𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED]

𝒍𝒙𝒊𝒊𝒊. strike last (4)

chapter sixty-three:
❛ strike last (4) ❜

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The energy in the arena was electric, the roar of the crowd buzzing in the background as Miguel stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders with deep, measured breaths. He was about to step onto the mat for the male championship match, and though he tried to appear calm, Arizona could see the tension in his posture, the way his jaw clenched slightly as he exhaled.

She didn't hesitate. Stepping forward, she placed a hand on his arm, making him pause. "Hey," she said, her voice steady despite the noise around them.

Miguel turned to her, his dark eyes meeting hers. "Hey." His voice was quieter than usual, edged with nerves.

"You ready?"

Miguel let out a breathy chuckle, shaking out his hands. "I think so." But the hesitation in his voice was clear.

Arizona's brows furrowed as she studied him. She wasn't about to let him go into this fight doubting himself. She placed her hands on his chest, firm but gentle, grounding him. "Listen to me," she said, waiting until his gaze locked onto hers. "You've trained for this. You've fought your way here, and you deserve to be in this match. You are one of the best fighters in this entire tournament. You've already proven that."

Miguel swallowed, nodding, but the weight of the fight still lingered in his expression.

Arizona tilted her head, her voice softening. "You're not just some kid from Reseda anymore. You're the guy who gets back up, who never quits, who doesn't let anyone take what he's worked for." She smirked slightly. "And besides, I didn't come all this way to watch you choke, so don't embarrass me."