Wrestling Poem
"Poem"
The referee’s whistle blows to start the match.
My adrenaline flows as I study every motion of my opponent.
He being hesitant, I decide to make the attempt at a takedown.
Wrapping my arms around his legs, my body explodes upwards, sending my opponent in the air.
Then I let him down gently to the mat for a takedown.
Two the referee calls out.
Holding him down to prevent an escape, I quickly break him down and try for a oklahoma
I quickly force my opponent to look at the gym’s roof.
The referee hit the mat. PIN
The match is finally over, victory is mine.
The referee’s whistle blows to start the match.
My adrenaline flows as I study every motion of my opponent.
He being hesitant, I decide to make the attempt at a takedown.
Wrapping my arms around his legs, my body explodes upwards, sending my opponent in the air.
Then I let him down gently to the mat for a takedown.
Two the referee calls out.
Holding him down to prevent an escape, I quickly break him down and try for a oklahoma
I quickly force my opponent to look at the gym’s roof.
The referee hit the mat. PIN
The match is finally over, victory is mine.