First Match Page #3

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...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?

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