I was the 8th person out of probably 20. The advantage of being a recluse was that I knew everyone but they didn't know me. Right next to me was John Grady. Now he was the eager middle school kid, built like a linebacker, all pure muscle. among kids who looked like Steve Urkle. It hadn't hit puberty yet. He weighed about 50 more than me and I was petrified to get in that ring with him. But I knew at that moment that it wasn't or never and that I wasn't going to let my anxiety get the better of me. I had to believe in myself. When John got in the ring he was convinced he was going to win, I was convinced he wasn't. As soon as Enrico whistled. my arms went around his neck, tilting my hips, I turned him around. I don't know how I did it but within seconds John was on his back with his legs out of the circle. There was dead silence in the room, for a minute then the guys started whispering, some of them shouting "did you see that", "do these kids even go to school", “Who is that, I haven’t seen him before,” a kid in the back yelled “we could win state this year.” I was just excited to be able to beat someone. I lasted 5 people before Ian Culley took me out of the circle; he was one of those people who had struggled his whole life, so I didn't really care. At the end of training, Enrico sat us all down: “This team is your family for the next 3 months. We have to help each other so that everyone can compete. No, we were going to do that at first but I forgot. I want you all to introduce yourselves to your team.” One by one, they took their headgear and said their names: "My name is Ian Culley, no introduction necessary," he said arrogantly. "My name is Mack", my name is Sunga and this is my brother Muganza". "My name is Tyler Peter". this continued until I slowly took off my confidence and my headgear, “I am Patience.”