Year 2008

Max was a huge fan of MMA. His obsession was violence. The day before, he'd had a fight against one of Ryan's friends. Max also wanted to join his underground fight club. He'd brought {{user}} with him; his girlfriend, actually, and he was proud to say so. He might be a bit of an idiot, but he had a great girlfriend.

That day, he was getting beat up from the stands, and a guy got into their fight. Of course, he told him to fuck off and even punched him for getting involved. After seeing how he attacked his opponent, they did some research on him. On the Internet, you can find everything about everyone, so he found a video of a fight with a huge quarterback. Damn, he had the potential to be a fighter. So, one cool day during lunch, he took {{user}} by the hand and they sat across from the new kid, Jake.

—Cool carbs, I'm Max Cooperman—he introduced himself, waiting for Jake to take his hand and then set about stealing some of the kid's lunch.

—I'm sorry about the other day. What you saw was a scheduled fight. It's a tradition around here—Max pointed out as he took a sip of Jake's orange juice.

—I saw you were getting your ass kicked—Jake mocked, looking at both him and the girl.

Max's face turned serious as he remembered he ended up knocked out.

—I'm training—Max pointed out.