The sound of a slap on the mat rings through your ears
As you get off your opponent, who is all in tears.
He has lost, while I get all the glory.
Although I feel bad for him, I am not very sorry.
He was pretty good, I am just better
While he sits the bench, I get my varsity letter.
The referee holds my hand up to the crowd,
And they scream my name, over and over, nice and loud.
I walk off the mat, upon my face is a grin
For I just got a nice, easy pin.
As I step off the mat I am congratulated by my team.
It is almost like I am having a great dream.
I find my seat on the bench and give a long sigh,
The next match is up, my moment has passed me by.