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Ryan is a 18-year-old teenager in his last year of high school, standing 178 cm tall and weighing 78 kg. He loves all kinds of sports but is particularly passionate about bodybuilding. In every competition he enters, he is always the youngest participant and consistently wins. Ryan is the only child of a soldier father who is frequently transferred out of town.

One day, his mother approached him while he was training with weights on the back porch.

"Ryan, can I talk to you for a moment?" his mother asked.

"Sure, Mom, what's up?" Ryan replied, putting down the weights he was using.

"Son, you’re about to start college soon, and your father has been transferred again. How about we move with him this time? It’s been eight years since we last moved with him. I’m starting to feel lonelier each time he leaves. You could also attend a better college there. What do you think about moving with your father?" his mother explained.

"That makes sense, Mom. I’ve noticed you’ve been feeling lonelier without Dad around, especially since I’ve been busier with my activities. I’ll go along with your plan," Ryan replied.

"Okay then, next week we’ll start preparing to move. Tomorrow, I’ll have someone handle the transfer documents from your school. You can continue your training now. By the way, your body is getting bigger, son, your muscles are huge," his mother added, massaging Ryan’s shoulders.

"Really, Mom?" Ryan said, flexing his muscles.

"I have to maintain this body. Thanks to it, I got into a top school," Ryan said.

"Yes, dear, I support you as long as it’s positive," his mother replied.

"Of course, Mom. Oh, by the way, will we take all my trophies? They represent all the hard work I’ve put in to beat senior bodybuilders," Ryan said.

"Absolutely, dear. We’ll take all your belongings. I’m always proud of you. At such a young age, you’ve achieved so much and always been the youngest champion. You’re amazing!" his mother said with a proud smile.

"Thanks, Mom. I’ll always make you proud," Ryan said.

"Keep it up, dear!" his mother cheered.

Two weeks later, Ryan’s family moved, and he started at his new school on the third day after the move.

Upon arriving at the new school, Ryan headed to the teacher’s office and met Mr. Johnson, the vice principal in charge of student affairs, who was dressed in loose clothing.

"Good morning, sir. I’m Ryan, a new student here," Ryan said.

"Oh, yes, please have a seat. Let me check which class you’ll be in," Mr. Johnson replied, picking up a file with student names.

After a few minutes, Mr. Johnson opened and read Ryan’s file.

"Ryan Terano, you’re quite an accomplished student, aren’t you? You’ve won many bodybuilding competitions. Where have you competed?" Mr. Johnson asked.

"Various places, mostly at the city level, and I’ve always won," Ryan replied.

"That’s impressive, especially for someone your age!" Mr. Johnson said.

"Thank you, sir," Ryan replied shyly.

"You remind me of another student here named Samuel. He often competes in bodybuilding and wins. He’s also always the youngest participant but still manages to win," Mr. Johnson said.

Samuel is a student with the same hobby as Ryan. He’s 18 years old, 177 cm tall, and weighs 79 kg. He always wins in bodybuilding competitions. His father is a police officer, and as a result, Samuel has been raised with strict discipline.

"Is that so, sir? I’ve never competed against someone my age. Most competitors are at least five years older than me," Ryan said.

"Well, you and Samuel might bring glory to this school together. Alright, you’ll be in Class B7. Let me take you there," Mr. Johnson said.

Upon arriving at the class, Ryan was introduced to Mrs. Elvin, who was teaching.

"Mrs. Elvin, this is Ryan, a new student. I’ll leave him with you," Mr. Johnson said.

"Thank you, sir," Mrs. Elvin replied, instructing Ryan to introduce himself to the class.

Ryan introduced himself and was asked to sit down by Mrs. Elvin. Since there were no empty seats, Mrs. Elvin asked Ryan to sit in the seat of a student who was absent.

"Mike, Ryan will sit with you for now. We’ll rearrange the seating once your classmate returns," Mrs. Elvin said.

"Sure, ma’am," Mike replied.

In class, Ryan and Mike got to know each other. Ryan sat with Mike and learned about the school.

Two days later, Ryan arrived early and sat in his seat. A boy wearing tight clothes that accentuated his muscles entered the class and was surprised to see someone in his seat. He thought he had entered the wrong class and asked Ryan, "Is this Class B7?"

"Yes," Ryan replied, looking at the boy curiously.

Ryan thought to himself, "This guy seems arrogant, showing off his muscles like that."

"Who are you? This is my seat," the boy said.

"I’m Ryan, the new student here," Ryan replied, extending his hand.

"I’m Samuel," the boy said.

They shook hands, and Samuel thought to himself, "This guy has a strong grip."

"So, this is Samuel. He’s got a great physique," Ryan thought.

Soon, Mike arrived and greeted them.

"Sam, you’re here already? Oh, have you two met?" Mike asked.

"This is my seat. Why is he sitting here?" Samuel asked, annoyed.

"Mrs. Elvin asked him to sit here yesterday," Mike explained.

"Then where am I supposed to sit?" Samuel asked.

"You can sit here. I’ll find another seat," Ryan said, picking up his bag.

"No, Ryan, I’ll move. I’m smaller, so I’ll squeeze in with Dion and Reno. You stay here," Mike said, quickly moving to Dion and Reno’s seat.

The bell rang, and Ryan and Samuel sat together. They didn’t speak to each other during class, both still annoyed about the seating arrangement.

During the last period, the heat was intense. The class was Art and Culture, taught by Mrs. Liza. She discussed how bodybuilding is an art of sculpting the body and asked Samuel to come forward to demonstrate. Confidently, Samuel stepped forward, removed his uniform, and showed off his physique. The class erupted in cheers as Samuel posed. Ryan watched with a sneer.

"Mrs. Liza, Ryan has a great body too. Ask him to come up!" Mike shouted.

Mrs. Liza was surprised and called Ryan to the front.

"Ryan, come forward," Mrs. Liza said.

Ryan confidently stepped forward, removed his uniform, and began posing. The class went wild. Samuel, standing beside him, was impressed.

"Not bad," Samuel said.

Ryan continued posing enthusiastically, with the class cheering. Samuel joined in, and the two began showing off their muscles, flexing their arms, showcasing their six-packs, and puffing out their chests. Sweat poured down their bodies as they got carried away, their elbows clashing as they posed aggressively.

Mrs. Liza quickly intervened, stopping the impromptu pose-off. The class applauded as Ryan and Samuel returned to their seats, glaring at each other.

The day I had been waiting for had finally arrived. I had checked into the hotel the night before, but due to a mix of excitement and nervousness, I couldn’t sleep well. Since the fight was scheduled for 9 a.m., I woke up early, around 7 a.m., and went for a quick walk around the hotel area as a warm-up. I also had some hard-boiled eggs and coffee to boost my energy and mood.

After breakfast, I returned to my room and moved all the furniture aside to create space. Right at 9 a.m., he arrived at the door. We locked eyes intensely, but neither of us said a word, not wanting to break the tension that had been building since our first encounter. Both of us changed into shorts and shirts, took our fighting stances, and stood chest to chest, locking eyes. We grabbed each other by the collars of our shirts.

Me: "You ready, fucker?"
Him: "Bring it on, pussy!"

Without wasting any time, I made the first move, landing a punch squarely on his left cheek. The sound of my bare fist hitting his face echoed clearly in the room. In a flash, he retaliated with a lightning-fast left hook and immediately aimed for my legs, using my height and high center of gravity against me. I fell to the ground, but as I did, my hand gripped his shirt, tearing it off.

This was a classic clash of styles: him, a grappler, and me, a striker. Using his body weight to his advantage, he pressed his knees into my thighs while trying to lock me in a body hold. I threw a few hard punches to his ribs and pushed against his body, but it wasn’t enough to turn the tide. He managed to dominate me momentarily, his thick arm pressing down on my neck like a chokehold while his other hand rained punches on my face and head.

He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "What happened there, you asshole? You're gonna be crushed pulp today."

For a moment, I thought I had failed as a fighter and that this was the end. But then, a sudden realization struck me.

In my mind, I thought, *Hold on, I'm a wrestler too. I’ve won submission matches before. I can win this fight.* Immediately, I gathered all my energy and pushed my hips upward, causing him to lose his grip on the body hold. To buy myself some time, I landed a punch right to his groin when an opening appeared. It was a dirty move, but at that moment, I didn’t care.

He groaned in pain, and out of anger, he grabbed my hair and yanked me down, driving his knee straight into my nose. *Urgh,* blood started to drip slowly. *Oh yeah, now it’s on, bitch.* I kicked his body away, giving myself enough time to stand up before he could. Without wasting a second, I leaped at him, delivering a high kick that landed squarely on his upper belly.

The impact sent him stumbling backward, but he quickly regained his footing, his eyes burning with fury. He charged at me, aiming to tackle me to the ground, but I sidestepped just in time. As he lunged past me, I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, using his momentum against him. He growled in pain but managed to elbow me in the ribs, forcing me to release my grip.

We circled each other, both breathing heavily, blood and sweat mixing on our faces. The room was a mess, furniture that I moved overturned and the air thick with tension. He feinted a punch, but I saw it coming and ducked, countering with a swift uppercut to his jaw. His head snapped back, but he didn’t go down. Instead, he grinned, wiping the blood from his mouth.

Him: "Not bad, but you’re gonna have to do better than that."

Me: "Oh, I’m just getting started."

He rushed at me again, but this time, I was ready. I dropped low and swept his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor. Before he could recover, I pounced, pinning him down and locking him in a rear naked chokehold ( My Fav) . He struggled, but I tightened my grip, applying pressure until I heard him tap the floor.

Him: "Alright, alright! I yield!"

I released him and stood up, breathing heavily but victorious. He lay on the floor, panting and coughing gasping for air, but there was a grudging respect in his eyes.

Him: "I admit you’re tougher than your look."

Me: "And you’re not unpredictable as you thought."

We both laughed a bit , I reach out my hand to him, helping him to stand up. We took quite some break to clean up the mess we made and decided to part ways as the hotel check out time is right in corner.

Him : "The fight was over, but our rivalry had only just begun."

Me : "You know where to find me, I'm ready for a brawl anytime with you".

The endddd✌🏾