First Match Page #4

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- 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.

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