Chapter 213 Bring My Belt Over
The situation was spiraling out of control. Totally overwhelmed by Tilda’s sharp comebacks, Howard grew desperate and hurried to explain himself.
“You’re just trying to throw your weight around, aren’t you? Why should I fight you just because you want me to? Who do you think you are? You’re like a loud rooster in the morning—annoying, but no one’s impressed.
“And what’s with the talk about me running away from your challenge? Howard, just admit it. You got completely wiped out by me twice in a row, and now you’re desperate for a rematch to wipe the slate clean, is that right?”
Draco was stunned.
Did I hear that right?
Tilda actually beat the wrestling world champ?
Not once, but twice!
That’s insane.
Draco could hardly believe someone with Tilda’s frame could take down Howard.
But seeing the way Howard looked at Tilda with that strange fixation to win…
He thought maybe she really was telling the truth.
Howard was at a loss for words. He couldn’t think of a single retort.
“Yeah, Howard really has been throwing his weight around. He knocked Draco down and didn’t even apologize, and he keeps asking the lady for a match even after being turned down so many times. What a jerk.”
“After hearing what Howard just said, I don’t think I can be his fan anymore. Seriously, what kind of person have I been supporting?”
“Looks like winning the World Wrestling Championship Belt doesn’t mean you have good character. I’ve heard a lot of wrestlers are hot-headed and full of themselves, and now I can see it’s true!”
The crowd in the club started whispering among themselves.
Howard gritted his teeth, but finally lowered his head and apologized to Draco.
“Sorry, bro. I swear I didn’t mean to push you just now. I apologize.”
“I’ll cover any damages or medical bills, too. All I want is a match with Tilda. That’s the real reason I lost control just now.”
I’m actually fine…
Draco cleared his throat.
It was just a surprise fall—nothing serious.
Draco was a regional boxing champ, after all.
He didn’t want others to think that he was some pushover.
“Tilda, I know you hate me, and honestly, I don’t want anything to do with you, but you’re right….
“You beat me twice, fair and square. No matter how it went down, that’s the truth. I lost to you, and I just can’t accept it!
“Now that I’ve recovered, I want a real, fair boxing match with you. If I lose, I’ll disappear from your life for good and never bother you again. No complaints!”
Howard stared hard at Tilda, his fighting spirit burning bright in his eyes.
He spoke with absolute determination, his voice ringing through the gym.
Tilda’s gaze was calm and unreadable.
She hadn’t wanted to bother with an idiot like Howard.
But the way Howard acted just now really set her off.
If I don’t get this off my chest, I’m not getting any sleep tonight.
With a punching bag basically throwing himself at me, there’s no way I’m saying no.
“Howard, if you want to fight me, then you need to put something important on the line.
“I want your World Wrestling Championship Belt. If you lose, it’s mine!”
Howard hadn’t expected her to ask for that.
He hesitated for a moment, then gave a serious nod. “Deal.”
“And to keep you from going back on your word or pulling something dirty, I want you to ask someone to bring the belt over right now!”
Tilda knew Howard had brought the World Wrestling Championship Belt back to Slosa and kept it in his room.
The Jensons were always bragging about the belt and how Howard had earned it.
After all, he was the youngest Cetherlander ever to win the World Wrestling Championship.
He was basically a hero to Cetherlanders.
Tilda had even gone to see the belt herself in her last life.
But Howard caught her, kicked her in the stomach, and told her she didn’t deserve to look at his championship belt.
Back then, she’d held her stomach in pain, apologizing over and over, promising to never make him angry again.
Damn!
The more I think about it, the more pissed off I get!
I’m going to beat Howard senseless. I’ll crush his pride right under my feet!
I’ll show him that he’s nothing but a useless loser, and maybe he’ll finally stop bugging me for good!
“Is all this really necessary, Tilda? I already promised you…”
“You promised me? Like anybody’s going to trust a backstabbing snake like you?
“My terms are clear. If you want a match, bring the belt. No other option!”
Howard would never give up the chance to fight Tilda.
Since she had made her terms clear, he had no choice but to pull out his phone and call Wade, who was at home on break.
He told Wade to bring over the World Wrestling Championship Belt.
Wade’s brows furrowed slightly. “Howard, what are you up to?”
“I can’t explain over the phone. Just bring it over. I’ll tell you later.”
Beep, beep, beep…
Wade wasn’t sure what was going on, but Howard sounded dead serious, so he left a voice message for someone on WhatsApp.