I was a rag doll. I was literally being moped all over the mat. I felt like a complete newb from a video game, except this wasn't a game. Three weeks through wrestling practice and I still had trouble getting off the bed. I walked down the hallways of my school as if I had a baseball bat shoved up my... well you know what I mean. Other kids looked at me weird just because of that. The worse part is, I had to continue going to practice with my body being horribly sore. Derek on the other hand, had it easy. He was one of the best wrestler in the team, but that's because he always had his brother to train with. Our team was based on ten other wrestlers.
Wrestling wasn't much of a 'big deal' for the rest of the school, even though we worked our asses off. "After wrestling, life is easy." coach kept saying. Those words stayed in my head like glue.
My actual weight is 133 lbs. and I had to wrestle in 126 lbs. so I had to lose almost 10 pounds. It wasn't easy for me since I was already skinny. I didn't had much of a choice since I was the only person near that weight class. Not only that, but I couldn't go in a decent diet; I only had junk food back at home. We couldn't afford much groceries, so what ever my parents brought home from work I'd eat it or starve to death.
It's 8:47 pm, coming from our first meet. I lost, obviously. Only lasted half a minute in the match; very embarrassing. My face is in so much pain from getting cross-faced multiple times. I almost started to look like Sylvester Stallone. Now I'm in the bus resting my head against the window looking up in the moon. I lost my intention in playing any games tonight. I just want to take a warm shower, eat , and sleep like there is no tomorrow.
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