Eyes on the Gold

The lights buzzed overhead. My boots gripped the blue canvas, and a sudden spark shot through my limbs. I rolled my neck, feeling plastic give way to raw tension. Across the mat, right between the ropes, lay a miniature championship belt. I took two sharp steps forward, reached out, and snapped my fingers against the gold plate. It shifted with a crisp clatter. My rivals stood frozen, but I was wide awake. The main event just started.