You know the grumpy middle-aged auntie/uncle who will whip around with an accusing glare and ‘tsk’ you when you laugh aloud on the bus? This

My first friends at Onyx, I haven’t seen them for a while, maybe a few years even. It is a sad thing, a little bit, but it is inevitable.

Fighting whether professionally or not, is not a game. So, even if it deals a blow to the ego, when your trainer tells you not yet, they mea

It is so easy to imagine fighters as a symbol of strength and fitness, as though we are all born ultimate warriors. Maybe it runs true for t

Chocolate Onyx writes about her experiences in football and our growth with the female Woodlands Wellington Football Club.

We are one the of the first few people to meet our members when they step into Onyx. Every evening, the members amble up the road with a...