The gym exploded instantly. Howls echoed off the walls, voices shouting bets already, confidence clashing with anticipation.
He rolled his shoulders once and took off his shirt. He could feel every pair of eyes on him. The fabric slid off easily, tossed aside without care as he started toward the ring.
The announcer's voice cut back in, amused. "Place your bets, folks. This one's gonna be loud."
Jett stepped up to the ropes, the noise crashing over him like a wave.
Lucas stepped into the ring a few minutes later, rolling his shoulders like he had all the time in the world. He grinned across the space between them.
"Well I'll be damned," Lucas said, voice barely audible under the noise. "I thought it was a joke when I got told you want to fight me, didn't think you'd actually show tonight."
Jett just looked at him coldly. "Get your mouthguard in. You're going to need it."
Lucas laughed instead, looking at Jett like he'd just cracked the funniest joke in the world.
