Bairn entered the cage, and stood with his back straight, arms hanging down at his side, establishing his look. Across the cage his opponent laughed, pointed at Bairn, and just shook his head. It was all right. the audience didn’t know what to make of the face paint yet either, but they would.
Bairn tossed his nerves and excitement aside along with his coat, and focused on the man he’d be facing. The match was all that mattered now. He had to make his name on the back of this opponent, and it had to be a definitive win. He couldn’t afford to lose couldn’t afford to care.
If he couldn’t do what was needed now, he’d never make it. He waited for the bell to ring, and prepared to take a life.
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