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I was so thrilled with my first victory, while wrestling in one of the local arenas, that I was determined to train even harder. So when I returned for my usual training sessions, I requested to be given more intense training. I told the owner, that I wanted to be pushed to my limits. He didn’t seem to be to enthused with my request, and questioned my dedication to that extreme. He pointed out that his trainers were extream when training African boys for a wrestling career.

I was assigned to his top trainer, and told to expect strenuous training, to the point of extream punishment. I was told by the trainer, to expect very harsh treatment at times. He wanted to know if I was prepared to under go the same extream treatment as his African boys. I told him yes, to give me his best training, and treat me like his other trainees. He agreed, and told me we would start my training that day.

I was not expecting what I was about ro receive, and it was a shock. He hit me in the stomach, and told me to expect that anytime he wasn’t pleased with my performance. I quickly recovered, and got down to training as the trainer required. I finished my first day, and was questioning my decision. I had been hit by my trainer two more times. I was prepared, but even so, it hurt like hell. After we had finished, he ask if I was sure I wanted to continue training with him. I just laughed, and told him I was detriment to take whatever it took. He seemed to be quite happy with my response.

I didn’t tell Mr Manuu about my decision to take more sever training, I was afraid he wouldn’t approve. I was sure he would worry about my ability, to take the more brutal training.

I trained with my trainer for a number of months, until he told me I had exceeded his expectations. He told me that the academy, had arranged for me to wrestle at the large arena. The large arena is the biggest and best wrestling arena, of the three arenas in the area. I had wrestlers a few times at the lesser two arenas, and had won all of my matches. That’s why the larger arena, was giving me a chance to wrestle there. Plus I would be a novelty, since I was white, and there had never been a white wrestler in the area.

When the day came for my appearance at the arena, I was quite apprehensive. I was worrying about my ability, and if I was really prepared. My trainer kept giving me his assurance, and that I would do fine. He told me to consentrate on what I needed to do, and keep my eyes on my apponent, and not on the crowd.

I followed my trainers advice, and did as he said. I soon started to feel more at ease, and realized my apponent was no better than some I had faced in the other arenas. And I remembered what I had overheard before the match, that I would be up against an apponent that was one of their medium skilled wrestlers. I concentrated on on my apponent, and winning the match. It was a back and forth match, with both of us escaping the others holds. But finally I caught him off guard, and he started to fall back, that’s when I was able to take him down

Every one was pleased with my victory, and the arena’s owner want me back the next week. After that I was wrestling every week at the arena, I was their novelty white wrestler. I won all my matches for weeks, and they decided to put me up against some of their best wrestlers. I lost my first two matches, but I was determined to keep trying. I talked the owner into letting me keep having matches with his best wrestlers.

I kept going to the academy for further training, and ask my trainer to see what he could do to make me better. That was almost a mistake, because he pushed me to my limits. I was hurting, and taking a lot of pain, at both the academy and the arena. My trainer finally said he was through, and I would have to find improvement at the arena on my own.

I contntinued wrestling each week at the arena, and finally won my first match against one of their best. I won two more straight matches against their best, before I lost again. I finally found myself winning, something like 4 out of 5 matches

When my friend finally came home to his fathers, he insisted on seeing me wrestle. So he and his father came to my next match, which I was able to win. We all went out and celebrated. And while eating at an exclusive restaurant, a gentalman came over to our table, and congratulated me on my victory. He said his employer would like to meet me, and would I join him after my friends had left. He said he would drive me home afterwards. Mr. Manuu recognized the man’s employer, and said he was sure I would accept the invitation. I agreed, and the man returned to his employer’s table. Mr Mannu then informed me, that the man was a district Cheifton, and a very wealthy man. I found out that he owned two gold mines, several cocoa plantations, and had many other business interests.

So when Mr. Manuu and his son went home, I joined the Cheifton at his table.

More later.