Red was new to this area and his pockets were currently empty. It spent most of his money on his travels. Why was he traveling he still didn't quite know he was looking for something that thing. Yet not knowing what it is or what it was that he was seeking he seemed to just wander and travel.
Red had heard about the arena. Which added a smile on his face, there was nothing like a good fight to wake up the soul. And a not bad way to make money. Seems like a good way to start out his adventure in this new place why not give it a go. It's not like he had anything better to do.
Once he had found the place he filled out all the forms talk to the people he had talked to. Once he got all signed up they gave him a date and time for a fight. Telling him he'll find out who his opponent is if he was brave enough to show up.
It was about a week later, Red strolled back into the arena.
They took him back to the areas where the letter gets prepared for him in a room all alone as they didn't want to scare the newcomers said.
Red was a man of action has spent years training in combat. He has been in different martial arts since he had been six years old. And slowly graduated to streetfighting as he got older as the rules of organized martial arts tournaments got boring and old. They didn't feel that the thrill anymore.
He was about 5'9 his brownish hair was short long enough that no one would get a fistful of his hair as a man was not putting enough work into it as he had enough to deal with his beard. His beard was a brownish red that seemed to become redder in the sunlight. He had a pretty decent long beard that was about 6 inches or so well-maintained. His eyes were dark green little sparks of brown hidden within them. Red had spent his whole life doing extreme physical activity, fighting, underground martial arts tournaments, extreme marathons, triathlons, all types of extreme physical competitions. He trained with martial arts experts underground fighting experts and military all over the world. He was slightly addicted to combat. His body was built like an athlete if he painted himself white and stood on a pedestal and posed many would've thought he was carved out of marble if he could stay still enough. He weighed probably about 165 lbs.
As he sat there he began wrapping his hands in the traditional Muay Thai fashion images.app.goo.gl/7zQc837FCk9bEx9PA
. Swapping his pants to lose the more loose MMA style of red shorts. Which looked awkward with his black flatbottom steel-toed boots. Red learned years ago that people like to try to step on your toes and smash your feet and he decided from then on he was wearing boots.
They called his name and told him he was next. Slowly making his way out through the entrance door on to the sand as he made his way into the middle of the arena. It reminded him of the arenas of old ancient Rome.
He began to look around to see where his opponent may come from.