A Wrestlers Story
You can always tell a real wrestler when you see one, it’s not their cauliflower ear, or never seeing them eat. But its their attitude, they always have something else on their mind, usually wrestling. We take every loss like we’ve just lost our last match.
Theres very few real wrestlers, most kids try it because they think it looks cool and it’ll help them bully people. They’ll never make it. I do it because its pretty much the only thing I have, my parents always fight, I can’t trust my friends, my life’s a mess. I come home, go straight to my room and train. Pushups, sit-ups, curls, all that. I only come out when I’m done then I lay down and dream about winning. Not just any match but the big one, the state championships, finals. But in the end I always end up losing. I go on though thinking I’ll get ‘em next time.
I’ve come so close, 1-0, double OT. When that final whistle blew I knew I had lost, and it was the worst feeling I ever had. Everyone said “good job” and “you wrestled your best and that’s all you can do”. But I hated myself I knew I could’ve held on. I didn’t though. Now it’s over and I may never get that close again but you can be sure I’ll never quit.