Kevin Spiro D2 [done]

Age: 36
District Two

I struggled growing up trying to fit in. Other kids at school, they bullied me. I was laughed at because I was different. Many times I went home with tears in my eyes begging my parents to help me out. To find another place to go to school. Anything other than attend school here. I struggled with talking. I slurred my words together. I stuttered. People had trouble understanding me, and because of that, they made fun of me. They put me down during my darkest hours. They made it seem like I wasn't good enough. That I would never amount to anything. I started eating so much food for comfort because it never judged me. Food never talked back to me. It never made me cry. It was only after my parents started controlling what I ate, I found out how much I enjoy fighting both with weapons and hands on.

After school was over, I would rush home to eat a meal before heading to the training center where I spent hours working with a hands on hands trainer learning to wrestle. He taught me many movements. He showed me how to properly build muscles so I could fight with the strongest of people. He gave me ways to push through my emotions and turn it into something good. Step after step, I quickly learn how to fight by watching other people. Many times, I would stand outside a ring listening to the announcers speaking rapidly back and forth between themselves. It took me a while to gain the trust, but I eventually started announcing matches between different people. I learned how to talk. How to slow down and speak instead of slurring everything together. It didn't help the stuttering though because sometimes when I'm anxious, I still stutter.

As I continued learning to fight, I found that I was getting better and better. I had a lot to prove, and I wanted to show the world that I am better than anyone who stepped into the ring. Sometimes I lost matches. Sometimes I sabotaged people so they couldn't win when a favorite of mine was losing. I quickly became invested in everything that I did, and slowly started pushing people away from me. I have this friend that no matter what I said I'd always be by his side, but I quickly turned on him whenever I got the first chance. I wanted to climb the ladder to success, and he was holding me back. I moved on without him as I continued to learn.

Some people have told me that I have a temper. That I get angry easily, and while that's true, I think it could be worse. Yeah, I yell at people sometimes. Yeah, I go off on the littlest thing. I hate people telling me what I can and can't do. But it doesn't mean I have an anger issue. I know how to make other people angry, and I love pushing their buttons. I love watching their worlds crumble around them. I love defeating those who think they're better than me. All in all, I hate losing. I hate when people beat me because I am better than them. Losing makes me angry.

I was never interested in the hunger games, but now that I'm older past the reaping age, I want to help people out. I work in a training center specializing in hand to hand combat. I enjoy showing people how to fight. How to defend themselves. How to become better. It brings me joy in life seeing someone have no confidence walk out of the facility with more confidence than ever before. I'm not the best fighter there is anymore, but I still take time to step into the ring and fight with anyone who wants to. I'll show these teenagers the proper techniques so they can build their own style. Not everyone fights the same way, and I realize that. Sometimes they're unique styles make me have to adapt to them.

I like to prove people wrong. To make them think they're doing well only to throw a curve ball at them. Sometimes that's all it takes in life to make someone realize they're going down the wrong track. That happened to me. One of my friends I pushed away came around a corner one day and showed me that I'm capable of being friends with him. I was in the middle of a wrestling match with a fellow trainer just practicing and having some fun, but he was about to beat me. My old friend pulled me out of the way allowing me to win the match. Since then we've been like brothers again.

I live by myself, but I'm not completely alone. In fact, I have a few animals. Some dogs and cats. I enjoy helping them. I rescue them from the streets usually at night so that nobody sees me. I don't really want anyone seeing this side of me, so I try to hide it. Animals mean the world to me. I care for them more than I care for most humans. Seeing them hurt breaks my heart. It crushes me when I hear lonely animals crying out at night. Sometimes they just need someone to love and care for them. I cried when my first dog died, but I buried him giving him the proper funeral he deserved. Yeah, my house may smell bad because of all the animals, but it's my life, and if anyone has a problem with it, they can just leave. They're the company at my house. Not my animals.

My mother still likes to treat me as a child telling me I need to take care of myself better. She wants me to cut my shaggy hair. She wants me to shave my beard. I guess I look too rough for her, but this is the appearance I want to have. I have acne scars I wish I could hide, but I don't wear makeup. It would make me less of a man I feel. I want people to look at me and see me as a big burly man. I'm a bit overweight, but I have a lot of muscles too. I've always wanted to be bigger than most people to help when it comes to wrestling. Sometimes having conversations with my mother is interesting because I'm much taller than she is. She has to look up at me while I look down at her. But that's okay. I like to tell people she's the woman I got my looks from.