First Match Page #2

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if you so nosey.

Coach sayI'm gonna be

his best lightweight.

They got a girls' wrestling team?

Nah, I'ma wrestle boys.

Never heard of no girls wrestling

on no boys' team.

Yeah, well... I'm better than you.

That right?

Come see for yourself.

Cut them nails before you hit the mat.

'Sup, troublemaker?

Still letting people on the team?

Practice starts at three.

Gives you exactly four minutes

to stop wasting my time.

- You ain't hear me?

- Coach, you need anything?

I said, you still letting people

on the team?

It's a boys' team.

Could've fooled me.

Besides, I need a positive outlet

for my anger.

Right, Coach?

No one here's interested in your games.

- You see me talking to you?

- Hey.

You wanna try out?

- Coach, you ain't serious.

- Take a knee. Now.

- You seen what she did to my girl?

- A knee.

How many of you

missed this morning's run?

Fifty push-ups, now.

- One.

- Damn! They all get punished?

What you waiting on?

...three, four...

- You like your earlobes?

- ...five, six...

Don't even think about

getting on my mat in those things.

...nine, ten...

What are you doing?

- What it look like?

- Pick it up. Pick it up.

Do those rolls. Come on, Monique.

Step deep, stay low.

Keep your center low. Elbows in.

One knee, keep the head up.

Quick transfer to the double.

Keep your head up.

Drive through with the ear

and your left leg.

All right.

Good, good, good. Okay, partner up.

One, two.

Omari.

Practice with me.

- Me and Jorge usually partner.

- So?

Let him practice with somebody else.

Switch.

It don't look right.

Get your head out fast. Come on.

How you gonna say that when I been

showing you sh*t for years?

Your pops' the one who been showing us.

- He only showing me now.

- What?

- Who you think training me?

- Get your girl in line.

Go eat some more tacos, fat-ass.

- Shut the f*** up.

- Hey.

Anyone planning to stay on this team

better be drilling now.

Tyson.

Pair up with Mo.

- Yeah, Ty!

- Tyson.

What? You ain't never touched a girl?

Today's your lucky day.

Hey! Opa!

My bad. Come on, let's wrestle.

Ah!

Damn! Now you a perv,

trying to feel some titty?

Tyson.

Switch with me.

F***ing p*ssy, yo.

Yo.

Oh, sh*t.

Other man, switch. Malik.

Stick to the drill.

Ain't nothing in it for a dude.

You beat a girl, you look like

a motherfucking roughneck,

don't know how to treat a female.

Get beat, you a straight b*tch.

So how's that my fault?

Remember that one time

I took you to get your hair braided?

You were small,

you were walking around all proud,

like you some type of queen.

The girl across the hall

from your grandma called you ugly.

Gave her a bloody nose, too.

Ain't never talk to me like that again.

When I came home and told you,

you slapped me upside the head.

Remember why?

'Cause I ain't raise you...

to give a sh*t what nobody else think.

Got our first match in two weeks.

Don't know how any of you

expect to make weight

if you can't even get your asses up

for morning run.

I'll be watching to see

who's ready for varsity.

Monique. Monique.

What?

Think you cute dressing your baby

all bougie for church?

Have you seen my pearls?

English, lady.

I'll pray for you.

Ten more seconds. Finish strong.

- Let's go, champ.

- Come on, wrestle hard.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Come on. Come on, yo.

Ooh.

- Chad, nine. Chris, four.

- Yeah!

All right, next up.

- Next up.

- Come on, O.

Go ahead, O.

- Let's get it, kid.

- That's enough.

That's enough. Omari.

You wresting off of 120,

or you busy wetting your pants?

Put her in her place, man.

Drop her ass.

- There it go.

- Yeah.

- Let's get that.

- There you go.

Duck under, man.

Don't tie up. Wrestle hard. Let's go, O.

Enough dancing,

somebody take a shot.

- See what I mean?

- Oh, damn!

- Sweep.

- Let's go, O. Get up.

Come on, O. Get out of that sh*t.

Here we go.

Come on, bro. She mad scrawny.

I would end this sh*t in 30 seconds.

Get her down, O.

No, no, no.

Ooh!

Damn. You gonna let a girl dominate?

Get up, O. Get up.

Oh! Sh*t.

Damn, O.

We got ourselves a new starter.

Get that signed before Saturday's match.

Thought we was gonna

have to call the ambulance.

Yeah, okay, okay.

You couldn't beat a girl.

What are you doing?

You so shook, you ain't even give me

a chance to take you

- and your big titties down.

- Oh!

Yo, you like it rough, huh?

- I'm down with that.

- Nigga, please.

Y'all too busy jerking each other off

at McDonald's to make morning run?

- Oh, sh*t.

- She's right.

All ya'll f***ing lazy.

Yo, Mo, is it true your dad trains you?

Yeah. So?

Omari said he won states.

He gonna come to the match?

He'll be there.

By a hundred-pound girl.

She was on your ass.

I let her win. You heard her.

She said, "My dad trained me."

You ain't gonna tell me

you were getting out?

I gotta find out in the streets.

Still need to lay low.

Yo, what up, shorty?

You remember Monique?

Yeah, I seen her round the way.

Growing up real nice,

just like her mommy.

What you need?

Nothing. Just came to let you know

I made varsity.

No sh*t?

What type of team you make, baby girl?

They got girls wrestling now.

You believe that sh*t?

Yeah, I can believe that.

I seen some b*tches get nastier

than my pits.

She got her pops' fighting genes,

I guess.

We got our first match on Saturday.

I'd like to see that.

All right, that it?

Starts at four. Hedgeman.

All right, then.

- So she's staying by you again?

- Nah.

You know I got a living situation

set up for you.

- Gotta think about it.

- What you mean, think about it?

I'm trying to give you a better situation.

You gotta think about that?

You don't answer her calls.

- You come home beat up.

- The f***'s she talking about?

Look. Covered in bruises.

Ain't like she think.

She's also missing some jewelry.

I told her I ain't steal

her ugly-ass earrings.

There's a group home in the Bronx

that has a spot open.

The Bronx? You know how far that is

from my school?

- There's a school near the home.

- No, look.

That wrestling coach she met,

he gonna teach me, like...

discipline and all that.

See?

- Wrestling?

- Yeah.

What's she saying? What's wrestling?

Uh...

I think... she joined

the wrestling team at her school.

Wrestling?

Like with costumes?

No, like in high school. The sport.

But that's not for girls.

Ask him, he gonna keep me

out of trouble. I swear.

Easy.

On the inside.

Foot on the inside, man!

Let's go.

Jamal, get your legs back.

What?

Let's go.

You know you gotta go beast

on their asses, right?

Come on, ref, make 'em wrestle.

Get to your base.

Get to your base.

They fit all right?

Yeah. Thanks.

Gotta loosen up.

You'll be all right.

Plus, the kid you're wrestling,

he's a freshman.

Besides, he ain't seen your magic weapon.

Mo. You're up.

Remember, keep him in front of you,

and don't tie up.

Look for the shot.

Hey, hey, where's your head at?

All right? Okay.

Seriously?

- How's this even allowed?

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