Pro Wrestling System

The Global Fist Award was an annual award usually sponsored by the Global Wrestling Sports Association. Professional wrestlers who are often nominated for the award didn't only come from one promotion, it was an award involving all professional wrestling shows in the world.

Although Grindhouse Wrestling was regarded as a low-level professional wrestling show, the eyes of this association were still on it, just like they had eyes on other low-level Wrestling shows of other promotions.

Now, Max Fury had been nominated for the award???

He accepted the fact that he had been making incredible performances, which had eventually earned him the Grindhouse Young Star of the Year award as well as the overall Star of the Year, but being nominated for the GFA was far from his expectations.

He had never thought of it one day.

"It's all like a dream... Reality seemed to have seized to convince me," Arnold muttered to himself. Just earlier that day, he was notified that the Horny Tyres' new product had surpassed a million sales after a week due to the help of his fame, and now, he was being nominated for the Global Fist Award, joining other veteran professional wrestlers in the top shows for the race.

Like he said... It was all happening like a dream...

"General Manager Harris demands your presence in his office at this moment, Max Fury," with this said, the lady who had brought the letter left that spot.

Arnold nodded upon hearing her message and attempted to reread the info on the letter...

After confirming the message, he then understood that it was certain.

He went straight to his room to freshen up and get professionally dressed getting to meet Jack Harris. Arnold submitted a two-day "leave" letter and was granted his plea before he left for Arizona, so he had no fear of getting sanctioned for leaving.

He brought out his Grindhouse Omega Championship Title from the cabinet at the side of his room after getting dressed and made his way to the office.

On reaching the office, he spotted two men inside. One of them was Jack Harris, and the other was a strange figure clad in simple polo and long light jean trousers.

To maintain the law of respect, Arnold inquired about coming in before he stepped at the door side.

"Can I?"

These two short words drew Jack Harris and the other man's attention from their conversation as they turned to look at him.

"It's alright. Please, come in!" Jack Harris called on Arnold immediately just as he spotted him.

With his presence approved, Arnold nodded and entered the office. The manager gave him a seat upon entry, and he sat next to the middle-aged man who had a skinny head.

"Welcome Max Fury, please meet Steven Gates," Jack Harris smiled and swiped his hands in the skinny-headed man's direction.

Arnold turned to the man in an instant, stood up, and greeted him. "It's good to see you, sir."

"It's so good to see you too, Max Fury," Steven replied with a pleased look on his face. He appeared to be a calm man, yet there was an aura of power fluttering around him.

At this point, he only needed further introduction to this man.

"Steven Gates is a retired professional wrestler in the Superdome Wrestling Promotion. He had been a fitness coach since his retirement and been a wonderful and diligent one," Jack Harris began a long speech, giving Arnold no choice but to listen.

"I know it hasn't been a year since you came to Grindhouse Wrestling, but your performance had captivated not just me, but the entire authority. We believe that you are going to make a great impact in the professional wrestling world, and this is why we have decided to commission a coach for you at this point. The faster the preparation, the quicker the improvement."

"Someday, we want you to be among those who would represent Ultimate Revolution Wrestling in the Global Wrestling Competition, perhaps."

Manager Harris was having a serious look on his face as he spoke, however, Arnold was having another feeling entirely.

"He would begin duty after the Award Ceremony... You only need to say YES for affirmation," Jack Harris added.

Arnold stared blankly for a moment and then hesitated. He knew his answer wouldn't be pleasing at all, yet, he was still keeping his decision firm.

"I don't think I need a fitness coach, manager..."

The two men had their eyes open in shock as they heard Arnold's response. The smile on Jack Harris's face seized at that instant, replaced an astonished, cold gaze.

"What... What do you mean by that?! Everyone would be glad to get this opportunity because this man right here," he pointed at Steven, "is no ordinary fitness coach. He has got good skills and techniques that can help you improve. Why No???"

Jack Harris's brows furrowed. It was acting as if he was persuading his son to go to school, glaring.

"I'm sorry if this doesn't sound good. But I don't need a fitness coach. I can do everything by myself," Arnold said again, unshaken.

It was now that the manager and Steven knew that he wouldn't evict his decision. He was confident about it even though he knew that getting Steven as his fitness coach would do him much good.

"Just... Just maybe you need to think about this. I know you are saying this because some Grindhouse Wrestling stars are way weaker than your standards. But you have to know that you will be in the top shows soon. The guys right there are cruel and powerful... It might turn out bad for you if you don't get a fitness coach and improve."

Manager Harris still tried to convince Arnold, but he insisted that he had his reasons for refusing to have a fitness coach. Reasons he basically wouldn't tell anyone...

Not even Mia.

While the conversation went on, unfortunately, it appeared that it wouldn't go well. Although Arnold was still informed to think about it, the deal wasn't done.

However, there was even nothing to think about. He never needed a fitness coach and that was the fact...

Why would he need a fitness coach when he had an Advocate?

C'mon!!!

He has the Pro Wrestling System!