Stepped into the gym and looked around.
There were wreslters of all ages and sizes,
The title "Champion" was the prize.
A solid black singelet and matching shoes,
He stepped on the mat and knew what he had to do.
He shook his opponents' hand and stared into his face,
Nothing was going to come between him and first place.
The whistle blew and he was already in the triangle,
His opponenet was in the air; his feet began to dangle.
He took him down for an easy score of two,
But he didn't stop there; he knew what he had to do.
Behind his opponent, he arm-choped here,
and began to ride it, when an ankle-ride appeared.
He stays on him like white on rice,
and he knew couldn't be very nice.
His opponent excaped; a point for blue,
Upset, he charged, knowing what he had to do.
He grabed him in fish hooks and gave him a spin,
He hit a double and worked for the pin.
His opponent fought, he gave it his all,
The ref jumped to the mat and counted for near fall.
The ref slamed the mat andthe kid already knew,
That he came and he did what he had to do.
