Here's a video so you guys will understand.
"Hello, my name is Reeson Foster and I'm going to train the chosen fighter. There's nothing else I have to say so uh...bye." Reeson awkwardly waved before making his way off the ring, but the sponsor caught the back of his hoodie and pulled him back into place. Reeson straightend himself and glared at his friend.
"Reeson here is going to take part into choosing who is eligible. He is a master in various forms of martial arts." Reeson pushed the sponsors shoulder like a shy schoolgirl and said:
"Oh, stop it you're making me blush." The guy in the gray suit rolled his eyes and continued on explaining.
"The tournament is where the best fighters from all over test their skills. This tournament isn't necessarily legal, so it will be taken place out of the public eye. If you are chosen, you will have to sign a contract stating that you will not speak of this with any type of press."
"Yeah, we don't want any police on our ass. " Reeson said while grabbing the mic. The sponsor snatched it back while giving Reeson a sideways glare.
"What Reeson said is true and not only will we be in trouble, but also the fighter we choose, so think carefully of your choices." He warned.
"That is all I have to say for now, I hope many of you place your bets and enjoy the show. " With that, the sponsor walked off the stage with Reeson following.
" Let's get this party started with the opening fight!" The crowed went wild when the announcer came back onto the stage. The lights dimmed so that the only light was focused on the ring. "Bringing to the stage is the rising star that has only lost one fight in her whole career. Her speedy quick moves and hard punches knock her opponents out. I give you, Sarenda Sitzer!" As the announcer finished, I was already on my side of the ring. I gave the crowd a small wave as they chanted my name. Are you readers beginning to understand the reason why I'm so damn cocky? It's because of them.
"This man is known as the devil incarnate himself, he leaves no mercy for his opponents. He has lost only twice and one was only because he killed his opponent and that is against the rules in hand to hand combat. This man, ladies and gentlemen, is Marco Polo!" I had to catch myself from laughing cause he was seriously named Marco Polo of all names. Most of the crowd went silent when he came on because they were either intimidated or just didn't like the guy. I could understand why they were intimidated since the guy looks like the Hulk's younger brother, minus the green skin, of course. Marco was all muscle and not the kind you find attractive, but the one where you wonder if the person was on some serious steroids. His arms and chest were covered with bulging muscles the has several veins travelling everywhere. What the fuck does this guy eat, the unborn?
"The fight will start... now!" The announcer ran off the stage and let us to our own devices.
"I'm going to destroy you and get that million." Marco growled in a thick Italian accent. This keeps getting better and better.
"Marco!?" I shouted while looking around.
"What?" His lip rose unattractively.
"You're supposed to say Polo." I gave him an innocent smile, which made him let out a sort of war cry and charge straight at me.
"You know, was it awkward as a kid?" I asked nonchalantly as I stepped out of his path. He slammed into the ropes of the ring and let out a frustrated growl.
"I mean, people must've teased you for your name." I commented as I dodged yet another charge.
"I'm guessing that you being Italian isn't making it any better, huh?" I asked while swooping down to dodge his punch.
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The Life Of Sarenda Sitzer(DISCONTINUED)
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