The mat is a stage, the crowd is a roar, The wrestler steps up, his heart starts to soar. He’s trained for this moment, he’s ready to fight, His muscles are tense, his eyes shining bright.
The referee’s whistle blows, the match has begun, The wrestler moves quickly, his opponent undone. He twists and he turns, he flips and he throws, His strength and his skill on full display as he goes.
The sweat on his brow, the blood on his face, The wrestler keeps fighting, he won’t lose this race. He’s got the heart of a lion, the soul of a king, And he’ll keep on wrestling, no matter what life brings.
The match is now over, the wrestler has won, His hand is raised high, his victory is done. He’s proven his worth, he’s shown what he’s made of, And he’ll keep on wrestling, with passion and love.
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