The Fight-Personal Narrative

In the first 20 seconds of the match, I had the first take-down. I was working crossfaces, cheap tilts, and everything else I knew after my takedown. Then, I did what I do best and gave him a swift, hard crossface and cradeled him up. Squeezing with all my strength and might it took about 7 seconds of him being on his back and he was pinned! It took a total of 55 seconds to pin my first opponent at state.

Cornered, Terrified, and feeling the despair of the situation creeping in, I was numb. Staring at Drew and trying to grasp the situation, a flash of rage overpowers my anguish as I suddenly have a flashback of Drew welcoming me into the squad with open arms. The warmth of that time would be heaven compared to this agonizing heat and sand blasting into my face. Now though, here he is in my arms, with his pulse slowly fading. I get snapped out of it by gunshots followed by hoarse screams. We were being subdued, I had to think fast. My heart was racing out of my chest, wanting to escape this hell but my eyes scanned the situation. For a split second, everything seemed to be in slow motion and I sensed danger and instinctively ducked. Something grazed my hair, I look up to see a bullet zoom on by. With nowhere to run and location found out, I had to plant my feet and fight.

Then, as quick as air, he writhed his way out, came out behind me, and scored two points for a reversal. I struggled to get one point for an escape, but we went out-of-bounds. Placed at the center of the mat again, I finally escaped. Sloppily, he took another shot and I scored off of it as I had done before. He quickly escaped, bringing the score to 5-3. Suddenly, he went in for another takedown. Unable to defend properly, I fell to the ground and he scored, tying the score at 5-5. I could hear my teammates and my coaches shouting my name, telling me to escape. I squirmed and finally managed to escape and score the point; I was in the lead. I just had to survive these last few seconds and I would win. We circled around more, but I kept backing away, unwilling to risk giving him any more points. The whistle sounded, “One point red, stalling on green.” The score was 6-6. I cringed slightly, but kept my composure.

We were in the locker room getting ready to weigh in. I eyed down my opponent trying to get in his head before the match. He didn't look like the strongest

“On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” This is the oath average citizens take right before they become police officers. The oath shows us why police officers are here, they are here to protect us. The police, and other Government officials, should use police brutality because, if the same people who are supposed to be protecting us are hurting and killing us, then regular citizens are not going to respect laws and authority.

This wasn’t what I wanted but I had to be brave, I had to protect my clan. Asger gave me a hopeful look and hit my shoulder with power as I ran past, nodding and sending me forward. I put on a brave face and bared my teeth and then bit down on my shield- sword raised up and swinging around my head wildly. I roared as I came within a famne of the first row of our enemies.

came from the things hand. Then the battle commenced. It was over in 1 minute no more no less. He

EEERRR……. As I opined the dour, I heard a frantic scream, help help help screamed a man that was being chased by a ISIS fighter. In a state of notches, I feel to the ground, ouch!!! I quickly stumbled to my feet, turning around I realized that I feel on a rifle. I thought myself, remembering how I to us a rifle, I snatched up the gun and aimed throw the scope, as I puled the trigger, a loud sound from the gun startled me and at the same time excited that I killed one of the many fighters I have to face.

Courage is a trait that every person possesses; it is a sort of spell that washes over a person, giving them strength, and the ability to overcome a task that may be daunting or hard to do. It Just so happens that I felt and acquired this; when I was about ten years old I was taking Tae Kwon Do, a form of Martial arts. I was lucky enough to be invited to my first every tournament, in which I had the chance to compete against people from all over the nation. As I discovered I would partake in this, I felt very proud, but as I thought more about it the more I felt overwhelmed and pressured. I knew then I would need some kind of luck to get me through this, I felt I was going to fail, as it was my first tournament after

I stir from my deep slumber to the sound of the people shrieking and the smell of flame lingering in the air. I hear the clang of the swords and pikes clashing, I quickly rise without any time to dress properly. I exit my tent and was slammed by the cold night air that is typical in the dead of night. I hear the anguish of my people, the powerful Yggdarrian tribe, outside trying to valiantly fend off the invaders. You see we aren't warriors we are simply hunters and gatherers.The fear in their eyes are evident. I cannot bear to see them in pain. But then I see the General head to my family's tent...¨Shit! Mamá. Mamá are you alright!¨ I screech over the sound of the chaos.

He continued to attempt many shots but, my determination helped me to focus and defend successfully. My mouth feeling like a desert longing for water to alleviate the pain in my throat. The buzzer sounds again, now we move to double overtime while the last battle ends in a draw. I know my opponent was completely drained of any strength and feeling defeated, now it was time to dig deep in my mind to unleash the last bit off strength and courage that I had left to give. The ref signals me to mount my opponent; battle hardened and ready for action I slowly mounted my opponent with 45 seconds to either pin him or face a brutal defeat. The whistle blows, I strike my opponent in quick succession, locking my leg around his leg then began to pull his other leg with my arms. Screaming in pain I knew my opponent was ready to give into the ruthless war that has felt never-ending. Using the last bit of gas in my tank I forcefully finish my move knowing that victory would be mine. I hear the ref slap the mat and blow that final whistle relieving me of all the stress and worry in the minds of everyone watching. I was

I deffinately had underestimated his strength because i flailed to the ground trying to stop my fall i obviously used my hands but the pain of the blade wound was to strong and i fell face first into the dirt.

“You ran from the fight, you tell me? A real warrior will never run from the fight!” he shouted intensely. You shall fight him again and this time you shall reign in glory!”

I exploded against the heavy bag with a combination jabs and punches. A left jab followed by a straight right, and then a left hook.

As I enter the ring I see him, Mike Tyson. He stands a good foot taller than me. My name may be Little Mac but my god look at him! His arms look like trucks, one hit with those and I’m done. I have made a huge mistake. The bell is rung and I am scared for my life. Mike strolls up to me and unleashes a mighty right hook. One hit and I break. I fall to the ground and hear the count start. Strangely enough, I don’t feel any pain. I feel disappointment, I knew, everyone knew I couldn’t win. But then I hear Doc, he’s yelling at me from my corner to get up, to not give up yet. He believes in me. I can do it. I push myself up as I hear 4 and see Mike’s smug grin staring at me. Time to take this guy down a peg. He comes at me with his right hook again