Pauly's POV.
“Bend your knees! Seriously, Manny, what the hell is wrong with you today? How many times do I have to tell you! Keep your body fluid. Bend your knees like you're going to squat. You stand there like a goddamn tree you're going to fall like one. That's enough for today. Go cool down. Both of you."
The familiar smells of sweat, tinged with a faint metallic blood wafting in the air as soon as I open the doors of The Ring Gym. It was located just on the fringe of the downtown district. The sounds of coaches barking at their trainees greeted me immediately, welcoming me home to a place that, in so many ways, had felt more accepting than my actual home.
“Can I help you?" a gruff, thickly-accented voice barked at me as soon as my booted feet crossed the threshold, the glass doo
