Wrestling Novels & Stories

Cruz frowned, “you think he lied?” “Yes! He was on the wrestling team from grade six until grade twelve. He wrestled with the same coach and the same group for six almost seven years. He was strong, wiry and could get out of the most difficult of holds. There’s no way she pinned him to beat him. Could he have gotten the bruises wrestling? He played rugby with you in high school. Did he get them there?” “No. They were first shaped.” Cruz appeared truly flummoxed. “You’re sure she wouldn’t have hit him?”

“You what?!” Red Creeks, Romero's best friend who was laying on an hospital bed with a half eaten apple in his hands - erupted in a loud laughter, he couldn't believe what Romero had just said. “Stop laughing, it's not funny.” Romero deepans as he stared at his best friend over the video call. Both Red and Romero has been best friend since high school, the former wasn't able to attend his best friend's wedding because he was almost murdered by his opponent whome he had won against in a national wrestling game… Red Creeks is a famous wrestler.

I need to gather as much information as possible to discern what the fuck is going on here and sitting quietly won't get it solved. As the ceremony went on, with everyone immersed in the activities, hailing and cheering for their stans in the ongoing competition. All I could do was stare at Azalea. My mate. Laughing and whispering in Héctor's ear as she enjoyed the ceremony too. Right now, two men are wrestling. The first to have his back kiss the ground by his opponent gets eliminated from the game. It seems to be quite intense, seeing as everyone was deeply invested in the performance except me.

I teased and I lunged at him and pinned him to the ground. "Woohoo! Go boss, wreck him! Break his leg! Woohoo!" Josh yelled and added a whistle. Cryx and I were wrestling like children on the carpet, I didn't care if my sleeveless is becoming tighter because he kept on gripping it, I just want to make him suffer. His suffering brings me delight! But I'm not a sadist, jeez!

manner " "Are you a shrink or something?" "You never know, honestly I missed and frustrated too. Looks like you will be a good wrestling partner. The air was cold and I was following Mr Nerdy as he led us to what seemed like a private beach. " Wrestling...what?"I am harder. This guy is funny. "Are you serious, you want to do this?! " "Ready when you are" he removed his shoes and started rolling the tips of his trousers" "Mind you, ignore the fact that I am wearing a shirt that makes me look like a dork or something. I happen to be a professional quarterback and the gym happens to be a piece of cake. Do you want to do this?" I a

"The rules are simple. If you are not in cuffs, you are the Top. You have earned your place through strength. If you are in cuffs, you are the Bottom. You are the prize. You are the entertainment." My heart stopped. Bottom? I looked at the scarred guy next to me. "Bottom of what? What is he talking about?" The guy leaned in, his breath smelling like rot. "This is a fucked-up world, friend," he whispered, a twisted smirk growing on his face. "It’s a sex wrestling match. And you, pretty boy? You just became the main event. You’re getting busted tonight."

"Well, I did some wrestling in high school. Does that count?" "Sort of," she said, rolling her sleeves up to her elbows. "Big difference is, in wrestling, you never want to be on your back, right?" "Yeah." "In Jiu Jitsu, being on the bottom is fine. In fact, many prefer it. The goal is to cause pain through locks, bone breaks, or chokes." "Whoa, sounds intense." I glanced around at the other students, who were crawling and wiggling all over each other. To be honest, I was a little excited by the idea of having her body pressed against mine. "So, how do we get started?"

Cade got up as Jo grabbed a card. “Black six.” Maddox looked at me. “I want Gavin and Piercy to arm wrestle.” My eyes instantly snapped to Gavin. “Get up.” He told Brittany. “Fuck yeah!” Brett jumped up. Everyone moved back as we got into position. “Standard wrestling rules.” She glared at us. “Go!” As Gavin pulled, I pulled too. No wolves could be used. This was purely arm muscles. “Looking a little red?” I baited. Gavin’s eyes narrowed at me. “Looking a little skinny there.”

My heart feels like a barbed wire has strangled it to the point of being unable to breathe. It’s the night of the fight and it feels like it will be my last night alive. I still don’t understand who okayed this fight because it doesn’t make sense at all. I am 5'6 and weigh 145 pounds while Creed is 6’4 and 240 pounds of raw muscle. He’s a fucking heavyweight and by all counts, this fight should be illegal! I’m a pipsqueak compared to him, a featherweight for God’s sake; I am going to die at his hands!

"I've already come up with the names. Bill, Dwayne, Steven, and Andre. If we have at least one girl among the four, her name would be China." I blink once, then twice. Look at Hannah, who is enjoying her chicken sandwich. "You're serious," turning my attention to Mark. "Wrestlers?" "What? They are normal names." "Yeah, if you're building a squad of macho men and women pretending to wrestle." "Hey, WWE is a very entertaining aspect of my life. You remember I wanted to wrestle instead of snowboarding because my dad looks like one." "You were five." "Yeah, so I still love wrestling. I don't have the muscles, but I can dream." He chuckles.