Chapter 107 Turkish Wrestling
The trial operation of the prison clothing factory has started as scheduled, and the warden is happiest, because as long as the clothing factory is put into production, it means a lot of money to bulge his pocket.
The warden was particularly gracious today and actually agreed to hold a party in the prison.
What kind of party show can a bunch of grown men and vicious criminals be interested in?
Of course there is a program, it is Turkish wrestling (yağlı güreş) full of male wildness.
It is necessary to introduce what is the weird Turkish wrestling match.
If you see two shirtless, oiled men wrestling together on a lawn in Turkey, trying to be the first to put their hands into each other's leather pants, don't think you've mistakenly entered a same-sex film set.
This is actually a traditional national sport in Turkey called oil wrestling.
All contestants must be male. All contestants must be covered with olive oil and can only wear leather shorts (knee-length leather shorts. Underwear is not allowed under the competition rules, reportedly for safety reasons) to compete!
The most basic techniques and secrets to win the game are to dig out the cow's head (pinching the cow's head is a foul action) and pop the anus. Because the whole body is covered with olive oil and it is very silky, it is impossible to start and find the focus.
It is impossible for women to participate in such a competition. Just think about it...
This kind of Turkish wrestling is indeed very suitable for a group of criminals to participate in the competition.
Muscles, macho men, the smell of male sweat, and wild techniques all stimulated the criminals, who screamed and came off one after another to try their skills.
I have a small body of 175cm, and my muscles don’t seem to be particularly eye-catching. I still like to be on the sidelines, being a cheerleader or a melon-eating spectator, which is more suitable for my taste.
Because this kind of competition is not popular in Vietnam in Southeast Asia, a Turkish wrestling coach was assigned to demonstrate how to perform the competition and also served as a referee for the competition.
From the beginning of the game, it was wild and exciting. A series of illegal actions.
The fundamental difference between a foul and a pinch is a foul, but the obstruction of the line of sight by a pair of shorts does prevent the referee from grasping the rhythm of the game in a timely manner, not to mention that these criminals are just amateur players.
By the time one of the players screams in pain, it's already too late.
In the game, of course, there are usually enemies who have a grudge and seek revenge, and they will take the opportunity to deal cruel blows to the opponent.
Are the police useful? The referees are helpless, not to mention they are a bunch of criminals. It is impossible for them to go to jail one more time for this reason.
Some people were injured and some had their shorts torn. The more the scene looked like, the more the criminals reveled in it.
It is necessary to say that Turkish wrestling is equipped with special leather pants weighing 14 pounds, which are very strong. The warden is not in the mood to spend money on purchasing such exclusive clothing. The existing prison clothes are suitable.
Of course, all the fees generated by the competition are crowdfunded by criminals for their own enjoyment.
The warden was in a particularly good mood today. He sat in the stands and announced directly: "Have fun without any punishment."
With the warden giving the green light, the criminals in the game became more unscrupulous, and the referee at this time seemed redundant.
After partying for a long time, everyone who should have ended has already done so. Those who were unfortunately injured were dragged to the prison's medical room, and they had to bear the consequences.
After all, this kind of game consumes a lot of energy and is more likely to be injured. There are not many players who leave the game repeatedly.
There is no reward for determining the winner of the competition. It is purely a way of venting and carnivaling for excess energy.
The mad dog is over, and he actually asked me to challenge by name.
Me, why choose me?
I soon realized that something was fishy.
I believe this is a game that I can only fail but not win, and the most important thing is to protect myself and not get hurt.
The game started, and the mad dog attacked crazily. In order to delay the game and consume the mad dog's energy, I could only try my best to block the mad dog from attacking my shorts.
Slippery, very silky smooth. This is the first time I have fought with someone like this with my bare hands, so I feel a little uncomfortable.
I also have to conceal my great strength. I know that the purpose of Mad Dog choosing me to compete this time is to test my martial arts.
It is undeniable that the poison I suffered did not require any treatment at all. I recovered automatically within 14 days. Dr. Tan had already proven this, so I didn’t fall for his trick and paid the $10,000 consultation fee.
Mad Dog's strength should not be underestimated. Against me, who has no internal strength, I still have a 60% chance of winning. Now that my inner strength has recovered, he is really no match for me.
When I compete with Mad Dog, I want to make him feel that I am not a weakling, but I cannot let him win too easily. I have to grasp this degree, and I must let Mad Dog win in the end to reduce his wariness and suspicion of me. .
I always block and give in, which is not a good look for the criminal audience. The criminals just want to watch each other take out the skins of swallows and cows, which is the most enjoyable thing.
I don't care what the criminal audience thinks. I not only have to hide my strength from the mad dog, but also make the warden not suspicious. After all, he is sitting on the high stand, watching my every move.
It's so difficult for me.
I felt that Mad Dog's physical strength was almost exhausted, and I finally sold a flaw (not a weak buttock) to allow Mad Dog to succeed.
If a mad dog can take it, of course I can too. Just so I don’t let myself suffer too much.
The mad dog was very direct and attacked my vital points. But I can't, I can only attack his skin swallow. Obviously, I am at a disadvantage. This is also the necessary reason why I have to consume the mad dog's physical strength first.
Mad Dog succeeded with one move, but he didn't use it as a focal point to knock me down. He played a trick and used his powerful strength.
The Chinese Golden Bell Kung Fu is a hard qigong, but it has a cover, which is the lower dantian three inches below the navel. This is where the mad dog started. He forced me to show my true skills.
If I really use my inner strength to compete with him, Mad Dog will be able to test out my true power. This move can be said to be a dirty trick.
At this time, I can only be controlled by Mad Dog. In order to take into account that he is my big brother, I can't yell to the referee for a foul on Mad Dog.
I was restrained in one move, and immediately I didn't dare to move. I quickly raised my hand and said, "I admit defeat."
The mad dog didn't rely on me. He gained strength and threw me to the ground. He stopped and laughed loudly: "I won."
All men know what kind of pain this is.
Whether I'm injured or not, I don't know yet, and this is probably the best outcome for me right now. Anyway, with Divine Doctor Tan here, my minor injury should be nothing. But it really hurts me. It hurts so much that my facial features move. I wish I could have my nose on my forehead above my eyes.
Chapter 108 The scenery at the top of the mountain
