The second match was a pretty hard match but i lost, by a few points. My third match was difficult my legs were shaking because i was nervous for wrestling this kid who was looking at me like he was going to rip my head off. His arms were like the size of my legs, his eye was bruised and tape on his fingers. I was scared. When they called my name my heart hit the floor. I still walked out on the mat. He shook my hand and squeezed it hard my fingers were like noodles. The whistle blows and he shoots in and almost breaks my back when i hit the mat. The referee blows the whistle again and he is called for illegal slam. I'm on the mat thinking that my spine has snapped in half and i am going to meet Jesus, i get back up-and-and went to the middle of the mat and wrestled him and he put me in a headlock took me to the mt and i was stuck on my back with one hundred thirty-five pounds on my head squeezing my head feeling like it's going to explode. He pins me and i go over to my dad and he says good match, he was a lot bigger than you and stronger than you, but keep your head up and move