Hey everyone, it's been a while hasn't it?

This story is about Sagat's life. It probably isn't exactly how his life has been, but close enough :)

This chapter will be focused on Sagat's childhood.

Thailand

Sagat was sitting on his doorstep, reading a book about the western world.

"Hey, Sagat!" A young boy who was the same age as Sagat called his name.

"Yes?" Sagat replied.

"I was just wondering if you're head ever hits the ceiling in your house?" A group of kids burst out laughing. Sagat was bullied for his abnormal height.

Sagat lived in a poverty struck town and he didn't have any friends, so he spent most of his days by himself. He looks completely different to the Sagat we know, he has no eyepatch, no scar and he has hair.

Sagat walked inside and found an extremely happy expression on his Mother's face.

"Sagat, look what I bought!"

"What is it, Mother?"

Sagat's Mother moved to the side, revealing a television.

"Television!" Sagat shouted.

"That's right!"

"Mother, you didn't have to do this."

"Nonsense, look how happy you are!"

There was no denying the happy expression on Sagat's face. He couldn't believe it, he had a TV!

The next day

"Hello and welcome to the national Muay Thai championship!"

Sagat was watching the national Muay Thai championship on TV. He had never been interested in martial arts before, but everyone in his village spoke about it, so it must be worth a watch.

Sagat watched two fighters go at it, blood, sweat and tears were clearly being put into the match. It was strange, why would these fighters be so determined to hurt others? What is the meaning of the fight? *wink wink*

"YES! PUMMEL HIM! YOU CAN DO IT!" Sagat found himself relentlessly cheering on the challenger.

"What are you watching, Sagat?"

"Muay Thai!"

"Martial arts? I never knew you were into that."

"It's awesome! I want to grow up to be just like these guys!"

The next day, Sagat visited a Muay Thai Gym just outside of the village.

"Hello, my name is Viktor Sagat and I wish to join this gym." Sagat told the owner.

The gym had yellow walls, four sandbags, a sparring ring and some other training equipment that Sagat didn't recognize.

"You're a tall fellow, aren't you?" The owner replied.

"Yes, I think that my body will help me fight."

The gym owner examined Sagat's physique, and he was very impressed with what he saw. Sagat had a natural, muscular build on top of being very tall for his age.

"Incredible..."

"What, Sir?"

"Your physique is a gift, boy! With this, nobody can stop you once you learn to fight!"

"Really!?"

"Really!"

So what do you think? I know this is a short chapter, but I did this on purpose to see if you readers enjoy what you are reading :)