"Come on, again!" As Damon tried to get another takedown, Ty yelled out, and his voice rang through the room.
Ty, a heavyweight who was much bigger than Damon, spread out and pushed down on his shoulders to protect himself.
Even though there was resistance, Damon's resolve didn't change.
He adjusted quickly, switching to a single-leg attempt, his grip firm and controlled. Ty grunted as he had to put more effort into maintaining his balance.
"Damn, man," Ty muttered, gritting his teeth. "When did your wrestling get this good?"
Damon didn't answer right away. Instead, he pushed forward, and as Ty fought for control, Damon's foreheqd hit Ty's hip.
Ty was able to push him back, but it wasn't easy.
"You're stronger than you look, Cross," Ty said, stepping back and shaking out his arms. "But seriously, what's up with this? A couple of months ago, you barely even tried to wrestle, and now it's like you know everything."