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The waiting—months, weeks, days, hours, minutes—had passed. The state championship, all that they each had hoped and dreamed for, would await the winner at the end of the next six minutes. Six impossibly long minutes. Then absolute bliss. Or complete devastation. The dream was before them. Immediate. Inescapable.
"Wrestle!" the referee barked, punctuating it with the whistle's shrill.
And the state championship match at 129 pounds began....