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.