If you were to take a mere glance my way, I’m sure you’d be terrified if I were your enemy, and hiding behind my massive frame that surpasses seven feet in height. I’m sure you think me some sort of villain with a black pirate’s patch covering my right eye. To top it off, my muscular frame probably scares small children easily, mixed with my rigorous training in Muay Thai martial arts, one of the most deadly known arts in the world.

Heh, let me assure you, I’m not a very mean person. Perhaps I let my anger get the better of me, but I try to be an upstanding citizen to my people. Thailand, hopefully, can look up to me to inspire and keep them safe. Sagat is the Siamese word for protect, after all.

I hope this tournament isn’t a rash decision on my part, but it probably is. I will today begin the ceremony for my Street Fighting tournament. Perhaps people worldwide will know the value of Muay Thai, and that I am proud to be an inspiration to all, young and old.

I’m sure you are wondering why I wear the eye patch by now. I’ll tell you about it, but it brings on great guilt. When I was younger, I was challenged by a man from Hong Kong. He was a Muay Thai warrior, and his name was Go Hibiki. I’ll admit he may have been quite the warrior, that is until, I lost my eye. I don’t know whether it was on purpose or now, but my right eye was forcefully torn from it’s socket, and I must say I hadn’t made such a loud scream in years. In my rage from my ocular loss, I beat Go to within an inch of his life. He died shortly after, his body caving in on itself. I was a murderer, pure and simple. Had I less gall, I may have followed the ideals of the ancient Babylonian laws of Hammurabi, and taken out his eye instead, as the saying goes.

To be honest, the loss of that eye made me stronger. Since I had bad vision in the right eye, losing it allowed my focus of perfect vision to remain in my left. Had I known this sooner, I may have had something done about it, but I’m no scientist, so there’s little to be stated on that matter.

You may see not a spec of hair on my body, and it’s partly due to balding, but also due to shaving. The hair is just something more for the enemy to grasp, and I’m a big target. My hair is, or rather, was a light purple, which I believe is called lavender. I guess pink hair isn’t the most intimidating thing in the world to see, is it? Regardless, I prefer my opponents at their best whenever possible.

Well now, all this talking has been quite the time taker. It’s almost time to introduce the myself to my competition. Ah, but I should let my pupil, and perhaps Thailand’s second best Muay Thai warrior, Adon, know that is about time to start.

I hesitate as I stand outside his room. I know he has been feeling tense about many things. They say it’s a long drop from first to second, and Adon seems to be well aware. Don’t think of him as anything like myself on the battlefield. While he may be my student, his technique is nothing like my own. I utilize the styling of Tiger Muay Thai, while Adon uses Jaguar Muay Thai instead. Adon makes it no secret that he wishes to take my place and step all over my skull about his acclamation of his title. He tells me all the time, in fact, but it hardly bothers me. If he beats me and takes my championship, then so be it. I think it’ll be the best fight I’ll ever have to handle, as my student takes my title through the hardest effort of his life. Suffice to say, I’m not too keen on giving up my title, but Adon might have the potential to claim it someday.

I must applaud his enthusiasm though, for he is very dedicated to Muay Thai. As I open the door though, the sight of Adon, nearly a foot and a half shorter than me, but still very muscular glares at me, it’s a rather neutral glance, but I know he’s going to want to tell me to go to hell.

"Adon." I speak, addressing my red haired, long chinned student.

He sneers at me, as his teeth tighten, "Yea, what do you want?" he grunts in an unfriendly manner.

With a deep breath, I pay his attitude no heed as my lone eye blinks while I continue, "I thought you might want to see what kind of competition we may face. I believe all the competitors have arrived." I wonder if he even cares, for you’ll see it for yourself, but Adon is rather cocky, and has an ego that burns brighter than the sun.

"You waste my time with that?" he yells, almost losing his patience. "I can handle ANYONE who comes my way!" He proclaims with enough pride to successfully host a one man pride parade if he wanted to. I guess he didn’t care at all, but I’m not surprised.

I’m in no mood to start an argument, but I’m still his teacher, in spite of an age difference less than a decade apart. "Don’t be overconfident, Adon."

"Yea, whatever," he rudely replies as his Muay Thai bandaged hand bashes against the hard wood table beside him, splitting it in half. "When I have the crowd on MY side, I won’t need to rely on my own ego."

"I see some things don’t change." Wait, did I say that out loud? Hmm, I guess I did, so I might as well make the best of it."You must realize that the crowd means nothing! If you were as true to Muay Thai as you think you were, you wouldn’t be obsessed with power and fame." I explain to him. In other words, I’m wasting my time, as he’s heard this speech many times before. "Muay Thai is not meant for everyone. It is brutal, and fierce, yet you have proven to overcome the odds, Adon. Does that not make you proud of yourself?"

"I AM proud of myself!" he snaps at me as his right fist clenches in front of my face. I do not flinch though, as he wouldn’t dare strike me here. "It’s that nobody else IS." his cold, menacing glare softens slightly as he continues, "Then again, I guess you’re not very proud of yourself, ‘master’."

He knew that well. It may have made no sense to anyone listening in, especially with Adon’s poor grammar, but I know what he means. I want to prove myself as the best there is with this tournament, there is no doubt about it. "Perhaps..." I pause, sighing, "You are right." I’m not afraid to agree with my pupil when he’s correct. It’s not that either of us are more or less experienced than the other. We’re both from Thailand, a rather poor, backwards third world nation, and the third world corruption has effected both of our lives in vital ways.

For Adon, the boy grew up in a third world environment, growing up alone with his mother. I must say, Adon’s mother is a rather beautiful, green haired woman. I believe it’s one of those things called a MILF, but I digress.

I was more fortunate to grow up in more favorable settings of life. My problem was popularity amongst my peers. Aside from having uneven vision, I was actually rather short. It wasn’t until I reached about fourteen years of age that I began to grow tall. It was also at around this time that I took to mastering Muay Thai, and I must say I mastered it within the year. Really, I learned rather fast. The limb motions and strikes were so easy to follow and utilize. Even with such a natural taking to Muay Thai, it is a brutal fighting style. It’s brutal for both the utilizer and his opposition when Muay Thai has been mastered.

"Just hurry up." I say speak simply to my student as I exit his room, "You’re expected to be present…" my eye glances back to him, a slight grin on my face. "Otherwise, you’ll be disqualified." Not that I could, since Adon was my second to last in the tournament. In other words, whoever of the thirty-two warriors taking part in this competition wins his way to first will fight Adon. It basically means he has a byline to a free bronze trophy if he should lose. Whoever wins that fight gets to battle me for championship. Believe me when I say that I know Adon is pumped and ready for a chance to battle and humiliate me with defeat while stripping my title away from me.

He follows me, as we reach near the quaint, yet crowded room where many cultures fill the room with warriors of all shapes and backgrounds. I am impressed, and at the same time pleased, excited, and frightened. I am glad to test my might against warriors of other martial arts, and excited to get the chance to witness many thrilling battles by these warriors. It almost makes me sad that I must fight only the winner, but the way I see it from another perspective, I could very easily lose. I will admit that I am far from the invincible being. The empty right eye socket I cover up reminds me every day, and from it, I see the world.

I notice Adon, glancing up and down the competition like a child staring into a pet shop with elephants and tigers for sale, yet they’re forced to live with parents too smart to think of making such a lavish purchase, with even more a money drain just to take care of the beast heavier nearly four times heavier than yourself, and the capability of killing you. Never underestimate the beast. My respect goes to any man or woman who can subdue a bear or an elephant with his bare hands. They could do any fighting moves they want, just no energy projectiles, and no weapons, regardless of how primitive. It takes a true man to kill an elephant barehanded. I wonder if I’ll meet a person like that here today.

Ah, but Adon’s eyes have paused somewhere, and judging by the fact that where his eyes gaze so intently seems to be female, I think I can figure out what he’s thinking.

"You are wise to assess your opposition, Adon," I state sagely with a grin on my face, receiving an uninterested nod from my pupil, and grumble of ‘shove off’ "Still, I don’t think you’ll do too well if your eyes get caught between that woman’s chest." I can’t say I don’t blame him though, enjoying one of life’s simplest, yet most complex pleasures.

It takes him a second or two, but soon enough, Adon’s eyes widened in shock, and his face took on a look of embarrassment and panic. "What... you..." Sometimes I enjoy authority and the humility it brings.

Hmm, I must admit though, Adon’s taste in women is very similar to my own. As I look, I get a strange feeling that my eye might get stuck betwixt those nice curves. She is a bit eerie with purple hair, tied in a braid, and let to fall behind her head from there. Ah, I best not think on it too much. I have more important things to focus on than feeding the one eyed monster. Heh, I crack myself up sometimes.

"Relax Adon." I state, holding my hand in front of me to grab his elbow or knee if he dares to lash out at me. "It’s no big deal. You don’t think you’re the only one whose eyes have gauged assets of the other gender in battle. In my case, however, that never happened." I never had the chance, due to my situation in life. With a chuckle, I finish it with a joke. "After all, to have eyes roam, you need to have both eyes."

Adon groans, glaring at me with . He probably wants to cave my mouth in just so I can’t say any more stupid, corny jokes. I guess I can’t exactly blame him, due to the fact that his sense of humor is far different than my own. "I’ve done worse than look though. Let’s just say that while I’m striking with my elbows and shins, my hands enjoy physical contact with more than just these bandages."

Somehow, I doubt that my student believes me. "You were joking, right?" he asked after a few seconds delay, "I mean, as you attack, you’re grabbing at the same time? I don’t believe THAT much. I mean, seriously." He sure isn’t a sharp one, but Adon comes through every once in a while, like right now. Adon was laughing, which is a good thing, for sure.

"Well, okay. So I don’t grab grope and punch at the same time." I laugh, holding my hands out to shrug in guilt, "You caught me there." I laugh heartily at that, and savor a short moment of friendship between teacher and student, even if Adon’s laugh sounds worse than a car alarm when it’s hearty.

Regardless, it’s about time I actually welcomed the thirty-two warriors, and explain what is going on. I’m sure they are as eager as I am to do battle.

Opening the door to the room where the warrior wait casts a sudden silence as all eyes fall upon me, or at least, almost everyone looks my way, and my single eye widens with a slight sense of stage fright. Talk about being put on the spot, and I’ll now understand it. Regardless, as the saying goes, the show shall go on!

I make a short speech, and a boring one at that. I won’t hurt your ears by making you listen to it. Not even a warrior deserves to hear a more boring and cliche speech like that. Regardless, an important fact you not know about the tournament yet is that the fighting starts tomorrow. It is getting late as is, and today is just a welcoming ceremony with even a complementary dinner just because. Sometimes, being the god of Muay Thai provides a monetary benefit. How does it work? I’m not sure, but I’ve never been a big fan of big cash, so I figure I’ll put it to good use with a healthy meal to provide the competitors with plenty of useful carbohydrate energy.

I notice the purple haired woman talk to Adon, and shake my head in disappointment to he flaunts his lack of social grace so willingly. He’s smiling widely though, after their brief talk, so I suppose that it didn’t go TOO badly, I guess.

Personally, I’d like nothing more than to get some food in my stomach and then plop down for some shut eye, no pun intended. For real, it’s going to be a long day tomorrow, and I’m not even fighting. Regardless, I will watch through my single eye. I lost an eye to see the world more clearly, and it is always spectacular to watch a good fight, I assure you.