𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

11

MONDAY | JORDAN ESTATE
BATON ROUGE, LOUSIANA

"GET UP!" Micheal yelled loudly before pouring the water all on Kaizier, who gasped, sitting up and looking around.

"Mane, what the fuck, mane." He groaned, holding his arms up, trying to catch his breath. "What t-time is it?"

"Been time for training, Kaizier. Get yo' ass up for you give me ten, nigga." Micheal emptied the rest of the pot ontop of Kaizier who gritted his teeth, eyes closed. "Meet me in the kitchen."

Micheal left the room, closing the door. Kaizier, in drenched clothing, looking over at the alarm clock. It was 3:45 in the morning. He had never woken up this early in his fucking life.

Getting up, he made his way towards the shower. It took about thirty minutes before Kaizier was dry and trailing his way sleepily down the spiral staircase and towards the kitchen. A large plate of diverse foods, fruit, protien for weight gain, and carbs, were stacked on his plate, with a glass of water and a protien shake beside it.

"Mornin'" He greeted Micheal, sitting down at the table where his plate was, looking over the meal. "You ca cook?"

"Hell nah." Micheal laughed, "Maria be cookin, Kaizier."

Kaizier prayed before digging his fork into his food and beginning to eat, all while listening to Micheal who was going over their day.

"Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, Friday's, And Saturdays are training days. Cardio, lifting, everything. You'll be working out until you damn near bleed, so getcho ass ready for that. Every morning on training days, be up at 3:45, and you'll be released from training at 9:15 Pm."

Kaizier listened, a bit intimated, but he was 100% ready for this. Whatever he needed to get ready for his first match, he would do so. He took a large gulp of his protien shake before washing it down with water.

"Once you done eating, meet me outside. We goin' somewhere."