Chapter 120: Acknowledged

"I told you guys! Max Fury is just something else. That guy is just something else!"

"Max Fury on it again, he kept soaring!"

"THE LEGACY, Grindhouse Wrestling would be proud!"

"I never liked this wrestler, but he just won my heart... Good job, Max Fury."

"Incredible performance, we need this kind of talent in the top shows!"

Social media buzzed the night after the great event. Those of have doubted Max Fury's success couldn't help but widen their eyes and renounce their foolish judgment.

Arnold appeared to have gained more fans to his tally... A considerable amount!

Not only in the world of professional wrestling but also in the social media world. More followers, reactions, and earnings came as well, as it got to a point when he could no longer believe it. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Eight hundred thousand followers??? What the hell..."

"What... Nine hundred?"

A few moments later...

"A million followers on Facebook and Instagram!"

"YAY!"

Along with his astonishment came excitement... Although this all seemed like a dream, it was the actual reality. He was soaring like an eagle in the sky, dominating every domain that he stepped into.

Just when he went back to his room, rolls of messages had filled his phone. Arnold was quite happy and ready to view some because he knew many would be coming from familiar identities.

(My Dream *heart emoji*: Congratulations, my love... We must celebrate this win!)

That was a message from Mia, his girlfriend. Sorry, his fiancee...

With a smile on his face, he scrolled down to other messages, delighted.

(Mark: Congrats, bro! What a match!)

(Lila: Eager to have you back in Capside Centre, congratulations... And we need to celebrate!)

(MOM *kiss emoji*: I will always be proud of you, my son... I love you so much, Arnold).

Countless messages were piled up, including Audrey and Eva congratulating him on his success. Matthew, too, didn't fail to message him as well, being a good partner in the Horny Tyres deal.

Their friendship had quite strengthened after they secured the permanent partnership with Horny Tyres, and it had been all good since then.

More messages popped in, but Arnold only read a few... However, two messages captured his attention just while he was about to put his phone aside.

(Kieran Grant: I'm happy you won, Max. Congratulations, and I'm sorry for what happened earlier. Keep soaring!)

Arnold's heart stumbled a few times before he managed to smile. It was Karl who had saved him from getting eliminated by The Party earlier in the match. Indeed, Arnold already forgave him after that moment, and his congratulatory message only added to the softening of his heart.

After heaving a sigh, Arnold clicked on the reply icon and typed down a few words before forwarding it to Karl.

(Max Fury: I don't know why you did that, but I have to thank you. I really appreciate that help).

After sending the message, Arnold switched his gaze to the message that had captured his attention.

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(XXX: You escaped the plot for the second time, kudos... You just have to know that your SUCCESS, wouldn't last long. Enjoy it).

This one made his heart skip, stunning him away. Arnold's mind suddenly dashed into the pool of confusion...

That instant, his mind crossed to Tristan Black, and then to his brother, Corey. They were the ones trying to take him down at all costs, and he suspected that the message must have been from one of them.

Although he didn't panic...

Why would he?

This time, he only needed the energy to celebrate this huge win that earned him the opportunity to face any champion of the top shows in the main event of the greatest pay-per-view in Ultimate Revolution Wrestling... In some ways, it was regarded as the greatest in the entire world of professional wrestling.

Arnold sighed again and sat on his bed. He totally erased the thoughts of the threatening messages and tried to calm down. The next moment, all those feelings were gone, replaced by joyful and victorious ones.

Because he was still in Las Vegas, he was the only one with himself. No Mark, no Lila...

No Mia...

That day, while the management urged him to receive medical care, Arnold insisted on remaining in his room and just drinking and eating. Gradually, the great pain around his body left, just as he kept rejoicing and drinking.

Not only did the nature of his victory make him so delighted, but the stirs on the internet were adding to his happiness.

Now, everyone was talking about Max Fury and his great performance in the Royal Rumble Match.

"He came in as the fifth competitor, but came out as the last man standing!"

"What a wrestler. What a performance!"

"No one in the first ten entries had ever won the Royal Rumble Match since its history, but this guy from Grindhouse Wrestling did it."

"He made history!"

Reading different comments almost made him feel like a God being praised. Although he was not, the praises and acknowledgment were heartfelt.

That day, Arnold dropped a speech on his page, thanking his fans for their support and love. With a promise to keep making their days and giving his all, he ended the speech.

As expected, good comments of acknowledgment came, and it only made Arnold glad...

He was motivated to keep striving and fighting, just as he always wanted to.

With the incredible support from his fans, Arnold knew that he would dominate the professional wrestling world.

The next day, all wrestlers went back to their various destinations. The top shows wrestlers usually had their own homes as most of them were even married.

Even the High-level wrestlers had theirs, but Karl, Ben, and Arnold had to go back to Capside Centre. Although Arnold was no longer a low-level wrestler, he only decided to be in Capside Centre for the time being since he would be leaving for Slamdown soon.

Now, he had already been making inquiries to build his own home... For himself and his family...

That time, life would seem to have gotten really better...

...Than it used to be.