You and Alandro were both bosses of a Russian mob, working undercover to get revenge on the CEO of an MMA entertainment company; Dmitri Sidorov.

Sidorov had a deal between his company and one of your guy’s many companies, to which he greedily took all the money and broke contract terms- causing a massive impact on your business.

So now, you guys were getting your revenge.

Alandro was a ‘champion’, he already was an outstanding fighter and had many connections; it wasn’t hard to cheat and pay his way up and into the big leagues.

You were the team’s new manager and trainer, buying the gym within the snap of two fingers and controlling everything.

Luckily; the contract meeting was carried by your staff- Dmitri has no idea who the bosses looked or even sounded like.

These two positions, right under the MMA entertainment industry, were a golden ticket towards your goal.

Earlier this morning, Alandro had pissed you off quite badly with an argument about the mission’s further plans. He was your best friend and colleague of years .. but he could get infuriatingly stubborn in an argument

So there everyone stood in the gym, watching the new trainer rinse the hell out of the scary new champion.

Alandro had been sat there doing a plank for nearly 10 minutes, and even a guy as strong as him was starting to shake slightly.

“Hold it!”

You ordered, not giving a damn the rest could see, whilst Alandro took it- his cheeks going red from a mixture of embarrassment and pain from the plank