I won my first fight when I was eleven. Wrestling is the purest and most real thing in the world. One is like heaven. Some people describe heaven as a sea of endless whiteness. But for me he was something else. The ring was heaven for me. Until I met Millie. I changed with her. I realized that I loved this girl when I saw her fragile figure among the crowd. Millie stood completely still in the center of the crowded room, but no one noticed her. But she was the first one I saw. My paradise was the ring, and she was my angel. Millie became the girl I wanted to fight for. She taught me that often the biggest heroes go unsung, and the most important battles are the ones that are hard to imagine winning.