"Try to keep up, boys!" I shout over my shoulder while I sprint along the pack border. I can hear some breathing harder than others. "Don't slow down!" I warn and spin around while still going at a decent pace. I visually check on each guy in my group. I can't have them pacing out because it will be a pain in the butt if I have to carry them. Although, I could make one of the guys carry him as punishment. All of them seem to be doing alright or as best they can during their first training session. I spin around and face forward again. I pick up my pace so I'm sprinting once again and don't stop until we come back around to where we started from.

I clap my hands together once. "Who's ready to fight?"

They all exchange a look with each other. "With you?" One of them speaks up.

I burst into laughter. "You are not ready to fight me," I grin. "I would break you." I see the fear in his eyes. "Find a partner among yourselves to wrestle with. We would prefer no one getting critically injured. Don't be jerks. When you get your partner on the ground, stop. If you win, stand to my left. If you lose, stand to my right. Once you pick your partner, find an open space and wait for me to tell you to begin."

The guys find partners and get in a horizontal line so I can watch everyone at the same time. I glance over each pair to make sure that both guys are about the same size. The last pair catches my attention. One of the two guys looks nervous. He is fidgeting and sweaty. His partner looks cool as a cucumber. The calm one makes eye contact with me and I breathe in softly.

He is hot. All caps lock hot. I'm a sucker for dirty blondes with puppy eyes. Don't even get me started on his body.

"Don't kill your partner." I pause slightly and break eye contact with the hot guy. All the guys get in a fighting stance. "Begin."

It doesn't take long for each pair to have a winner and loser. The losers look dejected and somber. Some even have some anger showing through their clenched fists. The winners all have smiles on their faces or congratulating others, except for the hot guy. He has his arms crossed, yet still looks calm.

"I am the type of person to pull for the underdogs. No pun intended." The group laughs. "If you lost today, don't let it get to you so much that you doubt yourself. Each one of you can do better. It's only the first day. There will be lots of room for improvement." I pause and turn to the winners. "Now, none of you better be getting cocky and think you are the best of the best because you aren't. I was happy to see some of you congratulating each other. Sportsmanship is a great quality to have with your brothers not so much your enemies, but kill them with kindness I guess."

"Hey, sis, how's it going?" Sam questions while walking up to my group.

"Pretty good," I answer with a satisfied smile.

"You haven't been fighting anyone, have you?" He interrogates.

"Not yet," I smirk.

He shakes his head at me.

"What did you come over here for anyway?"

"Well, I figured we could tag team with training for the rest of the time today." He states.

"Okay. We could let them wrestle for a while maybe fight a little bit and then head to the gym. Sound good?" Sam nods his head.

"Alright, boys!" I shout getting the attention of 25 guys plus my brother's. "My group you should know what to do by now, but I'm going to repeat what I said earlier for my brother's group since we will all be training together for the rest of today." I give them all the same spill as earlier explaining about getting a partner and to not kill anyone. The guys start to team up and I turn to my brother. "Who's going to fight the one who's left out?"

"Wrestle," he corrects me. "If you behave and take your own advice, then you can wrestle whoever it is."

We turn our attention back to the guys and all of them are paired up except one. I glance over each pair and frown. I switch partners with 4 of the pairs.

"How come you changed my partner?" One of my brother's guys questions me with a hard glare. "You said we could pick."

I ignore his words and turn to the partner I gave him. "Go pair up with the one who is by himself."

"What the-?" He glares even harder at me.

I walk straight up to him and get in a fighting stance a couple feet from him. "Call it, Sam."

The guy laughs. "Are you serious?"

"Begin," Sam commands.

I dive for the guy's right leg and kick the back of his knee causing him to go down on his knees. I grab both his arms and shove his face into the dirt hard. I stand on my knees on top of his back so all my weight is on him.

"Match," Sam calls out and I let go of the guy's arms while getting off of him.

The guy sits up in a daze. I turn to the other boys who were watching. "Who's next?" I question the group. They all stay silent. "Good," I smirk. "Get in your preferred stance to start wrestling." I turn to Sam. "You can choose what you want the one I wrestled to do."

Sam takes his shirt off. "You are rubbing off on me. I want to wrestle him."

I grin and hug Sam. "Aw, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

He rolls his eyes and saunters up to the guy I wrestled. The guy's eyes widen. "Seriously?" He says his voice full of panic.

"Don't be so scared. Get in wrestle mode. I want a good wrestle match here, buddy." Sam claps him on the shoulder and gets in his wrestling position. His partner shakes himself out of shock and gets in a wrestling position.

"Begin!"

The boys wrestle for about two hours and switchpartners every once and a while. Then the group follows Sam and me to the packhouse for lunch.