Pro Wrestling System

Arnold was still lost in shock as he forced his lips open. "I... I'm ready."

The system urged him to begin the training after getting discharged from the hospital.

The Rising Impact University's hospital wasn't quite different from other typical hospitals in common places. The only difference was the patients being only students and staff. It was just a newly built hospital after the eradication of a different one and had highly expensive facilities.

The Rising Impact University was owned by one of the best professional wrestling promotion companies in the world, which could easily be noticed due to the luxurious structures and facilities rendered to produce the best talents every year.

This was why the enrollment fee was very expensive. Anyone who graduated from this university and have a good performance in Grindhouse Wrestling could have an opportunity to become a professional wrestler in the top wrestling show, the internationally-known Ultimate Revolution Wrestling.

It was Arnold's dream to enter the URW show and strive, no matter what it could take.

"Hey, handsome. You are awake," a feminine voice was heard from the side, coming from the entrance door of the room Arnold was.

It was the nurse attending to his health case.

Arnold came to discover that he was really in the university's hospital, being placed in a patient attendant room. The room was a small, sterile space with white walls and fluorescent lighting. A single bed, surrounded by small simple machines beeping softly, dominates the space. A bedside table holds a water pitcher and a few personal items.

A chair for visitors sits in one corner, and a blue curtain provides a divider for privacy. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the hum of medical equipment filled the air.

The odd smell of these disinfectants almost made Arnold throw up, but he was good at holding himself, not wanting to stay any longer because the nurse might consider having him stay.

Arnold nodded to the nurse's question.

"Good. You were brought here by a young lady from the third-year department. Uhm... I can't remember her name, but she has flame-colored long hair and a slight scar on her face."

Arnold watched the nurse speak with a cold stare. At first, he knew no one in the third-year department and was amazed to hear that it was a girl.

'She must have admired my handsomeness and decided to help my weak ass.' Arnold blushed.

"I don't actually have a friend in the third-year department, ma'am. I guess she was just passing by and decided to help," Arnold hesitated and said.

Although there were other dorm rooms on the top floor of the male dormitory, a female shouldn't be in the building. There were even four different dormitory buildings for all year students, so even the third-year students shouldn't be wandering around the four-year students' dormitory.

'The staircase is a bit far from the entrance door, even though the door was open, no one can even see the last step of the staircase because of its positioning," Arnold scratched the back of his head, "How come she managed to see me?"

"Do you know anybody with such physique?" The nurse asked after watching Arnold's complicated reactions for a while.

"Not really, ma'am. Maybe... Maybe," Arnold nodded.

"Okay then. You should do well to render some appreciation to her later," the nurse, a short, pale-skinned woman with short dark hair wearing a white gown with straight linings, smiled and advised.

"So, how do you feel now?" She walked closer and asked.

"Really good. I think I'm okay now," Arnold lied. Truth be told, his head still hurts badly, but he was really eager to begin training with the system.

His last match would be in eight days, and he needed to get prepared and win.

"I'm not sure about this, mister. Your eyes don't act the same way as your tongue. Why don't you stay for another day?" The nurse offered, her gaze showing an indication of professional concern. It was her job to ensure his well-being.

After all, it had barely been a day since he got here. It was just that he wasn't brutally injured, his match would have been canceled if he had.

"Trust me, ma'am. I'm doing great," Arnold convinced, standing up and attempting to show her that he was fine. Even though his stance wasn't really strong, it wasn't enough to say he wasn't fit yet. After all, it wasn't his legs that were injured.

"Okay then. If you say so, you should get ready to leave. But you must come back if you feel any strange pain in your head, okay?" The nurse advised.

"I will, ma'am," Arnold smiled in excitement, curling his lips repeatedly.

After being discharged, he left the hospital and went back to his dorm room. This time he was careful while climbing, and made no mistake in hitting every step.

He ran into his dorm room and saw that his roommates, Ben and Karl were already back. The sun was beginning to set as it was almost 6 pm, so he had expected their return.

"Hey, Max. Where have you been? What happened to your head?" Ben, a guy with a great body build, dark curly hair, and bronze-colored skin opened his eyes wide.

"We have been waiting for you all day, were you attacked by someone?" Karl also approached Arnold from his bed.

"It's nothing, guys. I just fell and hit my head on something hard. But I'm fine now," Arnold had a dull look on his face, remembering his roommates of what happened earlier in his exam match.

Meanwhile, it wasn't as if they would let it ruin their moment.

"Guess what? I and Karl won our matches. We have automatically passed the exam and will be signed by Grindhouse Wrestling soon, hehe," Karl bragged.

"Ohh. Congratulations," Arnold nodded and said.

The next moment, their face turned red when they saw Arnold walk to his bag, bring out some money, and leave the dorm room without saying another word to them.

"Is he jealous now that he isn't going to pass the exams?" Ben frowned.

"I guess," replied Karl.

It wasn't as if Arnold was jealous, he was hasting to begin his training. Getting 5 dollars from his bag, he left for the cafeteria and had a big meal to quench his hunger. The black short and red armless shirt he was wearing had no pocket fixed in it, so that's why he couldn't keep some bucks with him.

After having a meal in the cafeteria, he entered the gym. Fortunately, no one was in the gym house as he had wanted.

"System, should we begin now?" Arnold asked after inspecting every nook and corner.

[Of course, host. First of all, let's begin with improving your Agility.]

"Okay..."

Arnold waited for guidelines from the system, getting prepared, until a long piece of written instructions appeared on the blue screen, a voice reading out the content.

[Improving one's agility is like having to suffer a burden, however, with the Professional Wrestling System, there are cheat factors.]

"Cheat?" Arnold had to interrupt the system. "If I cheat during a match, I will be expelled."

His face was burning in confusion. Cheating was one of the crucial crimes against wrestling rules, anyone who cheated wouldn't be spared. It was a deed punished with direct eviction.

[This is not the kind of Cheat you know, host. This is the Pro Wrestling System's intelligence.]

[If you can trust me, host, I can help you create a way to the top.]