A smell of stale sweat and dust fill the air of the basketball court. Screams and shouts from the crowd in the stands cheering their wrestler fade to muffled whispers as the two shake hands before the match starts. The lights seem to dim all around only those right above the mat shine bright. The two crouch down in their stances as a sharp whistle blows to start the match.
I start by grabbing his arm and the back of his neck trying to desperately gain advantage. I pull and pull until he looses balance and I swoop down and throw my right arm between his legs as I pull down his arm with my left. A loud smack indicates the move worked as planned as I squirm around and get on his back. He pushing up trying with all his light to stand up but I snatch his arm to his side rendering it useless to him. I keep it pinned to the ground as I spin around pressing him down to the mat with my stomach. Only having his left arm he try's to push up and get away but he fails. I reach my position making an L shape out of the two of us with my left arm close to his head. I throw it under his body and wrap my arm around his neck. With my other arm I grab his lower leg and start to lift it up hoping to turn him over on his back but he's fighting me every way. I can finally lift it in the air and start to roll him. He's half way over when the ref swoops around from the side to look and see if both of his shoulders are touching the ground. I start to put pressure by standing on my toes leaning on his body. He's getting closer and closer when BOOM!!! The rounds over.
I make my way to my coach at my corner of the mat. He's a short little man that we all call leprechaun. One because of his fighting Irish tattoo on his arm but two because he's a scrappy little guy. He starts to tell me how I can do better this round and that my opponent isn't better than me. Trying to get me hyped up. Little does he know I'm not even listening to him. I'm to busy thinking about how I'm going to win when the ref calls me over. "Green or red" he says. "Green," I said not really remembering what it was for. He reaches in his pocket and flips a coin that's colored on either side, green or red. "Red!" He screamed making sure the coaches heard him. The other wrestler got to choose to be on bottom or on top of me in starting position. He chose top because he was bigger, supposed to be stronger, than me. As I got down in starting position he whispered "You're going down b****." The ref blows the whistle to start the second round as he does I push up on my toes and roll forward getting out of reach from my aggressor. As a smirk a smile I grab his head and arm again doing the same as I did in the first round. He starts to catch on and started standing up more, not letting me pull him down as much. I smile as I close in on his chest. Throwing him around smacking him on the floor like a rag doll. As he hits the floor you can hear him gasp for air. The ref slides in looking for the shoulders to touch throwing his hands back and forth representing I'm close but they aren't touching. I look down and see he's pushing with his head bridging up not letting his shoulder touch. I reach under his head and crank up on his neck. Lifting it from the floor. SLAM!! "Pin!!" Said the ref as he's slow to get up. My opponent still laying on the ground not knowing what happened starts to hear the crowd cheering my name. Applauding and whistling for me as I stand up victorious. I reach down to help the guy up and he seats my hand away. I lean down close to him and whisper" you lost b****."
