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The Ghetto Comeback Kids
It was the last wrestling match of the tournament, “This is my chance once again to try and earn a first place.”Jack thought. He battled his opponent, strategizing every move, Set-up to takedown to finishing move, repeating the process. Jack’s mind was split, one side thought methodically, calculating points, time, and position of his opponent while the other half was moving a hundred miles per hour acting on impulse. Then suddenly he sensed his head too close to his knee. His opponent’s snake like arms rocked him to his back. Despite Jack’s best efforts this move, the cradle, turned him into an infant, rather than the feared wrestler called the Hell Rider. The whistle blew and Jack stood up, cursing under his breath, knowing he’d been defeated again.
Jack the next day went back to his routine, waking up at six o’clock and biking to school alone knowing his only friend was himself. Jack planned out his schedule on the way: “School, then wrestli…
It was the last wrestling match of the tournament, “This is my chance once again to try and earn a first place.”Jack thought. He battled his opponent, strategizing every move, Set-up to takedown to finishing move, repeating the process. Jack’s mind was split, one side thought methodically, calculating points, time, and position of his opponent while the other half was moving a hundred miles per hour acting on impulse. Then suddenly he sensed his head too close to his knee. His opponent’s snake like arms rocked him to his back. Despite Jack’s best efforts this move, the cradle, turned him into an infant, rather than the feared wrestler called the Hell Rider. The whistle blew and Jack stood up, cursing under his breath, knowing he’d been defeated again.
Jack the next day went back to his routine, waking up at six o’clock and biking to school alone knowing his only friend was himself. Jack planned out his schedule on the way: “School, then wrestli…