As I stand underneath these lights
While the fans pack in by flights
In this place I call my home
The outcome shall be unknown
I take my place in this fight
In which I will use all my might
And as my heart starts to beat fast
I think this could be my last
As I wait for the slap
Of the ref's hand to the mat
And as my hand is held up high
I let out the cry
Of Victory
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