014, world champion

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Sasha stood at the edge of the mat, her heart pounding like a drum, a thunderous beat that resonated in her chest. The noise of the crowd blurred into a dull hum, as if the universe was trying to keep her grounded. Everything around her seemed distant, except for the girl standing across from her. This was it. The final fight. The moment that would determine her future.

And her opponent was Zara Malik.

The name alone sent a fire igniting in Sasha's stomach. Zara, the queen bee of the mat, always walking around with that insufferable arrogance, acting like she owned every corner of the arena. The girl who didn't know how to be humble. The one who took advantage of Robby when he was vulnerable, flaunting it like some kind of twisted prize. Every word, every move Zara made had been a provocation. And now, here they were. The championship match.

The one that would end it all.

Sasha clenched her fists, feeling her nails dig into the palms of her hands. She wasn't just fighting for the title. This was more than that. This was personal. Zara had crossed a line, and Sasha was going to make her regret it. Every taunt, every smug glance-it all came down to this moment. It wouldn't be just about winning; it would be about teaching Zara a lesson she wouldn't forget.

Her stomach twisted with nerves, but Sasha pushed them aside. She had trained for this, fought for this. She could do this.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face. She needed to see him. Just a glance, something to remind her why she was here. Her gaze landed on him-Miguel. He was sitting with Johnny, watching her. The flicker of his smile was like a beacon, grounding her. Her heart stilled, a wave of warmth flooding her veins. That was all she needed. He was there. She wasn't alone.

But before she could settle herself, a voice cut through the chaos.

"LaRusso."

Sasha turned to find Johnny standing beside her, arms crossed, his expression serious. He was giving nothing away, but she could feel the weight of his gaze on her.

"Just focus on what you need to do out there, and nothing else," Johnny's voice was steady, but it held an undertone of encouragement. He understood. He knew how much this meant.

Sasha nodded, her breathing steadying. She couldn't afford distractions. Not now.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Miguel stepped up beside her, his presence like a breath of fresh air. He looked at her, eyes full of something she couldn't quite place. Concern? Support? Maybe both.

Johnny's gaze flickered between them, his expression sharpening. "Both of you," he said, his tone firm. "Forget about the points. Just win your fight."

Sasha's mouth opened to respond, but Miguel beat her to it.

"No."

Sasha blinked, confused. "What?"

Miguel's jaw was set, his eyes burning with determination. "There's no way in hell we're letting Silver buy himself another title."

Sasha's chest tightened. He was right. Everything they had worked for, all the struggles, all the pain-it all led here. There was no way they were going to let someone like Silver rig the system. They had to prove that skill and integrity mattered more than dirty money.

Her lips curled into a small but determined smile. "We can close the gap."

Johnny smirked. "Badass."

Sasha felt a surge of confidence, knowing that she wasn't alone in this. They were all in it together.

The arena went quiet as Gunther stepped onto the mat, microphone in hand, ready to announce the most anticipated match of the tournament.

"Who's ready for some karate?" Gunther boomed, his voice cutting through the air. The crowd roared in response, the energy building to a fever pitch.

Sasha rolled her shoulders, shaking out her arms. She had to be ready-every second counted. Across from her, Zara stood, oozing confidence, wearing her usual smug smirk. She looked like she had already won. Sasha wasn't having any of it.

Gunther's voice rang out once more. "Our championship finals 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 reengage within ten seconds, they will be considered knocked out, and their opponent will be awarded twenty points."

Sasha took a deep breath. She could do this. Focus. Everything she had learned, everything she had worked for-this was the time to put it all together.

"The individual title goes to the competitor who scores the most points over these three rounds."

Sasha's heart was steady now. The nerves, the fear-they were gone. Her mind was clear.

From the stands, a voice pierced the air.

"You got this, Sash!"

It was Derek. His voice rang out clear and true, like a rope thrown to pull her back from the edge. She could almost feel his presence beside her.

The last of her nerves melted away.

"And now," Gunther's voice boomed once again, "the final match to determine our female world champion. Please welcome to the mat, Sasha LaRusso of Cobra Kai, and Zara Malik of The Iron Dragons!"

The crowd erupted, a sea of noise and excitement. Sasha could barely hear the words as she stepped forward, meeting Zara in the center of the mat. The weight of the moment hit her like a wave, but she didn't flinch. She wasn't backing down.

The lights above burned down, and the air seemed to crackle with anticipation. The pressure was immense, but she stood her ground, eyes locked on Zara.

Zara's smirk was there, that all-too-familiar expression of superiority. But Sasha wasn't intimidated. She gave Zara a sly smile, letting her know she wasn't the same girl who had cowered before.

"Let's finish this," Sasha murmured to herself.

Sasha stood at the edge of the mat, the weight of the arena pressing in on her like a heavy blanket. The crowd's cheers, chants, and the hum of excitement washed over her, but they felt distant-almost surreal. Her mind wasn't on the fight. It was on the memory of Kwon, the grief and loss that had plagued her since the moment she found out he was gone. He should be here. He should have been here with me, she thought, her hands trembling as she balled them into fists. Her chest tightened as the reality of his death surged within her-taken too early-and she could feel the sting of it in her throat. She should've been stronger.

She looked across the mat, her eyes landing on Zara Malik. The girl's presence was like a thorn, poking at her very soul. Zara's arrogance practically radiated off her; the smirk on her face as if she had already won the match. This bitch, Sasha thought, swallowing hard. She doesn't even know what it's like to lose someone like Kwon.

But even as those words echoed in her mind, Sasha's anxiety was overwhelming. Her body felt like it was moving through mud, slow and sluggish. Zara's presence only seemed to amplify the knot of dread in her stomach, and Sasha could feel the fear tightening around her chest. Focus. You can do this. You have to do this.

The bell rang, pulling Sasha from her spiraling thoughts. She quickly adjusted her stance, her body responding mechanically, as though her muscle memory was still there, even if her mind was elsewhere. Zara wasted no time. She rushed forward, her movements fluid and precise. Sasha barely had time to react.

Zara's first kick landed cleanly on her side. Sasha gritted her teeth as the pain surged through her ribs, but she couldn't focus on it. Not when everything else was pressing in on her-the grief, the pressure to perform, the suffocating weight of expectations. She stumbled backward, struggling to regain her balance, but Zara was relentless.

She came at Sasha again, this time with a series of rapid punches aimed at her face. Sasha dodged the first few, but her body was too slow to keep up. One punch landed against her cheek, a sharp sting that sent her head jerking back. The crowd roared with excitement, and Sasha could feel the tide of the match slipping away from her. Each point Zara scored felt like another crack in her focus, another reminder that she wasn't here in this moment-she was lost in the past.

Focus, Sasha. Kwon wouldn't want you to give up. Fight for him. The thought cut through the fog for just a second, but the weight of her emotions was too much. Zara, sensing her weakness, didn't let up. She moved with the confidence of someone who knew she had the advantage. Another powerful punch. Sasha managed to block it, but the force of it sent her stumbling backward again.

Come on, come on. She tried to steady herself, but the anxiety gnawed at her, making it harder to think clearly. Zara saw it. The cracks. The hesitation. With a swift roundhouse kick, Zara caught Sasha off guard, landing a solid hit to her shoulder. The blow threw Sasha off-balance, and she staggered, her legs wobbling beneath her.

She could hear the crowd's growing excitement as Zara scored more points, but Sasha couldn't help it. The tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. I'm not good enough. I can't focus. I'm letting him down...

As the round came to an end, the bell rang again, and Sasha stumbled back to her corner. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving. She felt a wave of dizziness flood her senses, the room spinning as she collapsed onto the edge of the mat. Sweat dripped down her face, stinging her eyes. She wiped it away with shaky hands, trying to pull herself together. Get it together, Sasha. Don't let her win. Don't let her win because you can't stop thinking about Kwon.

Johnny's voice broke through the haze, but it felt far away. "Sasha. You've got this. Focus. Don't let her get in your head."

But Sasha couldn't stop the thoughts from crowding her mind. She couldn't focus. She couldn't block out the grief, the guilt that gnawed at her insides. If I can't win this for me... then for him. I have to. I need to win this.

Her eyes darted around, desperate to find something-anything-that would calm her nerves. That's when she saw Derek, walking across the floor toward her, his steady gaze locking with hers. A sense of calm washed over her as he approached, his footsteps firm and sure. He knelt in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Sasha," Derek said softly but firmly. "I get it. I know what it feels like to lose someone you love, someone you're close to. And I know what it feels like to want to give up because it hurts so bad. But you have to fight through it. Kwon wouldn't want you to give up. He'd want you to finish what you started."

Tears threatened to spill over, but Sasha blinked them back. Derek's gaze softened, but there was an intensity in his eyes that made her feel grounded, made her feel like she wasn't alone in this. She shook her head, her breath shaky, but Derek didn't let go.

"I know it's hard. I know the pain doesn't go away. But you can't let it control you, not here. Not now. You're stronger than this."

Sasha's chest tightened, but something inside her clicked. He was right. She couldn't keep letting Kwon's death dictate her every move. He wouldn't want her to be consumed by it-not now, not ever.

With a deep breath, she looked up at him, meeting his eyes. His expression was full of understanding, but there was something else there-a promise that she wasn't alone in this.

Then, without thinking, she reached up and kissed him, her emotions spilling out in that single, simple action. Derek kissed her back, his lips soft but urgent, as if grounding her in the moment, as if saying without words that they were in this together.

The crowd went wild. The roar from the stands was deafening, the energy of it surging through Sasha like a jolt of electricity. The kiss-unexpected but welcome-had reignited something in her. Her heart raced, and the fog of anxiety that had clouded her mind started to clear.

Sasha pulled away, her hands trembling but steady now. Derek smiled at her, that reassuring, unshakeable smile. "You've got this, Sasha. Go out there and fight. Kwon's with you."

Nodding, Sasha stood up, her legs still unsteady, but her resolve stronger than before. She wiped away the last of her tears, her body moving with newfound purpose as she returned to the mat.

Zara was waiting, her smirk still in place, but Sasha was no longer the same. The doubts had been replaced with something sharper, something more determined. She took her position, the crowd's energy fueling her. She wasn't going to let this moment slip through her fingers. Not for Kwon. Not for Derek. Not for herself.

The bell rang for the second round, and this time, Sasha was ready. The fight wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

The arena seemed to fall silent as Sasha stood on the mat, her breath steadying, the weight of her emotions giving way to the fierce determination she had locked within her. The loss of Kwon, the anxiety that had threatened to overwhelm her, and the kiss from Derek all coalesced into a singular, driving force. She had to finish this fight. For herself. For Kwon. For those who believed in her.

Zara was across from her, still smug, still confident. But this time, Sasha didn't let the girl's arrogance get to her. With every step Zara took, every strike she aimed, Sasha was there-blocking, dodging, countering, and moving with a fluidity she hadn't felt in the first round. The sluggishness in her body seemed to lift, replaced by the adrenaline of knowing she was capable. I can do this. I will do this.

The match continued, each move flowing smoother than the last, and Sasha felt the rhythm of the fight-no longer distracted, no longer held back. When Zara tried to land a high kick, Sasha ducked under it, countering with a spinning backfist that caught Zara off-guard. The hit landed cleanly, and the audience erupted in cheers.

Sasha didn't stop there. She pressed forward, keeping Zara on the defensive with a flurry of fast-paced strikes, her hands and feet moving like a blur. She could hear the counting in the background as the points racked up, but she didn't care. All that mattered now was this fight. She saw the opening she'd been waiting for-a small shift in Zara's stance-and with a swift move, Sasha executed a perfect roundhouse kick that sent Zara tumbling to the mat.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the fight, and the crowd went wild, the roar of applause filling the space. Sasha stood still, her chest heaving as she absorbed the rush of emotions flooding her. She had won.

For the first time in a long time, she felt a sense of relief. A sense of victory that wasn't overshadowed by grief. She had done it.

The crowd's noise seemed distant as she caught sight of her family rushing toward her. First, Sam, her older sister, burst onto the mat with a beaming smile. Without a second's hesitation, she wrapped Sasha in a tight hug. "You did it! I knew you could!"

Sasha held her sister tightly, the weight of everything melting away in the comfort of her embrace. "I couldn't have done it without you, Sam," she whispered, feeling the years of support and love from her older sister flow through her.

Next, Amanda and Daniel, her mom and dad, were right there, stepping onto the mat to envelope her in their own hug. "We're so proud of you," Daniel said, his voice thick with emotion as he squeezed her shoulders. "You were amazing out there."

Amanda's eyes were glistening with tears. "I knew you had it in you," she murmured, kissing the top of Sasha's head. "You're so strong. I'm so proud of you."

Sasha's heart swelled with warmth as her family surrounded her, all of them radiating nothing but pride and love. She felt seen. She felt understood.

Then, she felt a pair of smaller arms wrap around her waist. It was Anthony, her little brother, looking up at her with his big, proud eyes. "You did it, Sasha!" he grinned, his voice full of awe. "You kicked her butt! Just like you promised."

Sasha laughed, kneeling down to ruffle his hair. "You bet I did. Thanks for believing in me, Anthony."

But then, something shifted. The noise from the crowd still thundered in her ears, but Sasha's attention snapped back to the figure stepping onto the mat-a calm presence she had been seeking all day. Derek.

He walked toward her, a soft smirk on his lips as he approached. Sasha's heart gave an unexpected flutter, her breath catching in her chest. The moment he reached her, he stopped and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "I told you so," he said, his eyes glowing with pride and admiration. "You were amazing out there."

Sasha felt an overwhelming sense of warmth flood her chest. She didn't think, didn't second-guess it. She was flooded with emotion-victory, relief, the lingering pain of loss-and the need to feel connected, to let someone know just how much their support meant to her. She reached up and pulled Derek to her, kissing him passionately, her lips pressing against his with a fervor that matched the adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

Derek was caught off guard for a split second, but then he responded, his hand moving to her waist as he kissed her back, just as fiercely. The crowd went wild again, the cheers and shouts now magnified as they witnessed the intimate moment between them.

Sasha pulled back slightly, breathless but smiling. "I want you to be my boyfriend," she said, her voice firm, her eyes locked on his.

Derek's grin spread wider, and he leaned his forehead against hers. "I thought you'd never ask," he whispered, before kissing her again, his lips lingering this time in a soft, lingering kiss that felt like the beginning of something new.

The crowd's energy continued to surge, their cheers filling the space, but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of them. Sasha finally felt like she could breathe, finally felt like she had found something solid to hold onto, both in her victory and in Derek. And as they stood there, in the middle of the mat, with her family and the rest of the world watching, Sasha knew that this moment would always be the turning point-the place where everything changed.

ASH SPEAKS!!!

derek and sasha are finally together!!!!

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