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// The Long Road Begins 
// Story: The Real Wrestlers Of Equestria 
// by wrestleforever 
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Gold was a small pony before wrestling, but as he grew older, he became a very muscular and powerful stallion. He had a white coat, black and gold striped mane which was jagged upon the the edges of his hair. He never got his cutie mark until he won the Ponyville Classic. As soon as he stepped up on the first place podium, his cutie mark appeared. It was a red pony suplexing a blue pony. But before that, the Ponyville Plowers had a match against you know who. Gold-"I-I-Im nervous, B-Big M-Mac!" Big Mac-"ain't nothin' to be worried bout Gold, it happens to everypony, it's natural." Fillydelphia had a pretty good looking team. Their singlets were green with brown outlines. Ours were black with a fancy gold capital P on the front and back of the singlet. Whooves, Wreand Jefferey pinned their opponents 20 seconds. Pretty soon, I was up. I stepped on the line, shook the colts hoof and the ref blew the whistle.that w I was thinking of pinning the colt in a cradle but...that wasn't gonna happen. As soon as the whistle blew, he ankle-picked me and sent me back 5 feet. He got on too of me and cross-faced the fuck out of me. He put me in a far-side cradle and pinned me in about thirty seconds. The ref raised the other colts hoof. I shook my coaches hand and trotted off the mat. I sat their...thinking to myself..."Losing fucking sucks! I'm never ever ever gonna lose another fucking match as long as I live!" Our next match was against Manhattan. I worked my fucking plot off. I never worked harder for anything in my life! I trained nonstop for two weeks. My body felt like crap beaten into crap. I was ready for my next match. After 4 weeks of nonstop training, and I was ready. Manehattan's ass was grass and I was the lawnmower. Boy was I wrong. Our entire team got wrecked. Only me, mac, and that buff pony(I never really learned his name) they had a filly on their team. She was the best wrestler on the team. Guess who had to wrestle her...me. When we stepped on the mat, she have me a cocky look. As soon as the whistle blew, I single-legged her and took her down. You will never understand how awkward it is to wrestle a filly. I was always raised to not hit a filly. I was always raised to never hit a filly, but when you're on too of her and her father is cheering her on from the stands...trust me...you don't wanna do it. I kicked her ass though. After the ref raised my hand, I got a feeling of happiness and pride inside of me. "So this is what winning feels like? I could get used to this!"