Prologue of Nikkiwrestler Novel

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I had left the federation that I loved after a terrible loss. It was not a matter of money or politics, but of personal struggle. I was losing my confidence, my passion, my edge… I was on the verge of quitting…

But the fire inside me was still burning. I wanted to prove myself in the ring again and when I saw this ad in a fight magazine I was hooked. A tournament… Another chance… maybe a comeback… maybe a downfall… I was nervous and excited when I registered. The rules were perfect for me: win by KO, submission or forfeit. The organizers were thrilled to have Nikkiman among their fighters… I knew I had a reputation in the world of gay and erotic wrestling. I had a history in the world of no holds barred submission wrestling. A sensational debut, a series of victories, a shocking departure that left many fans wondering. I had hit rock bottom… Everyone knew it and I knew I had a lot to prove in this tournament. I had to show that I could still fight and entertain the crowd. More importantly, I had to show myself that I could still face challenges, enjoy fighting and overcome obstacles.

Monday was the big day. The eight fighters who would compete in the tournament were going to be revealed and the bracket was going to be announced. It was a mystery until then. No one knew who would join this first edition of the tournament: Wrestleking. I was watching the live stream on instagram where the organizers were introducing the fighters and revealing the bracket. I was not really listening to what they were saying. I was mainly interested in seeing who I would have to face. I felt the adrenaline rush when the names of the fighters appeared on the screen in alphabetical order.