𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐶 𝐾

𝑓 𝑖 𝑔 ℎ 𝑡

"JUST FOCUS ON what you need to do out there and nothing else. Both of you." Johnny's voice was steady, cutting through the tension like a knife as Tory and Silas stood resolutely by his side, their muscles taut and their minds racing.

The air around them crackled with anticipation, the roar of the crowd fading into a distant hum. "Don't worry about overall points. Just win your fight. Okay?"

Silas exchanges a fierce glance with Tory, a silent understanding passing between them. He shook his head vehemently. "No. No way. Silver isn't getting the chance to buy himself another title. We're ending him here."

"He's right." Tory's voice was steady, her resolve hardening like steel. "We can close the gap."

The thought of victory surged through her, pushing her doubts aside as she visualized the fight ahead.

Johnny's eyes sparkled with pride, a grin spreading across his face. "Badass."

They share a knowing grin, a bond forged deeply within the heat of competition.

There was only going to be one outcome to this fight...

And that was Silver being taken down.

As Gunther began to speak, the crowd around them hushed, a wave of anticipation washing over the arena. "Our championship bout will follow the same structure as our semifinals. Three rounds, two minutes each, with unlimited scoring. Knockdowns are worth ten points, and if a downed fighter cannot rise within ten seconds, they will be considered knocked out, and their opponent awarded 20 points."

Across the mat, Zara's gaze locks onto Tory, a malevolent smile creeping across her face, a predator sizing up her prey. Tory scoffs, the disdain bubbling up as she met Zara's gaze with fierce defiance.

Silas nudges her gently, his voice a calming balm. "Don't let her get into your head before the match even starts. You're gonna kick her ass."

Tory nods, his words fortifying her resolve. The weight of Silas's encouragement easing her nerves just a fraction as Gunther's voice broke through their moment of solidarity.

"The individual title goes to the competitor who scores the most points over these three rounds. And now, the final match to determine our female world champion."

The words hung in the air, electrifying the atmosphere.

"Alright, Nichols. It's go time." Johnny's voice was a rallying cry as he extends his fist toward her.

Tory connects their fists, a silent promise exchanged between them. She offers him a determined nod as Gunther's voice rang out, introducing her to the crowd. "Please come to the mat, Tory Nichols of Cobra Kai. And Zara Malik of the Iron Dragons. Good luck to you both."

The anticipation surged, the moment of truth drawing closer, and Tory felt the thrill of the fight coursing through her veins.

As Tory and Zara step onto the mat, the atmosphere crackles with tension. Zara's eyes gleamed with a predatory light, and before the referee could even signal the start, she opens her mouth, her voice dripping with mockery. "I hope you're ready for this I've been waiting to show everyone just how weak you really are."

The words were sharp, designed to burrow into Tory's mind, to rattle her confidence and assert Zara's dominance.

It was clear that Zara was trying to get inside Tory's head, to make her feel small and powerless before the fight even began.

"Don't let her get into your head, T." Silas mumbles from the sidelines, his eyes locked on the unfolding drama.

He could see the doubt flicker across Tory's face, the way her posture shifted slightly.