"I'm looking forward to how the champion will tear up a player named Fenrir."

"Can Fenrir make a twist?"

"First of all, he can't because he's behind in weight class."

Fenrir Mask was able to win the prize money if he won this game, so he vowed to win with a desperate heart.

"Let me introduce the champion!" Hoffmann!"

Hoffmann, who was watching the Fenrir mask, wears his bearskin over his head. He was wearing a protector with pointed thorns on his neck and wrist. He said it explains his belligerents and ferociousness, but considering his performance on the field, everyone had no choice but to agree with him. And he covered his shoulders, wrists, and calves with bearskin. He wrote it because his favorite animal is a bear, and there is no particular reason. Fenrir mask had no choice but to swallow when he saw champion, Hoffmann.

"I've never seen such a huge wrestler in my life.”

In front of Wrestler Hoffmann, 230cm and 250kg, the Fenrir mask was turned into a dwarf. His huge body created a deep shadow and covered the body of the Fenrir mask. The Fenrir mask was the first time to start the game with poor weight class. However, he thought his skills would be enough to do.

"Hoffmann, finish it!"

"I trust you, Hoffmann!"

Fenrir mask, which saw people unilaterally cheering for Hoffmann due to the overwhelming weight difference, becomes more determined to win the game.

"Kid, you're lucky." To meet me at the end."

Hoffmann snorts as if he is pathetic as he looks at the Fenrir mask.

"You'll have to see what's long and short."

"I don't know if you did well in the professional wrestling scene, but you'll lose to me here."

Hoffmann tries very hard to discourage the Fenrir mask.

"Game start!"

Finally, the bell rang to determine their fate.

"I'll finish it at once!"

Hoffmann puts strength on his body and tries to blossom an effective hit on the body of the Fenrir mask. However, such an attack was too obvious for Fenrir, who avoided numerous attacks. The Fenrir mask needed a victory somehow. It wasn't time to weigh on the situation.

"I'm lagging in offense, but his mobility is very disadvantageous due to his big body.”

Eventually, Fenrir lowers his body and attacks. The crowd, who hoped to engage in a hot slugfest, booed Fenrir mask and cheered for Hoffmann, but Fenrir mask was not in a situation to care about it now. This was because he would have left here again if he had won after the ranking was completed anyway.

"It's better to attack the weak spot."

Fenrir's mask lowers his posture and looks at his body. Because Hoffmann is undressed, vital parts are exposed. Fenrir puts his fists and feet in a row in the rib between Hoffmann's huge chest and abs. Hoffmann suddenly feels difficulty breathing and becomes absent-minded. I think his ribs will break if I do something wrong. When Hoffmann's mind is dispersed, the fist of the Fenrir mask hits his solar plexus. Hoffmann is momentarily shocked and falls to the ground. Fenrir mask kicks him and drives him to the ringside.

"Now, it's time for a massage.”

He stomped Hoffmann hard with his feelings. Fenrir blocks Hoffmann from moving on one foot and steps on Hoffmann's spine like crazy with the other heel. For the first time in an underground dumping ground, Hoffmann's face begins to be distorted.

"Did you attach a blade to your heel?"

Hoffmann mutters to himself. When the game becomes loose, the referee records the score, stops acting, and makes them fight from the beginning again. As expected, the direction of the game was the same. Hoffmann fired a huge fist that KOed his opponent at once, but the Fenrir mask kept jabbing.

"You coward. I won't leave you alone!"

Angry Hoffmann turned red and shouted at the Fenrir mask. Even if it was a dirty play, it couldn't be helped. Because Fenrir had to win.

"Which part should I go for next?"