Hey guys just a quick one-shot here for my favorite One Piece character. I may do more if people are interested. This takes place before the Dressrosa arc. I do not own One Piece.
Corrida Coliseum, a place where the strong and indentured gathered. People fighting for the sake of entertainment, others fighting for freedom. I was here by choice, a place to prove myself and satisfy my need for battle. The crowd roaring with cheers as I beat down those who opposed me, the fear in the eyes who were on the receiving end of my fists. Battle was my addiction and the crowd was my enabler.
I had not once felt the cold grip of the water that surrounded us, the chilling sense of defeat and the humiliation of the crowd. A sense of pride came over me as I knocked people off relishing in their misery. This is what I lived for, asserting my dominance over the weak combatants.
On that day though I met her. The cheers of the crowd were changed to jeers, malicious intent filled their words. The princess of the ruined kingdom, irredeemable in the eyes of the audience. Many men would have shrunken from fear of the hateful crowd, but she stood tall against them.
She did not look like a princess, clad in golden bikini armor, disregarding the stares of some men. I did not get her plan, was it to distract her opponents? It was a ridiculous outfit, enticing but ridiculous. She had the beauty of a princess even as she easily knocked much larger men out of the ring. There was no fear in her eyes, no hesitation in her movements, barely flinching from the angry crowd. She was a fearless beauty.
As the numbers thinned our fight was inevitable, I was getting more excited. Who knew that such an intoxicating beauty would be so strong? We briefly locked eyes before fighting over opponents knocking them off in unison. It was like an elaborate dance as we took down our opponents one after another.
As our dance ended we came face to face for real. The spark of domination was in my eye, determined to dominate her in the arena and make her mine out of the arena. But her powerful eyes said otherwise, that she would dominate me and emerge victorious. She gripped her sword but a small smile adorned on her face betraying her iron will. Rebecca was her name as she proudly proclaimed it to me even offering the courtesy of asking for my name.
I felt a rush I had not experienced before, more was on the line this time around. As we charged at each other I smiled widely, this battle would be won and her heart my prize.