The two strip their upper clothing and went down to under the strong, gushing waterfall.
Leron watched with fear for both their safety, hoping that they don't fight too hard. But both were stubborn and determined men, so he doesn't have much hope.
Vladstin was in total darkness with his eyes under a blindfold, and he felt the water over his head weighing him down. Still, he wore a mischievous grin.
He'll never lose.
Sangfroid was indifferent to this difficult terrain their in, and was ready to give it his all. He doesn't know the rules of wrestling though, so he asked Vladstin.
"How do we begin?"
"Huh!?" Vladstin asked. "I can't hear you from the noise!"
The waterfall really was so loud, and Sangfroid's voice was often too soft. So the Chief reluctantly went closer and spoke on Vladstin's ear.
"How shall we start? What are the rules?"
Seeing the close proximity of the two, Leron felt another pang of jealousy in his heart.
