It was just as any normal day since Karol had moved to Nexton. He was teaching his after-school program which usually had twenty youth. Karols parents were to keen on him being away from their hometown but truly Karol didn't feel like he belonged there at the moment. Seems a little drastic just for losing just one kickboxing match, but not in Karols heart it didn't.
It was the finals in the largest kickboxing tournament that is only held every four years. Luckily for Karol he had just been old enough to compete in the tournament, the minimum age is 17 with parental consent and just two days earlier was his 17th birthday. Karol was in the age group 17-25 and he was absolutely phenomenal in the tournament having never come close to losing and he was considered the favourite to win the tournament with ease. So by the time that the last two fighters had made it to the finals Karol had been quite confident that he would win, all he had to do was beat one more opponent and he would be the youngest competitor to win this age group. The only person left that he had to beat was a lad with decent record his name was Monty Aeon which he went by 'The Mountain'. The semi finals had ended on Saturday night having the hype of the finals carry into Sunday afternoon. While on his way back home to rest before the big day Karol was stopped on the way out of the stadium Karol was cut off Monty stating that if he ever wanted to fight again that he better lose the fight tomorrow. Sunday afternoon came around and it was a brutal fight that could have gone either way but in the end Karol lost with a split decision that might have even rightfully been his. Karol who was 17 did quite well against Monty who was 21 and that it was his first last tournament fight. Karol in good spirits since they would likely see each other again in four years Karol said that he would train hard and absolutely win the next tournament. Which really didn't impress Monty since if he won again in four years he would be making history since he would be the only person to win that age bracket all three years of eligibility [17,21 & 25]. After the loss Karol decided that he couldn't live around his parents trying to console him and that whole town talking about him losing the tournament (not in a negative way but Karol couldn't stand always being a topic for conversation; the person who ALMOST won the towns first kickboxing title since it was a big aspect of their way of life).
That was what brought Karol to teaching kickboxing at the dojo that he created himself in the mall in Nexton a mere 6 months ago. After the training session was over and all of the youngsters had left with their parents Karol would wipe down all the sweat covered gear since everyone always worked hard here regardless of age. So while Karol was wiping down the gear with his back turned to the doors a gentleman entered into the dojo with a long tan trench coat on and a black baseball cap. Since the dojo didn't have any training sessions it was closed to the public until tomorrow so when Karol noticed that there was someone there with him.Hello sir, can I help you Karol had raised his voice so that his it would carry the length of the dojo. The unknown occupant didn't respond so Karol proceeded to walk closer in case he didn't hear him. Hello there sir, yes you Karol was now pointing at the gentleman as he walked towards him Is there anything that I can help with. At the moment we are closed but if you want to come back tomorrow we can definitely help you out. Karol said this with a smile on his face, that sounded professional and friendly as he had hoped. However Karol had a bad feeling coursing throughout him now.
A few seconds later off came the trench coat and Karols worst nightmare now became a reality staring him in the face. In front of him was 'The Mountains' training coach standing in front of him with a baseball bat.