Personal Narrative: Kansas State Championship

I thought he was going to rip my whole body apart and slap me around on the mat. I knew that wasn't the right way to think going into a match so I kept telling myself that I would win. "Petro-Risner, Mayberry-Hotchkiss, mat 4," said the announcer. With my legs wobbling arms tingling and heart pumping away, I stepped out onto the mat. The referee got ready, and there it was, the whistle. I sat there crouched down, ready to shoot in for the first take down, but for some reason I couldn't. We tied up head to head. I could feel his strength by his tight grip. We separated and I suddenly got a big burst of adrenaline. Boom, I shot in at his legs and two points went to me with the first take down. After that take down, everything I thought before was gone. I wasn't afraid of this kid. I was just letting myself think I was. I knew that I was not going to lose this match. When the clock ran out in the third period, the score was 9-8 in my favor. I did it. I defeated Jeff Petro in a tough 6 minutes of wrestling. It was Probably the toughest match I've ever had to wrestle.

I was with my friends; Michael, Joseph and Dylan in the same team. Feeling hyped up, I was confident of winning the laser tag contest, even though I had never done it before.

You don't hear everyday a high school team winning state championships that often, but at Archbishop Wood it's sort of common. I proudly can say I am one of the few that has not one, but two state championship rings under my belt. As a sophomore AND a junior in high school, my basketball team accomplished being State Champions two years in a row. The first year we won was one of the best experiences of being apart of a team. After losing in the state championship the year before, we knew we had to somehow get back the next year and make sure we'd come out with the trophy. As the new season began in  November of 2016, we played in the Nike tournament of champions in Arizona. The trip was one of the most memorable trips ever with the best group of girls. We had a blast,

sword from my hip I went along his flank to stab him where the midriff

I would of had to do a back hand in order to catch the ball with would involve my left foot piveting over my right with my elbow facing the ball. I didn’t have time for this swift motion so I stabbed at the ball and I saw the ball go pass my glove and heard it hit the fence. I dashed for it, I grabbed the ball with my bare hand and looked for the runner, she was inching her way to third I through the ball to third, the girl slid and was safe. Next play, the ball was hit straight into the air on my side I track the ball, I got right under the ball and then it tipped off my glove and hit the ground. I grabbed the ball with my bare hand, and ran to first and then realized the girl at third was running home, I threw a line pass to our catcher who missed the ball. I get into the huddle after the inning is over. Forgetting the score, I look over to see that it’s two to one , they are up. Kevin looks at me and says,“Two plays, Katie, get it together or I'm pulling you out and putting Bailey in.” Out of fear I responded,”The wind caught my pop fly and it tipped it.” He walked away, I don’t even think he cared for my

That’s where my 170lb counterpart aggressively double legged [basically 2 leg tackle) me to the mat. As soon as I went down one of the two refs called the match declaring that I had been defeated. Instead of acknowledging my loss I immediately reacted and attempted to counter the takedown despite the final call. In all luck the second ref recognized that there had not yet been establishment of control by either 170lb wrestler and notioned my coach to challenge the curious call. After watching the opposing team douse their coach with gatorade as a means of celebration the final call was reversed and we were back in it. I looked at my coach, took a deep breath, fixed my headgear upon my noggin, and prepared for this seemingly endless finale. All in all we tied after overtime and approached the infamous double overtime mark. It all came down to two thirty second bouts to see who could score the most from the bottom position. My adversary succeeded in scoring a point and taking a 1 point lead. Now it was my turn to return the favor. I was stuffed to the mat and struggle to find a way to escape. Yet, with 10 seconds on the clock I pulled the same maneuver that brought us into overtime to gain a 1 point advantage and more importantly the win! Shortly after the celebration I immediately hopped on my post match ritual of

Finally the game started and we played well and so did they. The game was close the whole way threw and we came to the final inning tying them. We were the home team so we got to bat last. Two of the three outs

21 to 21 with 1:01 left on the clock. I went from glancing at the clock to returning my attention to the huddle. Looking around the huddle I saw all of my teammates that I admired most. Cole Garrett, Alex Koplin, Connor Collins, Nathan Puckett. All of their faces seemed tired, soaked in

Sebastian tossed the football to Martin and he ran, the wide receiver was catching up to him but Edward tackled him down. I caught up to Martin and he tossed the football to me, i looked back at the clock and we only had 10 seconds left, i ran as fast i could but the quaterback was right by my side,i glared at him and i tried to tackle him down but he dodged my attack then he tried to tackle me down but instead of dodging him i tackled him harder than the first time and he fell down infront of me,

He passes it to the guy that was open, but I anticipated the pass, and broke it up.

The games that I had were beyond exciting. I had four games in total. My team had successfully won 2 games. After those two wins, me and my team did not have that much success. We got third place in the whole tournament.

The whistle blows and right way we tie up and he just starts punching. I back out, but while I’m backing out he rushes and throws me to the ground, luckily we were out of bounds. We tie back up and again a blow to the face with a clinched fist. No one sees that I 'm getting punched only I’m the one that knows he 's throwing punches. One more blow is all it takes for my nose to become a river of blood. At this point my face is starting to swell and turn red, but the I must finish the match. This just adds on to my rage. The whistle blows again and this time it 's our last tie up. I snap him down and crossface him so hard that the snot comes out of his nose. This is where the crowd goes insane because I just turned this

Wrestling was a sport I had no interest in, and I only tried out, because my coach recommended that I’d give it a shot. I never would of thought on my seventeenth birthday that I’d be wrestling for the conference championship. Reagan Fedowitz from Union Pines was my opponent, who placed fifth in the state tournament the year before. The tournament was held at Union Pines, so majority of the crowd were fans of Reagan. A announcer calls my name to come check in at the table, and I immediately become nervous. Although I was nervous, I used this as an advantage to become motivated for the match.

We were paired up according to our height and rank. I was paired with a kid named Holden. He was an orange belt but he was about the same height and age as me. I had never sparred before so it was a new experience, I waited until everyone else started so I could get the idea. Holden was nice and gave me a few seconds to figure out what to do. When I started he let me hit him a couple times then he started to throw a few punches of his own. Overall I think both of us did a good job with the sparring, we used several different moves and blocked most of each other's

Jimmy wasted no time in setting up the arena for our duel. Our classmates couldn’t help but watch the showdown that was about to go down between the two manliest men in the room. Names were chanted as a fairly large crowd began to huddle around our table. The cheering multiplied my confidence levels tenfold as I settled myself into the inevitable fate that was bound from day one. I’ve seen Jimmy arm-wrestle before. He was the type of guy to bend your wrist, and no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to overcome his cheap tactics. Before the match even began, Jimmy made like a snake around my wrist and was already in the process of winning the match. I wasn’t having any of that. I made sure to kindly let him know that I was aware