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Once I walked into the open area, I quickly noticed tires probably weighing in excess of 300 pounds, the different sizes of sledge hammers, bars hanging off the walls, ropes off the ceiling and on the walls, dumbbells, machines, gas masks, Airdyne bikes, and wheelbarrows, all creating the space known only as “API.” I whispered to my pals, “Wow, definitely not your typical weight room” as we slowly made our way in. I immediately felt a surge of adrenaline as my eyes widened even though we had not slept all night.

A familiar face approached us with a kind smile and a firm handshake. “Hey guys, I’m Scott. I hear you came down all the way from Canada?” I recognized him from the Sean Sherk and Brock Lesnar UFC All Access show, although now he was missing the crazy goatee. He had a warm face and stocky frame with slightly rounded cheeks, with a darkness I could not put my finger on. He was very friendly with a bright demeanor, which was quite the opposite of his image, as he looked like a very tough guy, rugged with a helping of “I will kick your ass!”