World of Wrestling 45
(Inconsolable)

Following Jessica’s attempt
At number one contendership
She made her way backstage
Feeling incredibly miffed.
She played the match over in her mind
Examining every move.
She couldn’t come to any conclusion.
Why in the world did she lose?

She wandered into the Trainer’s office,
To get herself checked by
The on-site physician Doc Roberts
Something surely had missed her eye.

She waited about five minutes
While he checked her signs,
Then he said to her with full confidence,

Doc: “Jessica, you’re doing just fine.
You must have had an off night.
Even the best of us do.”

Jessica: “No! There’s something wrong here!
There’s no way I could lose!
I’ve been training for months and months
In and out of the ring!
None of those girls could tie my boots up
Something’s wrong with this thing!”

She took the instrument Doc Roberts was using,
And threw it across the room.
Doc Roberts took this in professional stride.

Doc Roberts: “There’s no reason for gloom.
It isn’t about who’s better this time.
It’s about who’s lucky and not.
You’re going to get them next time, Jess.”

Jess: “How many next times have I got?!
I’m getting toward the end of my career!
You’ve told me that multiple times!
I don’t want to be remembered as an ailing veteran.”

Doc: “Jessica, you’ll be just fine!”

Jessica’s frustration flared within her,
As she stormed out of the room.
Nothing could console her
Or take away her gloom.

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