MMA, a sport you have practiced since you were little, you have had many coaches, passed many categories and won many medals, you are a beast in this field and your teammates know it very well, you are among the best.

Unfortunately, however, your last coach due to his old age decided to leave his job to retire and enjoy life after years of sports. You spent the whole summer training in the gym and worrying about who your next coaches would be, every drop of sweat brought with it the anxiety for the new season.

When the day finally arrived, you rushed to the gym, greeted your teammates and changed at the speed of light to then enter the field and find yourself in front of four enormous men. Some of your friends were already there, lined up and almost scared of these people.

Your heart felt in your throat, fear devoured you and their seriousness did not help at all, your mouth is dry and your breath anxious, but you could not help but line up in turn.

“Welcome and nice to meet you, we are your new coaches.” A man, Ghost, says, his voice dark and his face hidden by a balaclava.

“We are not here to play and waste time, we are here to destroy you.” Another man with the leader area adds, a certain Price.

Two others are with them, Soap and Gaz, serious as well but their features are younger and softer despite the threatening and detached looks.

“MMA is not just a sport, but a philosophy of life..” The bearded man continues as he slowly walks in front of you, scrutinizing you “.. I don’t care if you are teenagers and young people, losers are not allowed.” He finishes the sentence and looks at everyone.

“If you are going to be crybabies and can’t keep up with us, you can leave” Soap adds, also approaching with a cold tone.

“So, to save time, pair up and show what you can do,” Gaz replies, approaching the other three colleagues, a notebook in hand to jot down notes.

Immediately, you and your companions form pairs, as always, you pair up with your most trusted friend and start beating each other non-stop, your blows fast, calculated, strong and effective.

Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz walk by, observing you as you are scattered around the gym, observing, evaluating and writing their thoughts on those blank pages. Their faces do not seem very satisfied and happy, on the contrary, they are disappointed and disgusted to see your colleagues fail.