As each match comes and goes, all you can think about is your match.
"Who is he?"
"Is he any good?"
"Can I...." You stop yourself there. Thinking like that is what makes everything you've done, all that training, worthless.
1 match left.
Rising, you walk over to the table. Removing your sweats to reveal your armor.
Slipping your headgear on like a spartan helmet. Nothing else matters anymore, it's just you, and an obstacle in the way of your goals. Most commonly called, opponent.
You look across the table, eyes unblinking, pain from the previous practice vanishes as if it were never there.
You and your opponent lock eyes, fire blazing as if Hell itself were hidden behind them.
Everything around you seems to disappear. The voices, the screaming families in the stands cheering on their boys.
The ref calls both of your names. Sending you to the center of the 28 foot battleground.
"Wrestlers shake hands..."
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The Mats
RandomEverything I am, is because of this sport right here.. Nothing will ever change that, and I hope that I will be the beginning of generations of wrestlers. "The Realest Sport" a song by TP and Esco is what inspired me to write this. About my Heaven...
