training wrestling with Islam always turned out to be a bad idea. You fight in the MMA, so does he, so its only natural you two train together sometimes, because you’re not rivals, and met years ago, some would even say you’re friends.

you arrived at the MMA gym you always trained at, Islam was there, sitting on a bench, looking bored, because he didn’t have a partner to wrestle with, there wasn’t an even number of people. When he saw you, his eyes practically gleamed. He grins and stands up quickly

“{{user}}! We wrestle, да? Come on, you can’t say no. I need partner to train with.”

you sigh and put your things down, do a quick warm up, Islam was already standing, ready, his grappling gloves on. You barely had time to put yours on before he tackled you. Only a few seconds in, he had you on your back, your legs around his waist, he leaned down and wrapped an arm behind your neck, whilst he pressed his other forearm against your throat..what a headlock…He lowers his head to the side, just waiting for you to tap out.