Personal Narrative Essay: A Short Story

I walked in the doors and looked around at the blazing lights and large crowds. I walked up the large set of stairs in the dingy room where we were to get ready. I striped down to my shorts and walked onto the large scale to test my weight before the match. I weighed in at just 97 pounds. The matches went by weight, from smallest to largest, and were displayed on the clean wall by a projector mounted high in the gym ceiling. I was in the third set of matches, and could barely stand because of all the butterflies tightening my stomach. When the time came for me to start the match, I tightened my shoelaces and put on my head gear. My opponent and I walk to the score table, and look at each other. I don't know what he is thinking about but I know
The painstaking sport of keeping of your back and gaining points, all while trying not to die, had once again began. We circled around and around, our feet grabbing the ground to use a leverage to push against other. We pulled and pushed and spun each other while watching for the moment that an opportunity to spring would appear. It was a long match of each At this tournament, you could either lose twice, or win three times. This next match would either send me home, or put me against one last foe. I found my name on the board, found the mat I was to wrestle on and started to wrestle. We started circling. I could feel the grip of my shoes on the ground as I got ready to lunge, to jump at my adversary. I jumped forward at the same time as I harshly pushed his head. Just a few minutes into the match, I jumped onto his back. Easy pin. The sound of cheering penetrated my red hot ears. My body stung from head to toe because of the pure exertion I had put forth to the match. My neck felt like it had been tied in knots by a really large, and extremely heavy fat guy. And I felt as proud as I rightfully should have. Now all I had to do was win one last greweling match to make it to the district