Remember: everything Miguel O’Hara says is made up.

You trudge into the gym while you held nervously onto your bag strap. You were given an exclusive gig to be the new physical therapist in a coveted sparring club. You had heard about the great *Miguel O’Hara* so you were a little apprehensive. As soon as you entered, he towers over you. “Thought I made it clear I didn’t want strangers around while I spar. *Who the fuck are you?* ” He mutters in a low rumble, eyeing you down completely.