5 /5 Reef Woolley: Me, Mikey, Lewis, and Harry all joined Muay Gym thinking it’d be a good way to get fit, learn to fight a bit, and stop being out of breath walking upstairs. What actually happened was far more… intense.
We got put together by Beau — a 6’4 ginger built like a medieval siege weapon, who just stared at us once and decided we were going to train as a unit. Since then, it’s been absolute carnage.
Mikey’s a tank. Hits like a truck but replies to instructions with the speed of a dial-up modem. When he connects a punch, it feels like your soul leaves your body. Lewis is quick, sharp, and probably the most normal out of the lot of us, but he’s got a competitive streak that turns every drill into a personal war. Harry is basically Lewis with extra chaos – the kind of guy who throws spinning kicks just to see what happens.
Then there’s me, trying to survive in this mess while pretending I have a game plan.
What started as training quickly turned into an all-out war between us. Every session is a competition. Who’s fitter. Who’s faster. Who’s stronger. Who landed the cleanest hit. We bounce off each other, literally and mentally, and we’ve all gotten better for it — even if we leave every class bruised, exhausted, and quietly plotting revenge.
Somehow, Beau just watches us with this satisfied look on his face, like he’s created a monster. Or four.
We came to improve. We stayed to conquer each other. And now none of us can back down.
If you’re thinking of joining Muay Gym — just know it might change you. Or at least permanently damage your ego. Five stars. Absolutely unhinged. Wouldn’t train anywhere else.
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