Mundo stepped onto the Sparring Grounds with cleaver in hand, his tongue utterly dripping with saliva as he seemed intent to fight someone. Or anyone, for that matter. The purple behemoth of a Zaunite didn't care who or what it was, he was just bored and wanted some kind of entertainment. He knew he could get that by coming here, having heard so much about it from some of his fellow champions off the Fields.
He resigned himself to wandering about, taking note of the various battles taking place, as he searched for an opponent worthy (or bold) enough to face him.