MACA (IC, Semi-Open)[Markion ONLY]

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MACA

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Now, you may be wondering, what is the MACA?

MACA stands for Markion Association of Collegiate Athletics.

Sporting events can be finalized as long as they are properly simulated in some way, shape, or form.

Rosters are posted in order of name and position.

Mens Athletics:
Baseball
Basketball
American Football
Swimming
Track
Hockey
Rugby
Lacrosse
Tennis
Cross Country
Skiing
Soccer
Golf
Volleyball
Folkstyle Wrestling

Womens athletics:
Basketball
Volleyball
Cross Country
Field Hockey
Golf
Gymnastics
Rowing
Skiing
Softball
Swimming
Tennis
Track
Freestyle Wrestling

Happy Sporting! -Phoenixia

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Vietschen Modensad University
57kg Fabio Kjolnik (Sophomore)
61kg Johann Erikssen (Freshman)
65kg Skjopel Fjordmann (Senior)
70kg Jüra Lojell (Senior)
74kg Aleks Österlander (Junior)
79kg Antoni Lanška (Senior)
86kg Florian Alfredsson (Junior)
92kg Kalven Schrisk (Sophomore)
97kg Anatoli Lielskiy (Senior)
125kg Luren Ljuul (Sophomore)

UV Öste
57kg Elija Smikov (Sophomore)
61kg Darin Fjelk (Junior)
65kg Milo Vlazovich (Freshman)
70kg Josljin Makajlev (Sophomore)
74kg Evjal Amenovich (Senior)
79kg Eiren Sikurov (Junior)
86kg Landovan Skiloan (Sophomore)
92kg Erik Luraja (Junior)
97kg Jans Melano (Sophomore)
125kg Ivano Sirinka (Senior)

Mausen University Kassau
57kg Kjel Arjelov (Senior)
61kg Sven Ljutman (Sophomore)
65kg Markus Kjuržka (Junior)
70kg Viktor Lanž (Senior)
74kg Henrik Almann (Junior)
79kg Jordan Kieler (Sophomore)
86kg Jakim Trentsev IV (Freshman)
92kg Jordan Kieler (Freshman)
97kg Owen Kormann (Senior)
125kg Lans Svjell (Junior)

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Central Erk, Emerstari

Ulrik looked around himself, he almost forgot that wrestling hadn't received nearly the fanfare as it did in Phoenixia. He evidently missed the wall of boos that he received when he beat Darin Fjelk or Markus Kjuržkai. Of course, Kjuržka was much less angered; they were regular practice partners over the summer.

The national championships were only a small step in his career, but it was a nice step to have passed before marrying the love of his life. The championships this year were in Erk, held in their fieldhouse. Ulrik somewhat laughed at a familiar sight. The crowd was dotted with spectators who fit the description of a Phoenixian gangster; track pants, wifebeaters, and buzzed heads.

He mostly walked through the bracket with a couple falls here, a tech there. The finals were supposedly going to be a challenge. Something something true freshman sophomore year King's University commit who he had to jog his memory wrestling at Prep Nationals in Gymnasjon.

His name was Per Ingmarssen, ranked number two behind Ulrik. With King's University supposedly joining in on the MACA, he had scored victories against wrestlers from Université Îles de Nord and Université Volodovka.

With the finals matches they had most definitely taken influence with the fanfare, there was only one mat, the lights were out and there was a spotlight. The announcer went above and beyond to announce names. The only camera broadcasting the event wasn't even Emerstarian, it was a PPB Sports camera.

Ulrik walked out totally zoned. He was ready to absolutely rip off this guy's head. His game plan was simple; find an upper body opening and end it. He was ready to get back to Ekkesburg and prepare for the wedding.

When the ref blew the whistle, he attacked right in and began to pummel for an over-under, level changing hard as he did so and switching his lead leg round and round again to shift weight as much as possible. If training with the Phoenixians had taught him one thing, it was to keep the pressure and make your opponent as uncertain as possible with as many unorthodox movements as you can make.

He felt his queue thirty-two seconds into the first period, a push from Ingmarssen's shoulder into his chest. He dropped levels with his over-under secured and turned hard to the ground. The crowd roared as Per's back exposed to the ground. The ref shot down to the ground to check the shoulders, paying close attention to the desperate squirm and attempt to bridge, the moment both shoulders touched the mat, he slapped the mat and blew his whistle.

Ulrik jumped up and pumped his fist. At this point these championships weren't the premier highlight of his year, but the last time he hit a wicked move like that was way back in November at the Mausen U Classic, and the adrenaline surged through his veins ever so nicely.

He met his somewhat disgruntled opponent in the center to shake his hand. After Per walked off, Ulrik sucked in the energy of the relatively small crowd as he got his hand raised.

A PPB reporter stopped him as he stepped off the mat to ask a quick round of questions, "Ulrik, how does it feel to win another national championship?"

"You know, it feels great, but MACA's are gonna be more of a challenge," he said breathing heavily.

"We talked to Ören Kiežki last week after his astonishing victory over Markus Kjuržka. He said he was ready to take you on, and that he could very well end a match with you in the first period," the reporter looked at the camera then Ulrik.

"That's absolute chicken scratch. You just saw what I did tonight. I took out Darin Fjelk last year, I took out half of Ören's competition this year, and the one time I could have faced him in Phoenixia, they subbed in a backup 65, so just tell him this," he put his hands on his hips, "Isk vänje," he looked at the camera as he spoke some of the little Phoenixian he knew.

"Now, shifting to a lighter topic, I hear you have plans for next week," the reporter smiled.

"Oh hell yeah I do."

"Would you care to tell us?"

"I'm marrying Etschelena Heliana Mausen!"

"Well, good luck Ulrik. It was nice talking."

"Yeah, no problem." He started his way to the locker room with a grandeur smile.