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TESTIMONIALS


Imagine someone walking in for the first time and seeing your logo. Not just on the front door that they walk past once, but everywhere – on shirts members are wearing, and apparel in your pro shop. On the equipment they’re using in classes and carrying with them.

Imagine the kind of first impression that makes, and what it would mean for your gym.

We know you’ve put in the hard work to make your studio one-of-a-kind. We’re here to help you show it off, with custom bags, gloves, shirts and more! Gym owners across the country are loving the difference Century customs has made for them, and you will too!

See real customer stories:

APRIL 2021

  • Jupiter Kickboxing

    Jupiter Kickboxing

    August 24 2021

    JUPITER KICKBOXING HAS NEVER LOOKED BETTER... "Since as long as I can remember, opening up my own martial arts school has been a dream of mine. When I finally did, one of my first thoughts was, 'I don't have the budget to compete with these million-dollar companies that I'm competing with.' Then came Katie with Century Martial Arts!"   "Katie...

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  • CARDIO KICK

    CARDIO KICK

    August 02 2021

    Cardio Kick studio is changing lives in Fairfield, CT, with their kick-butt stamina and strength workouts. Stacy DeSabella, co-owner of Cardio Kick, wanted to show that these weren’t just any old kickboxing classes – these were Cardio Kick classes! She reached out to the Century team for custom gloves and bags, and in no time at all she had the...

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  • I AM LIFT TESTIMONIAL

    I AM LIFT TESTIMONIAL

    July 06 2021

    iAmLIFT had almost everything it needed to offer clients the total fitness experience. Personal and group classes? Check. Nutritional guidance? Check. Their website even boasts a podcast, where anyone can go listen for inspiration and advice. The only thing they were missing was custom gear. They went to the one place they knew would measure up to their high standards,...

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