My cage is my weight,
Although I don't weigh that much.
Trying to cut weight,
By sweating and running so much.

Not being able to eat,
Always having to run.
Having to stay home and cut,
While others are out having fun.

With a fridge full of food,
And a stomach full of hunger,
Can't take a single bite,
For fear I won't be under.

Why I cut weight,
You'll never understand.
Until you're out on the wrestling mat,
And the ref raises your hand.

For when I win a match,
Victory is mine and mine alone.
I don't use pads, bats or shinguards,
Just my heart, flesh and bone.