myself in the head after
daring another wrestler
to do it. He had three
scars, just on his 
forehead. I bottled myself
to prove that I was
tougher than he was, to
prove that I knew more
than he did about what it
is like to hurt. I bottled
myself and the bleeding 
doesn’t stop. I bottled 
myself because I was young
and reckless, like every
other anonymous wrestler.

— Missouri Review