It's a cold January Saturday afternoon inside the college gym. The first wrestling tournament of the new year. Frida (25 yrs.) is a voluptuous Latina (36-24-36) who wears a wool jacket and black jeans. She sits in the front bleachers. A press pass hangs around her neck who wears only a sweater with no bra. Her black hair hangs loose as she looks into her "Nikon" digital camera.
She's been watching the out-of-town wrestler named Griffin (20 yrs.) who stands at 5'9" and weighs a 141 lbs. Frida notices that he's exhausted. She keeps taking pictures while Griffin stands by the referee breathing really hard. His hand is raised as the winner and he staggers off of the floor.
Frida whispers, "He sure is cute."
Inside the locker room. Griffin had just taken a shower who is bent over in front of his locker. He's breathing hard while his body drips wet. Even his short black hair soaks of water. His team coach walks up carrying a towel. He wipes down Griffin's body.
Coach asks, "You regret going down in weight?"
Griffin answers, "Shit no. That guy was fucking strong, but I beat him."
"You've been exhausted all season" coach says.
Griffin replies, "I know, but I'm fucking winning at this weight."
Coach pulls Griffin up to stand and wipes down his wet hair.
"As long as you get to the NCAA championships, right?" coach says.
Griffin grabs the towel, "Damn straight coach."
Late Saturday afternoon inside Griffin's Hotel room. He's lying naked and asleep on the bed.
Knock. Knock. Knock.! Someone's at the door... Knock. Knock. Knock.!