BXBX NOVEL Chapter 38: Crowned
Seeing Jerry Blaze lying unconsciously on the mat, was another proof that he was in total reality.
The referee approached him with the white and gold title and handed it over. Arnold's hands jerked repeatedly seeing the title right on his hands, his eyes still broadened in disbelief.
While he stood motionless, the referee grabbed his hands and raised them, symbolizing his incredible victory.
It was now that this no longer appeared like a dream...
It was so real.
The touch on the title.
The shouts.
The feeling.
Overjoyed, Arnold raised the title above his head and showed it to the congregation...
"YEAH!!!"
"Oh Yeah! He did it. He earned himself the opportunity to take on the champion, and he conquered!" A commentator praised.
"What a match! What a performance. Max Fury is truly who he says he is!!!"
At this moment, Arnold became more joyed than shocked. With the Grindhouse Omega Championship Title on his arms, he couldn't help but shed a tear down his eyes.
Tears of joy...
After the waves of uncertainty.
The losses in the university.
The loss of hope.
Yet with the Pro Wrestling System, he found hope again, and his courage was restored.
Here he is...
From a triple threat match that earned him a number one contender fatal five-way elimination match opportunity, to becoming the Grindhouse Omega champion after defeating Jerry Blaze.
It was all like an encounter in hell.
Yet he still prevailed, coming out victorious in all.
Despite the obstacles and attacks, he had been crowned champion.
The king of the Grindhouse low-level roster.
In just five f**king weeks, do you think there was anyone who could achieve that?
******
"Congratulations on your championship victory, Max Fury. How do you feel after your unbelievable triumph tonight?" The after-match interviewer asked after approaching Arnold in the alleyway.
"I feel good! Trust me, I feel so good. Although they attacked me from behind just to make me lose, I still came out victorious. And that's because I never give up," Arnold said with a smile, gasping.
"Wonderful, Max Fury! What do you have to say about the dethroned champion?"
Arnold hesitated a bit.
"To be honest, Jerry Blaze is the toughest opponent I have ever faced in my career. I do respect him for that. However, it's just that he couldn't defeat me, hehe," Arnold chuckled.
"Congratulations once again, Max Fury."
Arnold finished the conversation and went back to his locker room. His thinking was entirely far from the attack before the match at this moment, getting replaced by utter joy and excitement.
"Huhu! I'm champion!!!"
[Yes, you are, Max Fury.]
[I never thought you would take such a risk at the end.]
Arnold shrugged upon hearing the system's second statement.
"What risk?"
[The Sorrowful Kiss from the top turnbuckle.]
"Ohh..." Arnold smiled slightly.
"I just did it... I never planned to in the first place."
[It was incredible, host. I must say, you have proven to be an excellent figure. Good job.]
Arnold nodded.
"Good job too, Advocate..."
"... And thank you," Arnold muttered.
[It's never a favor. It's my duty to assist you. This is just the beginning, host.]
"I know," Arnold grinned widely. "I have got to enter the top shows, gain fame, and become the greatest, right?"
[There are other aims than that, host.]
Arnold couldn't help but flinch to that statement. Of course, what could a wrestler aim to achieve apart from winning titles and awards, earning money and fame, and also getting regarded as one of the greatest?
Was there any more achievement one could aim for?
"And what are they?" Arnold asked coldly.
[You will know.]
[Right now, just celebrate your victory and get the root of the attack before the match. The management would only settle the issue with a match if you report the case as far as you aren't killed.]
[Therefore, you must avenge them on your own, with what you have got.]
Understanding the system's advice, Arnold decided to handle the attack case gently and wait for the right time for revenge.
"If I finally get my hands on them, I won't spare a limb!" Arnold pledged.
******
With the pay-per-view show completed, the superstars were taken back to Capside Centre in Chicago.
Social media buzzed madly all through the night after the event, the Grindhouse Omega Championship Title Match seemed to have taken the headlines.
"Now everyone believes that no one can defeat Max Fury in the Grindhouse low-level roster, huh?"
"Max Fury's never let his guard down. He is not just a youngster, he is a young monster!"
"What a wonderful performance. He truly deserves the title."
"Woohoo, Jerry Blaze's championship reign has finally ended. The Max Fury era has begun!"
Arnold smiled at posts and comments, his heart melted to pure liquid.
His phone was bombarded with countless congratulatory messages and invites from different boards, however, he did himself a favor by ignoring them and just rest, celebrating.
The match between Max Fury and Jerry Blaze suddenly became the most talked about game in the pay-per-view, stunning the management.
In fact, it was more shocking that this was the main source of the overcrowded population.
Indeed, everyone wanted to see the young wonder fighter perform.
Everyone wanted to see Max Fury fight!
Lila and Mark were already waiting right at the boarding area when Arnold arrived.
Looking at their faces, all he could see was...
Respect...
Shock...
Disbelief...
It wasn't as if they didn't believe in him.
But to think that he could win such a tough match after getting brutally attacked from behind by two cruel men was actually insane!
Yet, actually, it happened!
He could be seen standing tall with a victorious smile on his face...
Crowned champion...
"You did it," Lila only said with a smile.
"Of course, I said I would," Arnold boasted.
It wasn't as if he was one who would brag and still fail... He was Max Fury!
The host of the Pro Wrestling System.
With a combined effort with him and the mysterious assisting system...
He would conquer!