Hidden in a deep dark part of city, near the strip clubs and biker bars lies an aparently abndoned building. Soccer moms drive by and believe it to be abandoned. Men have only heard rumors about it, like some sort of underground fight club that everyone questions exists at all. But the members of T-Nation know what really goes on.
Membership is by invite only. Nobody has ever come in asking for more information. They have never built the courage to actually open the painted over front door. Receving an invite is a compliment in an of itself. It is a sign that someone sees something in you that is a cut above the rest. You have potential. You are not made from the same mold. They only take the best and an invitation has neve been denied.
The members come from every walk of life. While the rumors say that it is the hangout for the Hell's Angels or members of the underworld, the truth is that most of the members are professionals and have college degrees. Each departs their job to return to this cave of a building to live a life that would make everyone in their office sweat blood. It is a life of pain, sweat, and work. It is there that they refine themselves into those men for whom everyone holds that combination of fear and admiration; they are the modern day superheroes.
Those who build enough courage to enter the front door will find a gym like no other. There is no front desk, nobody has ever attempted to enter these sacred walls without the proper invite. The only thing greeting the members is the sound of heavy metal, weights crashing, and a large black and red T-like symbol. It is the symbol they all follow like some sort of religion. It's meaning is simple - Testosterone.
Going further inside, one will see a gym that calls back to the days of Pumping Iron. There are few machines tucked in the corner, mostly for leg extensions and cable work. Weights are stacked everywhere so there is never difficulty finding what you want. Nobody cares about how much you actually lift. The only thing that matters is how much more you could do than yesterday. Men once unable to deadlift their own body weight have stood toe to toe with some of the largest monsters to walk the face of the earth, each holding mutual respect each other. Character is judged by desire, effort and improvement, not by numbers.
The walls are covered with mirors, inspirational quotes, various pictures of women in bikinis (if anything at all), and pictures of their members and other great bodybuilders. It is an interior deigners nighmare - the lifters made it that way for a reason. You are not here to be comfortable. You are here to work.
For all of its intimidating qualities, those who lift there are like some sort of family. While they may all take shots at one another, every single one of them would be there for the other in a heartbeat. Not a discouraging word is ever heard...that is unless someone hasn't been putting in full effort. Anything less that 100% is liable to draw the ire of all of those who use the strength of the collective to better thenselves. The few women who do enter these walls, the Vixens as they are called, are protected like they were the sisters of each one of the men. No man dares hurt, physically or emotionally, a Vixen for fear of what the T-Nation would do to him. One quote on the wall sums up the relationship between each of the men. It simply reads, "The strenghth of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack."
For those of you who think you can handle it, don't bother asking. If you're meant to be there, you already know where it lies. All you can do is learn as much as you can, give 100% in everything you do, and make yourself the best you can be. The T-Nation is watching. They will call your name when it is time.