The whistle blew
Confidence, nervousness, excitement, adrenaline
Rushing through my body
Circling each other, seeking opportunity for a shot
Opportunity for a take down
I knew I was better than he was
He was a toothpick compared to me
I shot; he grabbed my ankle
We were wrestling now
The crowd yelling for a brief moment
Then all was quiet, muffled
Limbs in unnatural positions
My strength at its most
My arm stinging in pain
A second later I saw what I feared most:
The ceiling, the lights staring down at me
I bridged, all my muscles burning
He was in control now
In panic I twisted and turned; he squeezed
The air in my lungs disappeared
I was confused; he was in control
I'm better than him; how could he be in control?
I battled, strained, struggled; he squeezed more
BANG!
The ref's hand slammed the mat as the whistle blew
The ref raised my opponent's hand
