Wrestling Novels & Stories

She must win. He was obviously surprised with her action for he stood motionless for a second. But he was quick enough to recover. With a groan, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. They battled for dominance- their teeth, mouths and tongues fighting for superiority. No one to seemed to back down. But Chase's experience gave him the edge of the battle.

along with horse riding. As today was a Saturday, school was not taking place, hence I’d bounded down the rocky path that led to the Training ranges in the Crescent Moon pack and entered the wrestling arena. I have to say I wasn't much of a fan of wrestling, which is why I’ve been lacking in it. I’d rather prefer non-contact fighting methods such as archery. I was caught slacking by Maeve who’d decreed that if I wouldn’t attend at least three sessions with her on Saturday, she would tell on me.

I follow the coach's explanation, trying to absorb as much of the content as possible. "As for freestyle wrestling, it has been official contested since 1904. Unlike Greco-Roman wrestling. Which was the first to be part of the Olympic program, fighters can also use their legs and hold opponents above or below the waist. Basical, these are the differences between the two types of wrestling: The mat has a width of 12 by 12 feet. But the fight takes place in an area of 7 meters by 7 meters. Points are earned according to each blow delivered to the opponent. 'Low blows,' stepping on the foot, holding

Hello again, guys! Like I said in my author's note, this book is a prequel to Wrenched. Underneath this note, I'll attach a little synopsis to it, so we could have an idea of what the book would be about. I would appreciate your reviews and comments like you always do. Please enjoy! WRENCHED: THE OUTSET OF THE STORY. SYNOPSIS Two friends walk the spheres of life together and are bound by common interests and ambition to be successful at a young age. They are like brothers and would do anything for one another.

I do not even know what's gonna happen but I bet that I will cause a commotion. "The competition will be following wrestling rules. Better know how to put your enemy down. LET US START THE GAME!" He sat down and a loud cheering alongside claps thundered around the arena. "Lets see." Kyro and Uno were placed inside the ring. This is a common looking boxing ring, the only difference is the size- this one's too big for a regular one. Kyro attacked first in his human form but was not able to touch Uno because he dodged before Kyro can reach him.

The tension was thick—the kind that sent a thrill down anyone’s spine. Inside the ring, two muscular men threw fists at each other, each brutal hit landing with deadly impact against bare skin. Every strike electrified the audience. Ethan sat with his mouth slightly parted in shock. Aren’t they being too brutal at this point? His father had always told him wrestling was staged, but this? This was too real. Wrestling isn’t supposed to have blood. Not a drop. But this— The ring was already bathed in it. No wonder the bouncer at the entrance had asked him so many weird questions, despite Eric handling everything.

Leon grabbed Zero and tried to keep Zero pinned to the ground until Emma finished counting, but Zero held Leon's hand and did what Leon did to him. But before Zero can pin him to the ground, Leon gets up and starts punching him, and Zero keeps dodging his attack. Zero tried to kick him, but Leon grabbed his leg and flipped him on his back. Leon grabs both of Zero's hands and pins them to the ground with one hand and pins his legs with another hand. Emma counted to 3, and when Zero couldn't fight back, she declared Leon, the winner. The wrestling competition continued until lunchtime came, and everyone left for lunch. After one and a half hours, everyone comes

Chapter 30 The Wrestle Iris watched the crowded place in awe. This wrestle although was a little different. There were crazy people around. Most of them had tattoos on them. They were shrieking and yelling and cheering their favorites. Since it was an adult's only boxing club all the people were aged 18 to around 40's. Few of them looked a little older but each of them was excited. Two guys were hovering around the strands murmuring something and also taking money from the people there.

I roll my eyes, “You on crack? Clay hasn’t won a fight against Wolfe since, fucking never. Easy money.” I pull my wallet out of my tactical pants and pony up sixty bucks to add to the pile on the hood. The scene before us plays out much in the way I guessed. When Clay makes Wolfe drop the soda and it splatters on the pavement at his booted feet, it’s game on. My burly cousin drops the rest of his stash on the ground to free up his arms and charges at Clay. Clay laughs like a maniac during their deranged version of London Bridge Is Falling Down as they wrestle one another. A few bystanders have stopped to watch the wrestling match. I hope they don’t do anything

I brace my palms on the spotless white walls as water rains down on me from the waterfall shower, washing away every single trace of blood and sweat. I watch as the eerie line of crimson disappears down the drain, my muscles twitching as I remember the exhilarating feeling that racked my body when I beat Bobby to a bloody pulp. Wrestling isn’t all about size. It’s about strength and stamina, a lesson I learnt the hard way six years ago. “Yo, Mason. You decent?” Damon’s voice comes from outside the shower stall. I shake my head in despair. He’s probably here to try and talk me out of my “caveman tendencies.”