Marcus Steel moved to the center of the circle, his voice carrying the authority of a drill sergeant. "Ladies and gentlemen, we've been called here tonight because of Maria Santos."

He gestured to his tablet, and Alex Steele connected it to a large screen that descended from the ceiling. The image that appeared showed a woman in her mid-thirties, clearly struggling with her weight but with determination burning in her dark eyes.

"Maria is a single mother of two, works sixty-hour weeks as an emergency room nurse, and hasn't had time for herself in five years. She's gained eighty pounds since her divorce, her energy is shot, and her confidence is at rock bottom. She's tried every diet, every quick fix, every miracle program on the market. Nothing has worked long-term."

Sarah felt her heart clench. She'd seen this story too many times.

"Three days ago," Marcus continued, "Maria's eight-year-old daughter asked her why mommy was always too tired to play. Maria broke down, called her sister, and begged for help. Her sister happens to be Dr. Elena Santos—the sports medicine physician who works with Olympic athletes."

Recognition flashed across several faces. Dr. Santos was legendary in elite fitness circles.

"Dr. Santos called me. She told me that traditional approaches weren't working because Maria's situation requires something extraordinary. She needs rapid results to build momentum, but she also needs sustainable methods that fit her chaotic schedule. She needs to lose fat fast, but safely. She needs strength training that fits in her living room. She needs a program that works around her life, not against it."

Phoenix Wright stood up, her red hair catching the light as she began pacing. "So we're dealing with metabolic damage from years of stress and yo-yo dieting, time constraints that make traditional gym approaches impossible, and a psychology that's been beaten down by repeated failures."

"Exactly," Marcus nodded. "Dr. Santos said that if anyone could create a fat-torching foundation that actually works for real people with real lives, it would be us. All of us."

Ethan "Gold" Harris crossed his arms, his bodybuilder's analytical mind already working. "What's her timeline?"

"Six months to show dramatic results. Her daughter's ninth birthday is in six months, and Maria wants to be the energetic, confident mother her daughter remembers."

Axel Ironside's deep voice rumbled from the strength training section. "What's her current fitness level?"

"Beginner. She can barely climb two flights of stairs without getting winded. But she's a nurse—she understands anatomy and physiology better than most people."

Derek "Iron" Cruz stepped forward, his street-training background making him practical. "Living situation?"

"Small apartment. No gym access. Budget is tight. Equipment has to be minimal and versatile."

Oscar Wilde spoke for the first time, his voice carrying the elegant cadence that had charmed Victorian London. "The lady requires not merely a program, but a transformation of spirit. Physical change without emotional renaissance is merely temporary sculpture."

Che Guevara nodded, his revolutionary passion evident. "She needs to reclaim her power. This is not just about losing weight—this is about liberation from the systems that have oppressed her self-worth."

Rasputin's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity. "The body holds the memory of all failures. We must purge these memories and implant new ones of victory."

Vincent van Gogh's hands moved as if painting in the air. "I see swirling energies of transformation, colors of renewal bleeding through the darkness of despair. This requires artistry, not just methodology."

Mozart tapped his fingers in complex rhythms. "Every movement must be orchestrated like a symphony—building tempo, creating crescendos, establishing harmony between effort and recovery."

Edgar Allan Poe's voice carried the weight of shadows. "She has walked through the valley of self-doubt. Our program must be her raven—nevermore shall she suffer the torment of ineffective methods."

Blackbeard's presence filled the space like a storm. "Aye, we'll give her weapons that cut through excuses like a cutlass through rigging. No quarter given to weakness!"

P.T. Barnum spread his arms wide. "And we'll make it the greatest show on earth! Every workout a performance, every result a standing ovation!"

Sarah felt the energy in the room building like electricity before a storm. This wasn't just about creating another fitness program. This was about combining the greatest minds in fitness history to solve an impossible problem.

"So how do we do it?" she asked.