The Wrestler

Breaking bones,

Shattering skulls.

Diving in,

Rolling through.

Hitting the turnbuckle,

Cracking your knuckles.

Rolling them up,

Getting submissive.

Trying not to tap,

As the hold,

Gets tighter.

Ropes far,

The grab further.

Using your strength,

As you reach out.

Touching the rope,

Rolling away.

Hopping to the corner,

Feeling the weakness.

As your back hits,

The turnbuckle.

Thinking to yourself,

I can't lose,

And i won't lose.

Flying high from the top,

Landing the frog splash.

Your opponent down,

You go for the pin.

Yet they kick out,

Your down and out.

They roll you over,

Into another submission.

Agonizing in pain,

You fight.

Feeling the pressure,

But you are the wrestler.

Not all will be wins,

Most will be losses.

Being a wrestler,

Is not easy.

Not by long shot,

But you've only got one.

One shot,

So take it.

Hey everyone!! i am back with something new here. surely by the title you know what this is about ha ha. being a wrestler is not an easy job at all. they put there bodies at risk every day for every match that they are in. the pain they feel is crazy. heck, the moves they do are outstanding. yet dangerous as well. but hey, they all have chances to go far in the wrestling industry. so being hardcore is just a way of being a better wrestler in my opinion. more of the hardcore the better they will become.

but this poem here is dedicated to some of the close friends who are wrestlers and are definitely going to go far with there wrestling. those people are Darain, Luke,Ryan,Chazz, And one of my favorites so far is my buddie joey, or as his ring name is Dakoda Orion.