A military WW2 backpack his grandad gave him? Check. A tin of mama's famous spaghetti alla carbonara? Check. Enough clothes to make it appear he had a wardrobe? Check. The hottest playlist this side of the tracks? Check.

Miami was hot and humid even at 2am, but that's the only time the greyhound to transfer him to the bus to Ontario was leaving. Lugging a stuffed backpack, Paul stepped on the bus. He was dressed in a red ballcap, khaki shorts, his favorite white shoes, and a retro local MMA tournament T-shirt. Not to mention some simple earbuds in his ears with 'easy listening' music playing. Paul found a seat alone quickly, put his bag on the seat next to him and drifted asleep.

Now...

After one hell of a bus journey and only 4 full playlist replays Paul had arrived. Destiny, an opportunity, the beginning of the chance of a life time was in his reach. He wasn't going to waste it. Paul eagerly put down his backpack and earbuds and quickly made his way into the training complex. That 40 hour bus ride made him antsy and this was the place to relieve that stress.