Max and Tyson were lying in the dojo's garden, lapping up the sun. They were enjoying the peace, something they hadn't experienced recently. They were waiting for the taxi which would come and take them away.

After the last championships the media had been practically stalking them. Ray had gone back to his village where no one cold find him and Kai had just become untrackable. Max had gone back to the states but that hadn't gone to well, the others had been jealous of all the attention from the media and his superiority in the ring and had bullied him mercilessly. When he cried out to his mother she had merely turned her back on him and a blind eye on the bulling, that had been a harder blow than eve Michael's punches. Max had left without saying anything, he had been hurt before now he was just bitter.He'd gone to his father for support but his dad thought his mother an angel and now believed Max to be in the wrong, he'd told Max to go back and apologise. Another blow. But now Max was just bitter, he'd show them, he'd show them all.

Tyson, even after his victory, was still ignored by his brother, who only came to tell him to train harder. His Grandpa had agreed with him. It was in this depressed state that Mr D had found them and him who told them to take a holiday at some resort of his and to come back when they felt like it.

The taxi drove up and they got in, there stuff had been taken ahead of them. They had decided not to come back until they felt they could face this great big mess and throw it back into their tormentors faces. The taxi pulled away. They didn't look back.