Team Gangrene

You look around to see a group of grimy green guys standing a few feet away.

You grab Nuh's legs, one in each hand, and arc your back. As Nuh falls forward, you roll, spinning Nuh. You pounce on her the second she hits the mat, holding her hands down with your hands, her legs on your shoulders. You wink at her, then stand up and brush yourself off as Blackfire helps Nuh up.

"Yes, actually," you finally answer them. "And you three are?"

"We're Team Gangrene," the leader says. As he talks, you can see that his teeth are covered with yellow and green gunk, and his tongue is a putrid yellow-green, like a rotten fruit.

"Like the disease?" Nuh says, her eyes showing disgust at the leader's mouth.

"Yeah," the shortest says. His hair is matted down with grease and sweat, with acne erupting all over his nose and forehead. He seems the lightest of the three as well. "And we're entering the fighting tournaments."

"That's right," the leader says. "Pahs here is entering the G'quopa division," he says, nodding to the short one, "and Goober here is in the Heavyweight division." He nods to the hefty one on the other side of him.

"Yeah, an Boss Jin Jah Vai Tus here is in the middleweight division," Goober says.

"Which means you'll most likely be losing to me," Jin Jah Vai Tus says calmly.

"How so?" you ask.

"Well, it's not like you're going to get very strong play-fighting with two girls," Jin says. "Even if one is a Tamaranian." He eyes Blackfire, who scoffs and leads Nuh to the treadmills.

You laugh at their arrogance, then calmly walk over to the bench press machine.

"Yeah, that's right," Pahs, the short one says. "Walk away! Heheheh!"

The bench press machine simulates weight by pushing down on the bar with equal force. The user interface has a knob for you to turn. You turn it up to 250lbs, much greater than your own weight. You lie down on the bench, and take the bar in your hands.