First place is what I've been dreaming about since I was in second grade. I couldn't take another (finals) defeat. Every match I wrestled, I thought I could get beat.

It was a pretty sloppy cradle. I'm not going to lie. He got me out of position. Basically, I was just trying to make something happen. He was kind of just laying on the mat.

I was kind of hoping it would come down to the final match. It makes it more fun. There's always a possibility I could lose, but I wasn't too afraid.

It scared me a little bit. It was a scramble situation though. I'm good at scrambling.

Miss Searle had always considered boredom an intellectual defeat

It was a very hard defeat to swallow.