Pro Wrestling System

Jerry Blaze was smacked miserably by the flying RKO, sending him to a realm of utter unconsciousness before a second.

The entire congregation raised a cacophony of thunderous shouts, these shouts coming with different purposes from all directions. With these screams were shock, disbelief, and confusion.

The entire arena at large was set ablaze.

"What the HECK did he just do?!!! That's an RKO!?!"

"OH MY GOD!!! Max Fury just brought back the long forgotten finisher of professional wrestling legend Brandy Orton!!!"

"If that truly is an RKO he just did, then yeah, Max Fury has done it again!"

The commentators went crazy, and so did the fans. The only professional wrestler who used this move as his finisher was Brandy Orton, one of the greatest professional wrestler that WWE ever had in their time. Everyone knew the RKO as a deadly finisher that was rather interesting to watch, and now, someone was getting to use the move after years of being forgotten?

Even most fans of those late years had died, but inciting stories about the deadly finisher had been told to the newbies by those who were still alive.

There were also old videos which were seen in the internet, so almost every professional wrestling fan at this stage knew what the RKO was...

And today, seeing it being used by the wonder fighter, Max Fury, Grindhouse Wrestling was on the verge of eruption.

Ignoring the storming shouts from the congregation, Max Fury rolled over to Jerry Blaze and quickly covered.

"One. Two..."

"Three!"

Ding. Ding. Ding.

"Here is your winner, and still, the Grindhouse Omega champion, Max Fury!!!" The announcer shouted like always, announcing the victory of the incredible champion.

Arnold was visibly half-dead when he fell on the mat and gasped for air, for the first time, letting out all the exhaustion. His title was brought to him shortly, and Max Fury couldn't help but give it a hug.

'I almost lost you..."

He clenched hard with the title on his hand, almost letting out tears of joy. Once again, Jerry Blaze had gave him another great, crazy battle.

Arnold was so curious to know how this man trained and practiced... And when. What was his time for training schedule?

Was he a strong hardcore trainer like him, or maybe, did he also possess something strange in him that was advancing his attributes?

If he truly had, then Arnold was so sorry for having a stronger force of his own.

But indeed, and undoubtedly...

Jerry Blaze is a true fighter.

Arnold left the ring before his opponent could. Jerry Blaze was still finding it hard to believe his lost after such attack launched against Max. Literally, it was super unbelievable for such case to occur.

While Jerry was strong and incredible, Max was a monster!

It was certain, as even Jerry himself had no doubt.

With surging pain penetrating all over his neck and face, Jerry Blaze preferred to remain in the ring and think of his misery.

After all, they were the main event competitors.

******

"Great. Great. Great. Congratulations, Max Fury!" Tristan Black dashed out from nowhere, somewhere in the alleyway. There was a hint of fright on Arnold's face at that instant, but he only had to calm down after noticing that there wasn't an attack intention.

"Thank you..."

Arnold gave a honest reply... It wasn't like everyone could have such respect for a fighter who would be challenging him for his title... But here he was, deciding to act rather differently.

"Now, you should be prepared for ours, right?" Tristan said, but Arnold only nodded and looked away.

"Well, good luck on your preparations... That's only what I can say," Tristan smiled at the Grindhouse Omega champion with a complicated manner and walked away.

Immediately without sparing a stare, Arnold continued walking through the pathway, until he was finally at the boarding area. At this point, he was feeling a lot of pain in his neck and back as well, but his endurance never allowed him fall inferior.

The hospital wasn't his thing after all, it would only take a few moments to regains his physical feeling, so he would be visiting the hospital like always.

Arnold entered his room and bounced on the bed.

"Woo Hoo! I won hahaha!"

Nothing couldn't express the joy in his heart at that moment, but it was clear that he was far from excited... His first title defense came successful, what is it not to celebrate for?

Indeed, it was worth celebrating!

The internet at the other hand was also abuzz. After Arnold's delivered flying RKO to Jerry Blaze, the show completely went crazy. The video had also went viral on different reels and pages, making tonight's show the highest talk of the day in the entire city of Chicago.

Arnold wasn't surprised after all. For such wonderful RKO to be remembered after so many years, it meant something great...

Something... Remarkable...

Now, Max Fury had bathed himself with new additional love from the Grindhouse Wrestling universe. He hadn't only been a wonderful fighter making great performances, he had brought back most forgotten glories of the professional wrestling world.

From Jk Styles' "Monster" music play to Brandy Orton's legendary RKO... That was awesome.

"This is awesome!"

Pa Pa! Pa pa pa!

"This is awesome!"

Pa pa! Pa pa pa!!!

The fans acknowledged his unmeasurable respect to the legendary pro wrestling show, giving away their love and gratitude.

After a long consideration and planning, the top fans group decided to give Max Fury a nickname, The Legacy!

Arnold was scrolling down a few posts when he suddenly get to see the mind-blowing post made by his fans. It was indeed heartfelt, and Arnold appreciated it with all his heart.

As the champion, he decided to gratify to the fans... And mostly to the godsent Pro Wrestling System.

Although Arnold didn't know where the system came from, he had unhesitatingly called it an invisible angle from Heaven.

Even if he didn't really believe in God... Well, wasn't it true that the angels of God are good helpers?

The Legacy asked himself.