There is a rift in the room between boy and man. With endurance and strength the child extends to the adult world. Faces pressed down in sweaty vinyl mats. Tender muscles stretching in hard exercise and shaped during the years to bull necks. Tamed ! The smell of old sweat lays stale and stuffy in the room. Pain endured. Uniting - Brothering. Forces are measured and grips exercised. Small hearts pounding and lungs gasping for breath. There and then, on the boy’s way to Man and to the Hero - in search of an identity of strength and manhood – it all seems to fall into rest and become a tender embrace and a quiet dance. The rift between boy and man.