Gemotions

The wrestling mats, rolled up and waiting, created a sterile environment in the gym. Coach Chen adjusted his glasses, a slight smile playing on his lips. He'd seen grit, determination, and raw talent. He had a clear picture in his mind.

He cleared his throat. He saw the players waiting for him. This was the moment of truth. He began to call out names, each announcement a carefully considered word. He watched the reactions.

He met their eyes, his gaze steady. He had found his team. The ones who had been chosen looked at each other, their faces alive with anticipation. This would be a good year.