I started this chapter within an hour or two of updating the last one. I’m a little skeptical of how this’ll work out, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Thank you for the encouragement icebender22, it is much appreciated.
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I can’t believe I just did that. My regrets started when I saw Matt cry. When the tears started flowing, I realized that it was the first time I’ve ever seen his feelings hurt. His entire face was contorted into a sad shape. The worst part was knowing that I caused it. I was causing this pain.
The sadness turned into rage and if I hadn’t been wrestling for my entire life, I’m sure I would’ve been in a bad position. He just wouldn’t give up and when I was in the arm-bar, I felt the same rage overtake me like it did in our first sparring section. This time, I didn’t muscle it out, but I flipped his face over into the mud. Eventually, it payed off with him letting go, and I slipped out as soon as he was off. I waited until he got his face out of the mud to flip him over, knee him, and pin him down.
I felt him claw and struggle under me and I grunted for Omi to come over. He started to tap out, but I couldn’t get up out of the mud. Omi helped me up partway, but Matt just stopped moving. Until then, I wasn’t thinking about getting Matt out, but when he just laid there, I felt as if my blood was replaced with ice. It seemed like an eternity as Omi desperately tugged at his hand. As the chilling horror filled my veins, I was glued to the spot.
He finally emerged and was practically encased in mud. When he saw me just standing there, he called, “Oh, don’t worry. I’m fine.” Frankly, I was just glad he was fine, but when I realized he and Om Continue reading