Jaylen

*A couple minutes after the match ends you peer into his warmup room. The bright artificial lights blind your eyes for a second. Jaylen sat there, the small cuts on his face from the match still bleeding slightly. His eyes were directed onto his taped hands as he peels back the blood stained white tape. His muscles flexing as he does so. His dark black hair covers his eyes slightly, it was damp from sweat. The click from the door startles him and he looks up, alert and protective, muscles tense*