He chose his main: , the masked luchador with the flying knee drop. Across the virtual ring, Marcus—three seats away, pretending to take notes—selected Big Brawl , the powerhouse with the bear hug finisher.

His best friend, Marcus, had sent a single text during passing period: “wrestle bros unblocked . net – click fast.”

“Psst,” hissed Sarah from behind him. “Mr. H is walking the aisle.”

The match was silent except for the soft thwack of spacebar slams. Leo dodged a clothesline. Marcus countered with a hip toss. The health bars dropped in chunks. Leo’s heart raced faster than any real gym class had ever made it.

Leo tapped his pencil nervously against his desk. Mr. Henderson was droning on about quadratic equations, but Leo’s eyes kept flicking to the corner of his Chromebook screen. The school’s internet firewall was famous for one thing: blocking everything fun.

The bell rang. The match froze mid-pin.

Mr. Henderson loomed over Leo’s desk. “And what’s so interesting on the screen, Mr. Delgado?”

3… 2… 1… FIGHT!