Chapter 2

Tryouts

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Disclaimer- don't own Cirque du Freak, Darren Shan does.

AN-the grammar mistake that is repeated is intended, if you read the book you will get it

I have to admit, I have never actually wrestled before, except when I'm messing around for fun. Of course me and Dylan had to be idiots and decided it would be better than indoor track or swimming. Then of course our basketball team hasn't won a game in five years, so wrestling it is.

Dylan slaps me on the back, "You ready bro?"

"When am I not ready?"

"Well you sure as well look ready. Just don't think of me to do anything on," Dylan winks at me.

"Asshole!"

"You know you love me."

"Dudes," Sam steps between us, "chill. Matt's just on edge cause he's scared he won't be MVP like he was in football. Unlike you and I Dylan, Matt isn't big enough to wrestle."

I roll my eyes, "I'm not that small."

"Yeah, you're only like five six."

"So what, I am still way better and more muscular than you guys!" I get punched for that.

The coach blows the whistle and we laugh before we hurry up and change before running out into the gym to tryout.

Standing with everyone else, it does show that I'm definitely shorter than others. However because of my weight, I'm in a higher weight class. Not that it matters, but my friends do tend to tease me about it.

"Okay everyone," Coach yells, "get in line near the scale. I will then put you all into pairs and you can guess the rest."

He blows his whistle and we all do as we are told.

Half an hour later we are all standing watching other people wrestle, waiting for it to be our turn. Dylan and Sam get paired together. Sam wins. I know Dylan is pissed. He always wants to be the best. I beat him in football; Sam just beat him in a match. It may just be one but Dylan doesn't think that way.

Coach calls my name and I take a deep breath before stepping onto the mat. Across from me, I see Bill, a senior who also happens to have won the division last year. We look in each other's eyes and I swear he growls at me.

The second we begin I know that wrestling will never be my sport. Bill is better than me, and then my back is on the floor. One…two… before coach gets to three a red haze covers my vision and suddenly I'm not pinned any more.

The coach blows his whistle and it ends. Coach comes up and grabs the hand of the victor. Me.

Everyone around me high fives me, but I can't even pay any attention. I just beat a guy who hasn't lost in three years. I've never wrestled in my life. I want to know how the hell I did what I did, and I don't think it was simply natural talent.