Carson's POV
Today was Friday and I was at the gym with my friends. I didn't have any fight match today. I didn't have any for the past weeks, because of the championships that was coming up.
The championship is the final match for the season and it was next week Saturday. I've done nothing, but prepare for it as the date drew near. The money that you get at a championship match is triple what you get if you win a regular match. That money could pay my college fund; I was really counting on it.
I had just finished with my regular routine of workout and I was now throwing punches and kicks at the burgundy square pad that Michael was holding up. The twins sat on the bench in the gym, goofing off or throwing comments at us now and then.
"So, you think you are ready for the championships?"
