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The Fight

Up early that morning getting prepped and ready. As the time nears, nerves fill your stomach. Your number is called and you step into the ring. You are there for blood. You give it your all. That's all you can do. When you win the fight polite congrats are due. You smile back and say "thank you". Inside you scream "Haha! I win!" When you leave the ring you start to calm down. After all it's just a dog show.

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Date: 4/29/2009 7:33:00 AM
Haha this is great, makes you thnk of wrestin lol
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