"Again. Come on, let's drill."
Damon's voice rang across the gym. It wasn't loud, but the tone had weight.
The lightweight and middleweight fighters under Team Cross moved in sync. Sweat dripped from their chins, necks, and shoulders. The heat inside the gym wasn't helping, but no one complained.
Ronny McGregor and Ayo Fasusi were paired up, drilling clinch escapes against the wall.
Ronny's back was soaked through his compression shirt, and Ayo's arms glistened as he kept driving forward, over and over, until their grips started slipping.
On the other side, Max Taylor was working on chain wrestling with one of the assistant coaches. He dropped for a single-leg, got sprawled on, scrambled, reset, and shot again. Each time slower than the last, but he kept going.
Kenji Sato was on the assault bike, doing intervals. Damon had ordered ten rounds, thirty seconds sprint, thirty seconds rest. Kenji was on round six.
