First Match

After school, Kraisee would see Jackson training for basketball and he would always watch on the side lines. Sometimes he would approach and talk to him but mostly he thought he would intrude if he did so he just minded his business. One day when he was walking by, Jackson noticed him and started talking to him.

"What's up bro." Jackson said.

"The sky." Kraisee told him and Jackson coldly stared at him for a second.

Have you thought of a sport that you wanted to do yet?" He asked Kraisee.

"Um, yeah."

"Well, what are they?" Jackson urged on.

"I'm doing wrestling." Kraisee told him.

"Really, when's the first match?" Jackson asked curiously.

"In a few weeks. I needed to gain a few pounds but, who cares y'know? I got to eat more than I usually do so...Oh! Since I'm already at the weight I need to be, I can just continue eating the same amount I've been eating to stay this weight!" Kraisee told him.

"Lucky, in basketball we need to stay sharp and always active." Jackson groaned.

"Lucky? Have you seen our training?" Kraisee asked.

"No, but now that you say so I want to see it." Kraisee then brought him to the gym that he would go to to do his training. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants so his physique was hidden to everyone.

"I guess you're already dressed for a workout so let me just strip real quick." Kraisee began to take his hoodie and sweatpants off. Under that, he wore a black compression shirt and white shorts that showed off his quads. Kraisee was really built for how short he was. Wearing all the baggy clothes he did, no one knew that he was so good looking.

"Damn! You look better than Hisan." Jackson told him.

"Really? What does he look like?" Kraisee asked.

"Lemme show you." Jackson brought out his phone and showed him a picture of him and Hisan posing. Hisan was tall and lean. He was lacking in the chest and back unfortunately along with his calves.

"Damn, this is shit." Kraisee told him.

"Yeah, after seeing you, I'm jealous man." Jackson said.

"Don't be bro. I've seen you practice, you got them hops for real." Kraisee told him.

"I know, but I'll never be as aesthetic as you are." Jackson said.

"Well, I've gained some fat because of bulking but if I cut weight, I'm pretty sure I'd be around 160?" Kraisee told him.

"Well, let's get to working out." Jackson said.

Today, Kraisee's workout mostly consisted of weightlifting and powerbuilding. They did flat benches, deadlifts, weighted dips, weighted pullups, explosive pushups, burpees, and a lot more exercises that built muscle and explosiveness.

After the workout, both of them were really tired out. Especially Kraisee because his cardio and endurance wasn't as good as Jackson's.

"Woo, that was a workout." Jackson exclaimed.

"Yeah, y'know it." Kraisee told him.

"Damn, you are fucked up." Jackson pointed out.

"Your cardio is better than mine so obviously you're less tired." Kraisee told him. They then went into the back and posed in front of the mirrors after getting a pump. Jackson took a few pictures and then they went home.

The next day, Hisan came up behind and said, "What's up big guy?"

"What?" Kraisee asked.

"Bro, Jackson showed us those pictures of you and holy shit, you are sexy as fuck bro." Hisan told him.

"Ayo! But thanks." Kraisee said while biting his lips.

"Stop being gay." Elizabeth told them.

"Ooh, Elizabeth. Want some tea and crumpets?" Kraisee mocked her in a bad British accent.

"You're so rude!" Elizabeth said.

"Okay, and? Not like you can do anything." Kraisee told her as he sat back in his chair.

"Bro, I've seen the photos of you. You don't look that strong." Elizabeth told him.

"Yeah, I'm not. Not compared to a vampire I'm not!" Kraisee told her.

"Aye man, don't diss on my man's like that bro." Jackson stepped in, "He may not look strong, but he was actively benching 315 with ease."

"Also, I have a match in a few weeks so I need to be ready for that." Kraisee said.

After school, Kraisee went back home which was a regular 2 story home with a sizable backyard and driveway large enough to fit a handful of cars. When he returned, there were 3 cars instead of 2. The two cars he knew were his dad's and sister's, a blue Sedan and a red Toyota. But the third car was a black civic which he had never seen before. When he entered, he saw his sister and her friend in front of the TV. His sister's friend wore a grey hoodie and black leggings while his sister wore an oversized black shirt with baggy cargo pants. His sister's friend's skin was really light and she had long purple hair and bright purple eyes.

"Aye!" His sister called for him.

"What?" Kraisee asked.

"Go fetch me a water bottle boy!" She said jokingly.

"Fuck you bitch!" Kraisee flashed the middle finger and his sister ran for him. Jessie chased after Kraisee around the living room for a few seconds until she was tired out.

"You don't wanna dot his man. I am much more athletic than you are." Kraisee told her.

"No shit! You're a martial artist while I'm an engineering student." Jessie pointed out.

"Wait, he does wrestling?" Jessie's friend asked.

"Yeah, he's pretty big honestly." Jessie told her. "Oh, this is Kimberly by the way." She told Kraisee.

"Oh, can I see?" Kimberly asked.

"What, his body?" Jessie asked.

"Yes, I wanna see how big he is." Kimberly told her.

"Okay...Take your jacket and pants off, I know you have shit under." Jessie commanded him.

"Okay fine." Kraisee groaned. He took off his jacket and joggers to reveal a black muscle shirt and black silky shorts.

"Oh wow...Do you know my sister by chance?" Kimberly asked him.

"Is your sister Elizabeth?" He asked because her and Elizabeth resembled each other.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Oh, I've been her friend since I was like 2." Kraisee told her as he put his clothes back on.

"Yeah, my sister always talks about how mean you are to her. But she also talks about how smart and wonderful you are as a friend." Kimberly told him.

"Aye, call me a victim cause all these bitches think that I'm a ten." He said as he ran up to his room.

"Oh my god this dumbass." Jessie said as she rubbed her forehead.

Kraisee opened the door to his room and from behind the door popped out Elizabeth.

"Ah!" She startled him.

"Holy shit!" Kraisee cried really loudly. Loud enough for Jessie and Kimberly to run up stairs to see what was wrong.

"What happened?" Jessie asked as she came up the stairs. She peeped into his room and saw Elizabeth sitting on his bed.

"Kimberly, your sister's in there."

"How the fuck did you get in here?" Kimberly asked as she approached her.

"I flew in through the window." Elizabeth told her.

"Holy shit bruh..." Kraisee says as he gasps for air and stands back up.

"You can't scare him like that." Kimberly tells Elizabeth.

"Okay." She said as she pouts.

"Now, you two do whatever." Kimberly says as she leaves the room and goes back stairs with Jessie.

"Ayo." Kraisee hears his sister say from afar.

"You heard her. Let's do whatever." Elizabeth says as she bends down to his face.

"Fuck away from me bro." Kraisee pushes her away. "What are you even here?"

"I need help with my homework!" She cried.

"You could've just called me!"

"I could?" She asked.

"Yes! You have my number dumbass!" Kraisee exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, I do..."

"Oh my god, just shut the door." Elizabeth closes the door and takes out her text books from her bag.

"So, which ones do you need me to help you on?" Kraisee asked.

"Don't you have the same homework as me?" She asked.

"No, I take AP Math and AP Science while you take the regular core classes." Kraisee told her.

"Oh, so this'll be easy for you then, yes?" She asked.

"Yeah." After basically doing the homework for her and going through a lot of frustration and struggle, they finally got done.

"Damn, would you look at the time. It's 8 o'clock, guess you should get going." Kraisee said as he laid back in his bed. Elizabeth left the room and ran downstairs. She came back up a few moments later and told him, "My sister said that she's staying the night so I can too."

"Oh my god bruh." Kraisee groaned. "Fine, but you're sleeping on the floor if you're gonna do that, okay?"

"Okay!" Elizabeth said happily. Kraisee got a few blankets together and laid them out on the floor so that she could sleep there.

"Y'know, I never could do any sleepovers because of how blood thirsty I was. My parents were scared that I might've bitten a kid and then we would get sued so, never really had these in my life." Elizabeth said out of nowhere.

"Y'know, telling me this doesn't really help you right? In fact, I feel inclined to make you leave." Kraisee told her.

"What? No! Please don't make me leave!" She begged as she grabbed onto his pants. Kimberly then opened the door and asked, "Hey, y'all want some curry?" She paused. Kraisee slowly looked at her with a disgusted look and shaking his head.

"Well, looks like she is already gonna have meat so no worries." She said jokingly and began to leave.

"Get your sister man!" Kraisee called for her.

"Huh! Kimberly! He wants me to leave because I told him about why I wasn't allowed to have sleepovers when I was younger!" Elizabeth wined.

"Bitch, I don't blame him! Your bites fucking hurt! I bet they hurt even more now that you're 15 and not fucking 6 years old." Kimberly told her. "Just go downstairs and eat."

Elizabeth goes downstairs and Kimberly motions Kraisee to go too. He leaves his room and Kimberly closes the door and follows him. She then gets right behind him and puts an arm over his neck.

"Y'know, if you don't watch that girl you're gonna be a victim just like you said in that wonderful line." Kimberly tells him.

"Gonna? I'm already a victim of her childish behavior and immature antics." Kraisee responds.

"Don't be so harsh on her. You've known her since childhood so I don't think you can really hate her that much."

"I don't hate her, I just want her to act her age." Kraisee exclaimed.

"And her age is an immature teen who doesn't know any better. So let her be, stop her if she goes too far, and help her. Do it for my sister please." Kimberly tells Kraisee warmly.

"Alright, I'll try at least."

"Thank you." Kimberly says then kisses him on the forehead and goes downstairs. Her red lipstick is now on his face and so her violently rubs it but it just spreads. He runs to the bathrooms and rubs it off of him. He dries off his face and finally makes his way downstairs.

"Uh, you ungrateful brat." Kimberly says to him.

"What, what'd he do?" Jessie asked.

"I kissed him on the forehead making sure to leave a mark and he's gone to wash it off."

"That's just how he is. He acts like a fucking adult man." Jessie tells her.

"Yeah..."

At the dinner table, they're eating the curry when Kraisee all of a sudden begins to crack up.

"Bro, what are you laughing about?" Jessie asked.

"Bro! The overthinking hooper!" He then busts out laughing.

"Lemme see that!" Jessie grabs his phone and looks at what he was reading. "If you're life was a book title, what would it be called? The overthinking hooper-" Jessie then also busted out laughing.

"Maybe I was wrong. Neither of y'all are mature." Kimberly says.

A few weeks go by and it's now the day of Kraisee's first match in wrestling. He did wrestling in Ottawa but never in the states so he didn't know if the rules were different. Good thing they were doing freestyle wrestling and not another kind. It would be the first time that the entire school got to see how he looked under all the clothes he wore. His opponent was Francis Cejudo, an 11th grader who was the only other one in their weight class so he was the only person he could wrestle with. Well, he could only wrestle 6 times a year so being able to wrestle someone older and probably stronger would help him grow. Francis had a buzz cut and had an endomorph shape. He almost looked like a powerlifter. There was more fat on him than the previous times that Kraisee had seen him, probably because of the bulk. He was Mexican so his skin was a bit lighter than Kraisee's and he was taller. Francis is about 5'9 while Kraisee is only 5'6.

Francis walks out of the locker room after fist bumping Kraisee and is cheered on by many people. He wore a red and black singlet with his last name on the back. Because Kraisee's hair was longer, he tied it back in a bun and after this name was called, he walked out wearing a blue and white singlet. Barely anyone cheered for him because no one knew who he was, he was just some kid that was friends with the popular kids they thought. But rather, the audience was filled with awe. They were amazed by how in shape he was even if he had a bit more fat on him than usual. Kraisee pops his neck, back, and hands before shaking Francis' hand. After they shake hands, the match begins.

Francis shoots to grab him by the traps but Kraisee ducks and pulls his down by the legs. Kraisee locks in Francis' arms and pushes his shoulder blades down onto the mat. Kraisee is using his shoulder for the right blade, and uses his hand for the left blade. After 2 seconds, he wins with a pin.

Everyone cheered for Kraisee. They were probably scared of him but they were cheering nonetheless. Francis and Kraisee dap each other up and then they bump shoulders. Kraisee looks into the crowd and Jackson is jumping up and down with joy.

"That's what I'm talking about! Let's go!" He cried out.

Kraisee laughs and goes back into the locker room. He changed out into his compression shirt and cargo pants while tying his jacket around his waist and just sitting on the benches judging and analyzing the other matches. He's standing against the bleacher walls until Kimberly comes up behind him and pats him on the shoulder.

"That was amazing man!" She congratulates him.

"Thanks."

"Y'know, my boyfriend is about to come out for his match now?" She tells him.

"Your boyfriend wrestles?" Kraisee asked.

"Yeah."

"What's his name?" Kraisee asked.

"Oh, his name is Vincent Jonesboro." Kimberly tells him.

"Vincent! Your boyfriend is Vincent! Oh my god, I feel bad for his opponent." Kraisee says.

"Oh, y'know him?"

"Yeah, he would spar with me because there was no one else on his level. Well, that's what he said at least." Kraisee tells her.

"Oh really? Oh, he's going now!"

Vincent walks out and he has short curly blonde hair. He is Canadian so he is lighter than most and he is kinder. He is massive for someone who is 5'10.

"He is wrestling at 205 even though he normally wrestles at 185 so he might have a disadvantage." Kraisee mumbles to himself.

Vincent and his opponent are grabbing each other by the traps and keep circling around the mat. But then Vincent picks up his opponent and slams him down onto the mat. His opponent is smart and rolls over onto his chest and pushes himself up but Vincent picks him up and slams him back down on his back. Vincent pins him down and after 2 seconds Vincent wins.

"Woo! You go honey!" Kimberly cheers along with everyone else. Vincent notices Kimberly and Kraisee so he walks over to them. Kraisee is on his phone taking notes and when he looks up he sees a massive 205 pound man swiftly walking towards him.

"Holy shit! You startled me bro." Kraisee tells him.

"Sorry OG. Aye, see you at practice after school?" He asks.

"Yeah, gotta make sure you're not able to beat me." Kraisee tells him.

"Aye, imma catch up to you one day." Vincent tells him.

"Wait, catch up? I thought you were better than him." Kimberly says in confusion.

"Oh no, that man is too good for me. You see how jacked he can stay while bulking? I had a bulk and I look like crap! He is a true warrior. Did you tell her how I wrestle with you because you're the only person on my level?"

"Yeah." Kraisee replies.

"Wait what?" Kimberly was still confused.

"Baby, he is a better wrestler than me. He has beaten me every time that we've sparred. He is much more superior." Vincent tells her.

"But how?" Kimberly asked.

"Look, I've been doing wrestling since the 4th grade so I know what to do ight? This man, sorry, your man has only been wrestling for 3 years now." Kraisee tells her, "You're a junior right?"

"Yeah."

"He's only been wrestling since coming to high school. I've been wrestling since I was in elementary school. I've been in many fights! Hell, I used to fight Jackson all the time!" Kraisee then points to Jackson and he waves back.

"Damn, you used to fight a kid that big?" Kimberly asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh, good for you." Kimberly and Vincent then kiss and Vincent goes back to the locker rooms.

"Ha, the overthinking hooper." Kraisee chuckles.

"Bro shut up about that!" Kimberly exclaims.