skills, great Stamina, and all that he needed to soar... Although they might not have maxed out to make him that omni-dominant force that he wanted to be, he trusted the process.

With many common moves that he had gained and practiced, he was ready to take on Calvin Dean.

Of course, after watching several videos of this man fighting, Arnold had felt a chill...

Yes, Calvin Dean was more fierce than Arnold had suspected, which made him stunned. The way he fought, moved, and even reacted to attacks made Arnold give almost the same rate as Andrew Jack.

It was certain that Andrew Jack was one of the strongest in the entire roster, and Arnold had just found someone so close to his match.

Calvin Dean is a threat...

Now he knows.

After taking a long nap, waking up almost at nighttime, Arnold matched forward to the gym in the stadium about a few meters away from the lounge.

That evening, the shimmers of flashy lights illuminated every tip of darkness, giving the arena an admirable beauty.

Although it was getting dark, the lights around made it feel like it was still dawn. Arnold spotted several wrestlers who were either coming from the gym, a bar, or from where he didn't know.

He could spot several staffs of the Shadska Management wandering around from different corners, the sounds of hitting music, and the echo of distant chattering.

Ignoring the whole scene, he continued walking, approaching the gym while only sparing glances at directions temporarily.

When he got to the gym, he walked in and decided to begin training. The gym appeared to be more classic and well-furnished than Grindhouse Wrestling's. Although it wasn't as if Grindhouse Wrestling had poor gym facilities, that of this stadium was more advanced... At least a little quiet.

With a grimace, he began with the treadmill at the side and ran at different speed rates. Running on different speed rates surely would help to boost his reaction speed to certain attacks, and he had known that for quite a while.

While he ran, the system gave him an analysis of his aimed goal, which only added to his effort. He tried as much as he could to beat the exact aim, and it was pretty fortunate that he made it after a while like he always did.

And at the end...

[You have gained 4 points to your Agility.]

[Agility: 63.]

[You have two points to your Endurance.]

[Endurance: 62.]

These days, Arnold had gained a few points to his Attributes after those long training and practicing, and each Attribute already surpassed 50, now even exceeding 60.

At the moment, his overall attribute points had surpassed 200, which already earned him the Tombstone Piledriver Skill. Now, he only wanted to make 500 overall attribute points so he could gain a Skill and 50 points to his Intelligence at that same instant.

Sure, it wasn't easy, but he believed he could make it... After all, he started with just a few attribute points that didn't make a double, and now he had made over two hundred of them, enhancing his attributes and physical fitness... Why wouldn't he make it to 500 overall attribute points???

It was undoubtedly possible, and that was just a side of his possible ambition. Now, he had to get himself prepared for Calvin Dean...

Arnold moved over to the weight to lift one only to hear his ring name from behind...

"Max Fury??? So it's true..."

Arnold furrowed his brows and turned in an instant.

"So it's true that you train like a crazy man and surely won?" The man, hairless and grabby, said.

That time, Arnold's face already turned dark since he had noticed this person.

Yes, it was his next opponent...

It was Calvin Dean.

A glare suddenly appeared on his face, wondering why Calvin decided to approach him, but he was rather calmer than his flesh wanted.

"Well, just wanna say hi to the rookie I'm the house... Just can't wait to kick your ass, that's all," Calvin smiled and almost attempted to walk away but halted...

"Yes! I can't believe this escaped my mind..."

Calvin decided to walk closer to Arnold... Then with an intimidating smile, he muttered slowly but loudly in Max Fury's right ear...

"So Max Fury, how about we make this a Falls Count Anywhere match?"