Chapter 56: Secret Battle Royal In The Arena

There were cases when the top shows wouldn't need stars from Grindhouse Wrestling to participate in the Royal Rumble Match, it was really fortunate that four Grindhouse Wrestling stars would be joining the showdown.This wasn't just to compete, it was an opportunity to win a huge fan base or even a direct ticket to become a wrestler in one of the top shows. While there are disadvantages like having to fight in a thirty men battle, there were also advantages which could erase the thoughts of fear in anyone.

After all, who would be afraid of participating in a Royal Rumble Match at Fallout? Not only does the winner get the rewards, but even the best competitors are recognized for their potential, in some cases, luckily earning themselves a different title opportunity with a different champion.

With these considered, Arnold's urge to perform in the Royal Rumble Match was strengthened.

The next day, he was up so early that it wasn't bright yet despite going to bed late. These days, Arnold has been depriving himself of sleep, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

Just a little sleep and he would be awake, awakened by overwhelming complicated thoughts in his head...

"Shiiii, this isn't going to do me any good. I need to sleep well at night," he said frustratingly, raising his head to the clock on the wall to see 5: 27 pm.

Even if he tried, he still couldn't go back to sleep. It was as though his blood was boiling in his head, leading to utter unrest.

Arnold's vibrant eyes were widely open until it was bright... Freshening up, he walked out of his room and to the cafeteria.

Arnold had breakfast alone at a table that could receive four people, but he was fine... At least, he preferred this to the latter.

He ate pretty much to his satisfaction just like every other morning, and left the cafeteria.

It was Friday, the busiest day after Wednesday in Capside Centre. However, today appeared to be different, strangely.

Arnold felt that something was wrong as the surroundings were almost deserted. Only a few people could be seen, literally, mostly officials and staff who usually wander about at certain times.

"Where did everyone go?" Arnold bit his lips and questioned. But he clearly has to answer that question. He wouldn't be the one answer, right?

With an almost crazily beating heart, Arnold progressed through the training area... Maybe everyone decided to workout today, he thought.

However, while he walked further, he saw no sign of anyone. In fact, the training area was an empty desert, lonesome and strange, for the very first time to Arnold.

Arnold's heart almost skipped.

"Where the hell is everyone?!" This time, the question came with tension.

"You don't know?!" A feminine voice asked from behind, seeing Arnold perplexed.

If not for the fact that this voice was familiar, he would have jumped with a scream, crying that some ghosts had raided Capside Centre. Although confused, he turned to look at Lila who had asked a confusing question.

"What do you mean? I don't know what?" Arnold asked.

"Everyone is in the arena. In ten minutes, there would be a two-slot Battle Royal Match. You and the Grindhouse Alpha Champion didn't need to be among the fighters. You both have automatically qualified for competing in the Royal Rumble Match at Fallout."

"The winner of the first and second slot would be joining you both as it is four men required from the show..."

Lila explained, giving Arnold clear information.

"Ah! I can't believe I don't know this, of all people," Arnold let out a smile of shame. seaʀᴄh thё nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"You should be in the arena too, all superstars are in there..." Lila said and turned to leave.

"I just came to inform you," she said and walked away.

'Inform me? Ah, interesting.'

The right side of his lips curled up for a smirk hearing what Lila had just said. Of course, he knew that she was very friendly, but...

Well, Arnold didn't want to think deeply about that.

With a sigh, he decided to visit the arena as well and have fun watching the Battle Royals.

A Battle Royal Match was almost like a Royal Rumble Match. The only difference was that a Battle Royal Match starts with all competitors in the ring, while a Royal Rumble Match starts with only two fighters, new ones entering every three minutes.

The way of winning was still the same... Grab your opponent throw him outside the ring through the top rope and get him eliminated!

Upon entering the arena, a considerable amount of eyes came in Arnold's direction, followed by some cold and bright stares. However, like always, no attention was spared.

Unlike Wednesday night, there was not a single wrestling fan in the congregation seats. Taking up the duty of the fans were the competitors of the second slot of the Battle Royal Match, with an exaggerated number of 35 people in the ring. All men, and even tag team partners who had forgotten their glory to pursue this great opportunity.

As a champion, he had gained quite a lot of respect from officials, and he was given a suitable place to sit somewhere in the ringside.

This seat was facing directly to an announce table, but it wasn't as if the commentators would be analyzing anything about these matches. They were all secret, offline matches.

Sitting next to Arnold's seat was the Grindhouse Alpha Champion, "The Captain" Tristan Black. Tristan Black smiled at Arnold as soon as he noticed his presence. With a few stares at his Grindhouse Omega title, he switched his gaze to his face.

"Good day, Max Fury. It's good to see you," he said seemingly politely. But we Arnold observed him, he noticed that this is the kind of person that should never be trusted.

"Good day," Arnold stared once to his face and title on his waist and withdrew.

Tristan Black noticed this and smiled again. With the way he acted, one wouldn't know what he was after. He appeared to be cunning.

"I don't know... I have been hoping to meet you one day so that we could face off. I want to take you on," Tristan said.

But it was visibly not clear to Arnold. He only got more confused talking to this guy.

"What do you mean? I don't understand."

Arnold frowned slightly.

Then, the Alpha Champion drew his head closer to Arnold's direction with yet that smile on his face and made it clear.

"I mean... I am challenging you for a match..."

"You win, you have my title. I win I have your title."

"It should be a Winner Takes All match."