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Red blotched scarred face, Clenched teeth, Mouth with a sour bitter taste, Scarlet eyes bleeding pain, Agitated menacing thoughts in the brain, Balled up fists, white bruised knuckes, Tense,alert body
A square is my battlefield where I fight to survive without a sword and shield I prosper and thrive technique and hard work are my weapons of my choice It’s just me and the sound of my fans voice
Dear wrestling, You are my opponent, Were on the mat shaking one anothers hand, The ref blows the whistle and the crowd disappears.
One year ago he didn't think he ever could he trained and trained and always came up short he never thought he ever would now he is chasing his dreams
One year ago he didn't think he ever could he trained and trained and always came up short he never thought he ever would now he is chasing his dreams wrestling with his favorite team
This is our wrestling mat. It isn’t much to see. Sort of furrowed yet flat. The number of soles it has held has given it a soul.
Anybody got a mat? What do ya mean what for? To wrestle on, of course! Yeah girls wrestle. Are you kidding me? I have seen plenty: The soft yellow State Championship mats,
I stand alone and remember all that has happened here, The creation of bonds, the passage to manhood, The increase in strength both mental and physical, The sewing of brotherhood, and the molding of devotion.
Some say you must hate to lose, more than you love to win.
I went roaming in their territory,
I went roaming (Villanelle poem) I went roaming in their territory, They can break and bruise me, I'll never stop fighting Snickering and doubting me, I am neither strong nor skilled,
As I walk down the halls of my humble abode, Everyones smiles look depleatd and scorn. A Princess who is this years 2014 prom queen, A criminal who is bastardly and obscene.
I'ts more than a game, It's a passion. I step on my mat, hungry for victory. Speed and strength is my disease... I attack like a beast with an assassin's mentality.