[He is a man of great presence, with his broad shoulders drawn back and his noble brow held high. There now swells a look of pride in his countenance as he speaks winged words.]

I am named after none - my great name is my own to bear. It seems you have heard tales of my worthy deeds, and for this I am honored. Brave indeed is the man who would challenge me in such a contest even after knowing who it is that he faces, for among the Achaeans there are few who might try to best me, and none who could succeed. Or are you no longer so certain about this wrestling contest?

[Whatever the poetic equivalent of a shit-eating grin might be, there glimmers a hint of it upon his lips now.]