Fight for Glory↠NaLu

Chapter 12: The King of the Ring

As he walked to his corner, he looked over his shoulder again and flashed a grin towards her through the fans, hoping she'd notice it was only for her.

"So you're gonna kick his ass just like how I told you." Gildarts said, patting Natsu's back. The MC was blabbering as usual while they set up, the lights only fixated on the fighting stage.

Gray shoved the clear mouth guard in Natsu's mouth, a natural instinct to wrinkle his nose. Ever since Gildarts accidentally knocked a tooth out by putting his mouth guard in, Gray's been in charge to not bust his teeth. "Make sure you finish this guy off quick."

Natsu rolled his tongue over the guard and nodded. He stood up to let his overlay robe be taken off, showing his overly toned upper body. 

As a "gift," Natsu spit on Gray's hand.

"Fucking gross! What the hell, Natsu!" Gray hissed and wiped his slimy hand on a towel.

A load of people screamed louder, the audience more riled up than ever. Levy purposefully nudged Lucy in the side, wiggling her eyebrows.

"He's even better in person than in pictures, don't you think?" Levy teasingly asked with a sneaky grin.

Lucy's face flared up with a faint blush. He definitely was, but she wasn't going to admit that out loud.

A pair of orange eyes already looked his way when he glanced at his opponent. His demeanor was disgusting, a sly grin fixating the cocky attitude he proudly showed off.

Natsu walked to the middle to pound fists as a sportsmanship act like always before every match, but narrowed his brows when Loke waved him off.

"Hey, this ain't your home, show some respect." Natsu spat, setting the tone of the tension.

Loke scoffed and shook his head, "It'll be mine in a few rounds, pussy."

"Another lil' bitch I gotta knock some sense into, 'aight." Natsu laughed, still holding out his gloves to pound fists.

The referee took place over the MC, making sure they didn't take cheap shots at each other before the bell rung. On the other hand, he couldn't stop the insults from flying back and forth between the two young men.

"Try me, princess. You just fight here because it's the only fans who like you."

"We'll see."

"Yeah, everyone'll see Natsu Fagneel get knocked out."

"Lok's gon' choke."

Loke's eyes bulged wide in anger right as the first bell rang, taking no time to send a fist flying at Natsu's head.

"Fuck you!" Loke yelled over the crowd, sending multiple reckless punches that only seemed to go far as touching air.

Natsu waved a glove in the air like he waved a finger. "Nuh uh, that's no way for a kitty to scratch. Forget to sharpen your claws?"

The opponent growled and took a step back, eyeing what next move to use.

Natsu watched his eyes, a smirk growing to see Loke glancing at his right hip and left shoulder, already knowing he'd aim at opposites. It was like he could already see his movements from watching enough film to memorize his combos.