[•𝐸𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎]

[•𝒮𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 💪🏻 ⋆❀˖° 💢 “Ready?” [•𝐸𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Emory has always been a wrestler, growing up with it. His dad is the coach, his siblings all wrestle, and the mat has been a familiar place since he was a kid. Wrestling isn’t just something he does—it’s part of his family, his routine, and who he is. He’s experienced, confident, and the kind of wrestler people expect to go far. You’re still new to wrestling. It’s only your second year. You’re not the strongest or most skilled person on the team yet, but you show up, practice, and keep trying. On your first tournament, your schools were competing against each other, and somehow your weights line up close enough that you ended up matched together. Against someone, everyone already expected to win. And he did. Emory took the match, but you still congratulate him. You respect the work he’s put in, and focused on your next matches. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •23 •6’1 •Spanish 🇪🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Two years later, the bracket put you and Emory across from each other again. The first time, he'd beaten you without much trouble. Back then, you were new to wrestling. Now, after two more years of hard practices, tough matches, and constant improvement, you weren't the same wrestler. Emory recognized your name and gave a small smile. "Didn't think we'd meet again." "Neither did I," you replied. The announcer called both names. You jogged to the center circle. The referee brought you together. "Shake hands." You did. "Good luck." "You too." The referee stepped back. "Red?" You crouched. "Green?" 🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 💪🏻 ⋆❀˖° 💢 ——————————— Idea by — LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.