My most memorable match happened at the Sr level in the 2nd to last match I ever wrestled. I was wrestling a guy who'd finished 6th at Sr Nationals earlier that year. He was a full blown 270 pounds, 6'4", and chiseled. I was 5'10" and 230 pounds, about 30 pounds of that being pure beer belly, and I also looked mentally challenged with my headgear making my hair poke out weirdly all over. The ref blew the whistle, and I immediately locked him up in my favorite position (collar tie). He threw me, but I landed out of bounds. Restarted, and the guy literally tossed me out of bounds again. As I was walking (very slowly) back to the center I said to myself "self, if he tries that throw again I'm gonna sweep his feet out from under him". Damned if he didn't go back to the well again. As soon as he started to arch to throw me, I kicked his feet out from under him. He went down and a 230 pound sack of "me" landed right on his chest. His breath escaped him like an explosion and I locked on a sort of reverse headlock on him before he could catch his breath and pinned the sucker in 49 seconds. I jumped off the mat, holding both my index fingers in the air, then I pointed at the section of the crowd filled with friends who told me before the mat "yep, you are screwed".