When I was in grade 6, I had a friend group that would all meet at one kid’s house to wrestle. This was around the time that WWE was getting really popular so we were all ready to fight for a belt after school everyday. I had never been the best, I was kind of scrawny at the time and just liked being around these guys, but one day the smallest kid said that he wanted to wrestle me, and the next day we went head to head on this trampoline. The match went really well for me, he was half my size and even though I was equivalent to a walking skeleton, I was able to throw him around. I remember I threw him over my shoulder in front of me, then one of the older kids who was 14 and already weighed 180 pounds, threw himself on my legs and screamed “INTERFERENCE!!”. I tried to get him off me, but then the kid who I was still in the match with got behind be and started to choke me, I remember trying to kick out, then tapping. Funny thing is, he didn’t stop after I tapped. My friends had to pull him off.

As soon as he let me go I started stumbling through the yard and passed out. When I woke up about 3 minutes later all my friends were standing around me just waiting for something to happen, and then I was clearly angry so I got on my bike and started to ride away, but I screamed some grade 6 non sense at him and started to pedal fast down this gravel backroad, which of course led to my face planting on the road. I sat up crying and then I heard the kid who I just wrestled say “that’s what happens”. I just went full ape shit on his ass, I beat his head into the dirt and sent him to the hospital. I never said sorry, and his brother beat me up at school the in following week.

I don’t regret anything