Narrative Essay About Wrestling

I’ve been only wrestling for one year, but yet it feels like it has been a lifetime of memories. Wrestling as a sport, teaches you character, strengthens your mind and your core. Practices are hard and long; they suck in all honestly, but I’m an athlete, I live for hard work and a challenge. Even though it hasn’t been long, I have just fell in love with wrestling, it’s like that one family member nobody really likes, but everyone learns to love them anyway because they are family and they will always be there for you. There was one match that sticks out in my mind like a sore thumb. It was the first night of a two night tournament in Bettendorf, I had one of the last matches of the night; so everyone was there to watch. As I put up my hood …show more content…
I wore my singlet with my head high, as the lights bounced off my silky body armor like a new shiny penny. Waiting to face my opponent, I bent over did a small prayer then looked up at him with the look of hate engraved in both of our eyes. I looked at him, and I could hear nothing but the sound of my own heart pounding as loud as a snare drum, as I squatted down shook his hot but yet clammy hand. The referee blew the whistle and we lock up, standing up but our heads are together like two male deer, locking up horns, trying to impress a doe. I broke the tie as I swung my arm in the air to lock up with my opponent again, I hit him in the face. With anger, he head butted me like an angry rhino; I did the same thing back. One of the blows he delivered hit my nose and I started to bleed, and then the match stopped simultaneously with my heart. I walked off the battlefield leaving drops of crimson on the ground with the smell of hot liquid iron running through my nose. As they cleaned me up, I peered over and saw that Seth is red like a tomato with anger. At that point, I knew I was in his head. They finished cleaning me up and I returned to the match with a cotton balls stuck in my nose. As soon as the