Gold had galloped out to the mat, tied the green ankle band around his back left hoof. His opponent, a light brown pony, silver mane, green singlet and black headgear stepped on the line, gold could tell that he wanted to crossface him on the mat. It's funny...because he had the same idea. The referee had brought them to the middle and they shook hooves. The referee blew the whistle, and the match began.
Author's Note
This is actually the prologue, not chapter one, sorry
Gold was a small pony before wrestling, but as he grew older, he became a very muscular and powerful stallion. He had a white coat, black and gold striped mane which was jagged upon the the edges of his hair. He never got his cutie mark until he won the Ponyville Classic. As soon as he stepped up on the first place podium, his cutie mark appeared. It was a red pony suplexing a blue pony. But before that, the Ponyville Plowers had a match against you know who. Gold-"I-I-Im nervous, B-Big M-Mac!" Big Mac-"ain't nothin' to be worried bout Gold, it happens to everypony, it's natural." Fillydelphia had a pretty good looking team. Their singlets were green with brown outlines. Ours were black with a fancy gold capital P on the front and back of the singlet. Whooves, Wreand Jefferey pinned their opponents 20 seconds. Pretty soon, I was up. I stepped on the line, shook the colts hoof and the ref blew the whistle.that w I was thinking of pinning the colt in a cradle but...that wasn't gonna happen. As soon as the whistle blew, he ankle-picked me and sent me back 5 feet. He got on too of me and cross-faced the fuck out of me. He put me in a far-side cradle and pinned me in about thirty seconds. The ref raised the other colts hoof. I shook my coaches hand and trotted off the mat. I sat their...thinking to myself..."Losing fucking sucks! I'm never ever ever gonna lose another fucking match as long as I live!" Our next match was against Manhattan. I worked my fucking plot off. I never worked harder for anything in my life! I trained nonstop for two weeks. My body felt like crap beaten into crap. I was ready for my next match. After 4 weeks of nonstop training, and I was ready. Manehattan's ass was grass and I was the lawnmower. Boy was I wrong. Our entire team got wrecked. Only me, mac, and that buff pony(I never really learned his name) they had a filly on their team. She was the best wrestler on the team. Guess who had to wrestle her...me. When we stepped on the mat, she have me a cocky look. As soon as the whistle blew, I single-legged her and took her down. You will never understand how awkward it is to wrestle a filly. I was always raised to not hit a filly. I was always raised to never hit a filly, but when you're on too of her and her father is cheering her on from the stands...trust me...you don't wanna do it. I kicked her ass though. After the ref raised my hand, I got a feeling of happiness and pride inside of me. "So this is what winning feels like? I could get used to this!"
Gold-"When I was just an innocent little colt, I didn't really know who I was or what my purpose was.I was walking to school one day with my friend Big Macintosh although he preferred Big Mac. He was quiet, yet strong and highly intelligent, caramel had followed us on our way there. I didn't not like him, but he always got weird whenever he was around big mac. He also got like that whenever he was around hi little sister." Big Mac-"caramel, shouldn't you be at preschool" Caramel-"hehe, maaaybe." When we got older, we found out that he was bisexual. I was kind of weirded out but I had strang feeling but I kind of knew. He was dating AJ to this day, but even AJ knew he used to have a crush on big mac.(back to the story)When we got to school, Ms.Delucia had announced that we were starting the sports unit. As she was rambling on about pegasi sports, I was dozing off into space, while my eyes were wandering, I saw Cheerilee with her purple coat and brightish mane(she was a filly at this time). She too was not payin attention to Ms.Felicia's lecture
She caught me in my daze and smiled at me. I was thinking to myself, "like she would actually smile at ME." When I looked to my right, and noticed big mac smiling at her. They were both blushing.Gold-"Dude big mac, nice, hit that shit!" He looked at me with embarassment and anger in his face. I chuckled. When Ms.Delucia had gotten to the earth pony sports. I heard her mention the word "wrestling." I was intrigued by that word. I saw images of ponied slamming and throwing one another. I saw single legs, double legs, high crotches, suplexes, cradles, spladles, merkels, so many things that i've never seen before. I wanted to know more about this sport. I went to sign up and made the varsity team. The colt at my weight was a turd. The first practice, my mind couldn't wrap itself around the sport, I was overwhelmed by everything. About 4 weeks after our first practice, our coach announced that our first match was against Fillydelphia
We called them the fillydelphian fillies. Our team consisted of-in order from lightest to heaviest-whooves, wrench, soarin loudmouth, jeffery hooves(derpy hooves older brother who passed away), me big mac, and that buff pony who's wings we're to disfigured an small for him to fly so he was allowed to wrestle. He always yelled for some reason. Our coach announced that the match was in two weeks.
Author's Note
The fillydelphian fillies basically represent pequea valley. We call them pukeway valley cuz dey auk. I'm from PA cuz that's where pequea is.
