A Love To Fight For (BoyxBoy)

Chapter12

"King"

Left jab

Right jab

Combination

Could this guy be so simple, he had no chance against me. He does the same moves over again which makes him Very predictable. He's also very sloppy, so over the place.

I let out a sigh. I was barely breaking a sweat.

The muscle head gave me a frustrated look when I yawned of boredom.

"I will destroy you!"He yelled out.

I gave him a  questioning look.

Was it really necessary for trash talk? I began to get bored dodging his moves so when he came at me with his right jab I went across and caused him to stumble.

He didn't like that to much, he charged at me angrily. I easily grabbed him by his head and smashed his face against the concrete wall.

The crowd went wild in excitement  as he fell to the floor, head surrounded by blood.

I felt no remorse for him, he asked for.

As quickly as it started, the match was over.

"King, I see you haven't lost your touch. But don't you think slamming his head into the wall was to much?"He asked in fake concern.

He let out a cackling laugh.

He placed some money in my hand and led me to the dressing room to change into regular clothes.

When I walked into the smelly dressing room.

All the guys gave me dirty looks, I didn't have to ask what for I already knew why. Now that I was back, more people were betting on me instead of them.

Other words, while I was gaining more money, they were losing money. Which made me a huge target on everyone's radar. Everyone been wanting to challenge me, this has been my fourth fight this week.

It really didn't bother me, I have bigger and better things on my mind then a bunch of jealous pinks.

Which is why thirty looks didn't faze me.

They began talking loudly about me, laughing like idiots.

What, are we in high-school?

I've been to high-school and this is exactly how these dumb girls act when I walk down the hall.

Whispering into each others ears then talking a look at me laughing, blushing when I caught them staring.

I ignored them and changed into a pair of black jeans and a dark blue hoodie.

They were still watching me as if any moment I'd be set off. Some looked with interest, some looked with fear.

Their eyes followed me when I walked, maybe thinking I would go postal any second.

They probably never seen a fighter so calm in their life.

Outside the dressing room, the room was crowded.

The table were people made bets were overflowing,  people were screaming and cheering as the person they wanted to win won.

In the ring was this short black boy, his muscles were lean but definitely there, his hair was cut short, close to his head, and on top of that he was a great fighter.

He was so quick, leaving his opponent in a daze of confusion every time he popped him in the face.

The boy was concentrated, quick, and skilled.