chapter sixty-six:
❛ strike last (3) ❜

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The arena buzzed with restless energy, the crowd on edge as the final match of the Sekai Taikai loomed closer. Miguel stood near the sidelines, rolling his shoulders, shaking out his hands, trying to center himself. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the pressure sitting heavy in his chest.

All the training, all the fights, all the sacrifices-it all led to this moment.

But even with all of that, even with Johnny's voice in his head reminding him to stay focused, doubt still crept in.

And then, Clementine appeared beside him.

"Damn, you look like you're about to puke," she teased, bumping her shoulder against his.

Miguel let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, well... no pressure or anything, right? Just the biggest match of my life."

Clementine rolled her eyes. "Come on, Mig. This is you we're talking about. You've trained for this. You're more than ready. Honestly, the only thing Axel has on you is that he's... tall."

Miguel huffed a laugh. "Yeah, and an asshole."

Clementine smirked. "Exactly. And that means you can't let him win."

Miguel sighed, bouncing lightly on his toes. "He fights dirty, Clem. You've seen what he did to Robby." He glanced toward Robby, who stood off to the side, balancing on his crutches, watching the mat with a tense expression. "What if he-"

"No." Clementine cut him off, grabbing his face between her hands and forcing him to look at her. "You don't think about that. You don't think about losing. You're going to go out there, and you're going to kick his ass. You hear me?"

Miguel swallowed, blinking at her. Clementine never got this intense. She was always the sarcastic, cool-headed one, but now? Now, she looked as fired up as Johnny.

A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she added, "And if you need any inspiration, just think about how satisfying it would be to knock his teeth out. Like I did with Zara."

That made Miguel bark out a laugh. The tension in his shoulders eased a little as he shook his head.

"You seriously never let that go, huh?"

Clementine shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "What can I say? It was a proud moment. I did the world a favor."

Miguel chuckled, rolling his neck as he let the nerves melt away. This was what he needed. Not stress. Not fear. Just confidence.

He exhaled deeply and gave her a firm nod. "Alright. Knock his teeth out. Got it."

Clementine grinned, slapping his back. "That's my guy. Now get out there and win us this damn championship."

Miguel nodded, his expression hardening with determination. The crowd was roaring, the ref was calling for the fighters, and with one last glance at Clementine, he stepped onto the mat.

It was time to end this.

The tension in the arena was palpable as Arizona stood beside Miguel on the sidelines, her heart pounding in sync with the excitement thrumming through the crowd. The air smelled of sweat, determination, and the faint lingering scent of the mats. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on them, but Miguel stood tall, his jaw set with focus.

Gunther stepped forward, microphone in hand, his voice booming across the arena. "Now, for our final match of this year's Sekai Taikai!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, the applause echoing off the high ceilings of the venue. Clementine's fingers curled into fists at her sides as anticipation coiled tightly in her chest.

"Representing the Iron Dragons, Axel Kovačević!" Gunther announced.

Axel stepped forward, rolling his shoulders back, his face an unreadable mask of confidence. Clementine noticed Axel look over at Sam who sat in the audience.

"And representing Cobra Kai, Miguel Diaz!"

The cheers grew even louder. Miguel inhaled deeply, rolling out his wrists as he prepared to step onto the mat.

Johnny turned to his student, gripping his shoulder. "This is what it's all about," he said, his voice firm but proud. "Savor the moment." He paused before smirking slightly. "And knock his block off."

Clementine snickered, nudging Miguel playfully as he smirked at Johnny's words. "That's the plan," Miguel said, exhaling and shaking out any lingering tension.

Gunther's voice rang out again, bringing the arena to focused silence. "Would the fighters please come to the mat."

Miguel and Axel strode forward, both exuding confidence as they met at the center. They bowed to each other with sharp precision before bowing to the referee. The moment their eyes locked, Clementine could feel the intensity between them. This was going to be a fight to remember.

The referee raised his hand. "Fight!"

The fight was on.

Miguel struck first, executing a swift twist kick, but Axel dodged smoothly, pivoting just out of reach. Clementine barely had time to register that movement before Axel retaliated with a sharp kick, aiming for Miguel's side. Miguel reacted instantly, pushing Axel's foot down and countering with a solid punch to his gut.

"Point!" the referee called out.

"Yes, Mig!" Clementine cheered, her voice cutting through the noise.

"Nice, Diaz!" Johnny bellowed from the sidelines.

Miguel wasted no time, leaping into the air with a powerful aerial kick, but Axel raised his arm, blocking it just in time. Miguel twisted, his body moving fluidly as he aimed a quick strike, but Axel dodged, maneuvering around him. Miguel attempted to sweep Axel's legs, but Axel jumped effortlessly, landing with catlike grace.

Miguel sprang up just as fast, lunging forward with a punch, but Axel anticipated it-grabbing Miguel's wrist mid-motion. Before Axel could follow up, Miguel twisted out of the hold and, mid-spin, landed a punch directly to Axel's stomach.

"Yes!" Clementine shouted, her hands gripping the barricade in excitement.

"Point!"

Axel's jaw tightened as he threw a quick fist, but Miguel blocked it with smooth precision. Axel tried again, this time catching Miguel's wrist and pulling him in close, his other hand reeling back for a punch. Miguel dodged just in time, mirroring the move by grabbing Axel's wrist in return. They struggled for control for a brief moment, their muscles tensed, before Miguel wrenched free and ducked under an incoming kick.

Clementine bit her nail anxiously as she watched, eyes flicking between their movements, her pulse thrumming wildly.

Miguel launched a flurry of punches, but Axel blocked each one with expert precision. Then, in a quick shift of strategy, Miguel aimed lower, kicking Axel's groin. Axel stumbled back, gritting his teeth before countering with a rapid-fire set of punches.

Miguel blocked-once, twice, three times-moving swiftly, never letting Axel break through.

Then Axel grabbed Miguel's arm, spun him around, and attempted to trap him in a hold, but Miguel reacted instantly, driving his elbow into Axel's ribs.

Clementine's breath caught in her throat, shoulders tense-until Miguel yanked free and delivered another sharp elbow strike to Axel's stomach.

"Point!"

Axel barely had time to react before Miguel moved with lightning speed, delivering a roundhouse kick directly to Axel's chest.

"Point!"

Clementine's grin stretched from ear to ear.

Axel scowled, swinging his leg, but Miguel dodged with ease. He tried again, aiming higher, but Miguel ducked cleanly under it. The frustration was evident on Axel's face as he swung again, this time aiming for Miguel's head.

Miguel blocked it with sharp reflexes, ducked low, and then countered with a fierce kick-landing it right to Axel's face.

"Point!"

Clementine screamed in victory. "Hell yeah!"

The referee raised his hand, signaling the end of the first round.

Round one is over.

Miguel turned, his chest rising and falling heavily, sweat trickling down his temple, but his face was lit with pure adrenaline. Clementine rushed forward as he stepped off the mat, immediately raising her hand for a high five. Miguel smacked his palm against hers, both of them grinning.

"Holy shit, Diaz. You're on fire," Johnny said, shaking his head in approval.

Miguel only smirked, rolling out his shoulders as he took a sip of water. Round two was coming up, and he was ready.

"You got this," Clementine shook his shoulders.

Round Two.

Miguel and Axel stepped onto the mat once more, sweat glistening on their skin under the bright lights. The crowd's energy pulsed around them, but to Miguel, it all faded into background noise. His focus was solely on the opponent in front of him. Axel stood tall, his stance solid and unyielding, his piercing blue eyes locked onto Miguel like a predator sizing up his prey.

The referee raised his hand. "Ready? Fight!"

Axel threw a fake punch, his fist jerking forward only to retract at the last second. Miguel dodged instinctively, barely flinching, recognizing the feint just in time. Without hesitation, he mirrored the move, faking a punch of his own, but Axel was just as quick, weaving out of range.

Miguel adjusted his footing, then launched a powerful kick, his foot colliding with Axel's ribs. Axel staggered back, his stance breaking for a split second. Seizing the opportunity, Miguel followed up with another kick, but this time, Axel was ready-grabbing Miguel's leg mid-air.

Clementine froze.

Her breath hitched as she clutched her hands together. She had seen this move before.

"Don't do it, please," she muttered under her breath, her world narrowing to the sight in front of her. Everything felt like slow motion as her gaze flicked toward Robby, who stood on crutches at the sidelines-because of Axel. The memory flashed through her mind like a lightning strike, the sickening crack of Robby's injury still fresh in her ears.

But when she looked back, Miguel had already reacted.

Instead of letting Axel take control, Miguel pushed off of Axel's grip, twisting mid-air to land safely on his feet.

Clementine exhaled sharply, relief washing over her.

Axel wasted no time. He lunged forward, throwing a sharp punch, but Miguel blocked it cleanly and swiftly maneuvered around him. However, Axel was prepared-he spun sharply and delivered a brutal kick straight to Miguel's chest.

Clementine gasped as Miguel stumbled back, his breath knocked from his lungs.

"Point!" the referee called.

Miguel barely had a second to recover before Axel was on him again, their movements a blur of precise strikes and defensive blocks. Miguel managed to counter several of Axel's attacks, but then-Axel found his opening.

He grabbed Miguel's arm mid-punch and drove his fist into Miguel's stomach.

"Point!"

Miguel staggered, gripping his abdomen, but before he could reset, Axel's foot slammed into his side-then immediately followed with a harsh kick to his face.

"Point! Point!" the referee announced.

Double points.

Clementine's stomach twisted.

Axel was fighting dirty now.

Axel's movements became sharper, more aggressive. He wasn't just aiming to win-he wanted to hurt Miguel.

Axel somersaulted forward, aiming to strike Miguel mid-air, but Miguel barely managed to block it in time. He went for a counter punch, but Axel caught his wrist, spun around Miguel's body with terrifying agility, and landed a devastating kick to Miguel's chest.

"Point!"

Clementine clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she watched the scoreboard shift again.

Then, Axel let out a guttural yell-an aggressive, triumphant battle cry-and launched himself into a roundhouse spring kick, his foot colliding brutally with Miguel's face.

Miguel's head snapped back.

And then-he hit the mat.

Clementine's heart stopped.

The crowd erupted into a mixture of cheers and boos.

"Boo!" The Cobra Kai side chanted angrily.

Miguel lay on the mat, staring up at Axel in disbelief. He blinked, his breath heavy, his chest rising and falling as realization hit. Axel stood over him, his expression unreadable-but there was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

Clementine bit down on her nails so hard that she tasted blood.

Johnny tried to rush onto the mat, but Clementine and Sensei LaRusso held him back, their hands gripping his arms.

"Let me go! That little-" Johnny's voice was sharp, seething.

"Johnny, don't," Daniel warned, but his own jaw was clenched with tension.

The referee raised his hand. "Knockdown! Ten points!"

The arena erupted.

Miguel pushed himself up slowly, shaking the dizziness from his head. As soon as he got to his feet, Axel stepped forward, fist raised-ready to end it.

Axel's body froze mid-punch.

His head turned, and for the first time that night, he faltered.

He hesitated for just a second before staggering back toward his senseis, his breath heavy.

Clementine furrowed her brows, watching him carefully.

Why did he hesitate?

She shook the thought away and turned her attention back to the screen.

Iron Dragons 180 - Cobra Kai 160.

They were losing.

Clementine swallowed hard. Miguel was still in this fight. But after what just happened-she wasn't sure if she wanted him to be.

Miguel walked over to the sidelines, his jaw clenched, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Sweat dripped down his temple, but he barely noticed it-his entire body was burning with frustration, his fists still tight from the last exchange.

As soon as he reached the edge of the mat, Clementine was there.

She immediately placed a comforting hand on his back, running her palm up and down gently, but her touch wasn't just soft-it was grounding. It was real.

"Mig..." she murmured, her brows knitted together in concern. "You can do this."

Miguel exhaled sharply through his nose, but he didn't say anything. His eyes, dark with frustration, flickered toward Axel, who stood across the mat, adjusting his gi with an irritating smirk. Clementine could see it, the way Miguel's entire posture tensed at the sight.

She didn't like it. Not one bit.

Miguel was better than this.

Clementine's lips pressed together before she turned to look at Robby.

Robby, who had been watching the entire match unfold, gripping his crutches as if he wanted to throw them across the room. The last time Axel fought, it ended with Robby like this.

But Robby just met Miguel's gaze-and there wasn't pity in his expression. Just something almost understanding.

"It's okay, man," Robby said, his voice steady.

Miguel didn't answer. He only inhaled deeply through his nose and turned away, heading straight for Johnny.

Clementine let him go.

She didn't follow, didn't try to eavesdrop. She knew this was a moment between Miguel and Johnny. Whatever Johnny said to Miguel needed to be just between them.

So, instead, Clementine took a step back, crossing her arms as she kept her eyes on Miguel.

Clementine glanced at Robby.

"He'll be okay, Clem." Robby re-assured her.

All Clementine could do was nod at her boyfriend and look back at Miguel.

She watched as Johnny spoke low and firm, his hands on Miguel's shoulders, shaking him slightly, forcing him to focus. Miguel's head dropped slightly, his lips pursed, but after a few seconds-he nodded.

Then, Johnny reached into his pocket.

Clementine's heart clenched when she saw it.

The black headband.

Johnny moved forward, tying it around Miguel's head carefully, as if sealing a promise.

Miguel closed his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply-then, when he opened them, there was clarity. Purpose.

Clementine felt a flicker of warmth in her chest.

Miguel turned back toward the mat, stepping forward, his movements sharp, calculated.

Round Three. The Final Round.

Clementine's hands clapped together as she cupped them around her mouth.

"Let's go, Mig!" she yelled, her voice ringing through the arena. "Beat his ass!"

Then-

"Kick his ass, Miggy!"

The entire crowd stood up in a roar of cheers as Miguel's Yaya shouted in Spanish at the top of her lungs, her voice piercing through every other sound in the arena.

Clementine let out a small laugh, shaking her head. She should've expected that.

Miguel's lips twitched upward.

And then-he stepped onto the mat.

Axel strode onto the mat, rolling his shoulders, the intensity in his gaze matching the fire burning in Miguel's. The crowd fell silent for a moment, anticipation thick in the air. This was it. The final round.

Miguel bounced lightly on his toes, his muscles coiled, his breathing steady. Across from him, Axel smirked. Then-

"Fight!"

Axel wasted no time.

He launched himself forward with a high kick, slicing through the air with precision-but Miguel dodged it effortlessly, shifting his weight at the last second.

Axel snarled and spun into a high roundhouse kick. Miguel ducked just in time, feeling the rush of wind as the kick barely missed him.

Miguel's reflexes were sharp, instinct taking over as Axel went for a rapid series of punches. One. Two. Three. Miguel blocked each one with perfect form, his arms moving with fluidity, his stance solid.

Then, Axel threw a wild punch.

Miguel saw it coming. He caught both of Axel's wrists, stopping him mid-motion.

And then-BAM! Miguel drove his fist straight into Axel's nose with a brutal, clean strike.

Axel's head snapped back. Blood dripped down from his nostrils.

"Point!" the ref announced.

"YES!" Clementine laughed and screamed, her hands cupped around her mouth as she jumped in excitement.

Axel staggered, his face twisted in anger, but Miguel didn't let up.

Miguel threw a hard kick at Axel's midsection. Axel tried to dodge, but Miguel's foot slammed into his gut.

"Point!"

Axel stumbled back, breath hitching as he clutched his stomach.

But Miguel wasn't done.

Axel retaliated with a flurry of punches, wild, aggressive, desperate. Miguel dodged smoothly, weaving past every hit. His movements were calculated, precise.

Then Miguel swiftly pivoted, striking out with a lightning-fast kick to Axel's shoulder.

"Point!"

Clementine's heart pounded. Miguel was in the zone.

Miguel bounced on his toes, his focus sharp, his body moving like a machine built for this moment.

Axel, however, wasn't happy. He threw a quick glance toward Sam.

Miguel saw it.

His jaw clenched. No. He wasn't letting Axel use her as motivation.

Axel suddenly dropped low, sweeping his leg toward Miguel's ankles, but Miguel-graceful as ever-executed a flawless aerial flip, avoiding the sweep entirely.

And then, mid-air-Miguel lashed out with a punch, landing it directly on Axel's jaw as he came back down.

"Point!"

clementine clutched her chest, barely able to breathe.

Axel wiped the blood from his nose and shook his head, irritation flaring in his eyes. He exhaled sharply, resetting his stance.

And then-he charged.

Miguel sidestepped him with ease. A quick turn, a sharp kick. Axel faltered.

They exchanged blows in rapid succession, both blocking, both attacking. Axel was fighting dirty, aggressive, ruthless.

Miguel was fighting smart.

Finally, Miguel found his opening.

CRACK.

Miguel's foot collided with Axel's face.

"Point!"

Clementine froze.

Two more points and Miguel would win.

Miguel exhaled, sweat trickling down his temple. He could feel it now. The energy of the crowd, the adrenaline in his veins.

Axel lunged forward, throwing everything at Miguel-punches, kicks, sweeps. Miguel dodged and blocked, countering when he could.

Then Miguel snatched Axel's arm, spun him around, and drove his fist into Axel's side.

"Point!"

One more.

Miguel could hear the roaring of the crowd, but he only focused on Axel.

Axel, fueled by frustration, came at him again-but Miguel was faster.

With one swift motion, Miguel grabbed Axel, yanked him down, and slammed him onto the mat.

A collective gasp rippled through the arena.

Axel gritted his teeth, pushing himself up.

Miguel jumped over him, already in position, his body moving like an extension of his instincts. He launched forward, aiming a powerful kick-

Axel blocked it.

They exchanged blows, dodges, near-misses.

Then-it happened.

Miguel dropped low, balanced on one hand, and launched himself forward like Spider-Man.

With a ferocious yell, Miguel sprang into the air, his leg snapping forward-

A final, brutal kick to Axel's face.

Axel's body jerked backward.

The buzzer went off.

The arena erupted.

Clementine's breath hitched.

Miguel's chest rose and fell heavily. He stood there for a moment, processing it, his body trembling from the intensity of the fight.

And then-he realized.

He won.

A shaky breath escaped his lips.

Before he could even move-Arizona was already running onto the mat.

"MIGUEL!"

Miguel barely had time to react before Clementine crashed into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Clementine hugged her best friend tightly.

Then Miguel hugged Sam tightly next.

The crowd cheered even louder, and Miguel could hear his team, his family, his Senseis all shouting for him-and he got Sam, his love.

Clementine looked back at Alison who squealed with her. The twisted sisters.

Then Clementine looked at Jackson who bowed his head like he was a country boy-well, he is.

His championship.

Then his team rushed onto the mat, surrounding him, cheering, hugging him.

Johnny clapped his hands together, grinning proudly. Sensei LaRusso nodded in approval.

Miguel turned to Clementine, and together, they lifted their trophies high.

Male Champion. Female Champion.

Clementine and Miguel.

They had done it.

Tomorrow was the Senseis fight and would determine the overall dojo winner.

Clementine led Robby into the house, her steps light as she pushed the door open, the soft sound of it closing behind them making the house feel all the more quiet. After the intensity of the tournament, she was ready for a few moments of peace, and she couldn't think of anyone better to spend it with than Robby.

She could tell he was a little tired from the crutches, though he was doing his best to hide it. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes were still sharp and focused. She smiled softly at him as she kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag near the front door.

"I'm glad you came back with me," she murmured, her voice soft but warm as she glanced back over her shoulder at him. His tiredness didn't go unnoticed by her, but she could also see the small, satisfied grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Wouldn't be anywhere else," Robby said with a wink, though there was a hint of a wince in his expression as he shifted his weight slightly. "After everything with Axel, there's no way I'd leave."

Her heart softened at his words, and she nodded, pleased by his presence. She wasn't the most open about her feelings, but with Robby, it was always different. He was patient with her, never pushing too hard but always showing that he cared in ways she didn't have to ask for.

"Well, since I have the house to myself for a bit," she said, voice teasing, "I'm going to go take a shower. You can make yourself comfortable while I freshen up."

Robby gave a small nod and sank down onto the couch, still adjusting the crutches, but she caught the way his eyes lingered on her. A spark of something passed between them-an unspoken understanding of the tension they both felt after the long day, the constant noise of the tournament, and the quiet now that stretched around them.

As Clementine turned to head toward the bathroom, she stopped for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob as she glanced back at him. She could see his focus still on her, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. Slowly, she began to pull her shirt off, letting it slide down her arms as she let her eyes meet his in a playful, teasing gaze.

"Hey," she called softly, voice low but unmistakably suggestive. "If you want, you could join me. No need to just sit around and wait."

Robby's breath caught, and for a moment, he was frozen, staring at her in shock, his eyes darting from her to the ground as he clearly tried to process the sudden shift. His crutches fell to the floor with a soft clink, and before Clementine could say anything else, Robby pushed himself up off the couch, his hands shaking slightly as he struggled to find his balance on one leg.

"Shit, Clementine," he breathed, a slow grin spreading across his face as his hands instinctively reached for her. He was still on crutches, but the hesitation was gone. His expression flickered with a mix of surprise and excitement, and before long, he was standing in front of her, the tension between them palpable.

Clementine couldn't help the way her heart skipped as she saw him drop the crutches completely, his focus now fully on her. Her smirk deepened as she walked toward him, her body just inches from his, feeling the heat between them intensify. She tilted her head slightly and gave him a daring look, her voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. "What, can't keep up, Robby?" she teased, giving him a quick glance down at his crutches lying discarded on the floor.

He chuckled breathlessly, stepping closer to her, the small movement making his weight shift uncomfortably, but the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. "I think," he began with a smirk, "I'll take you up on that offer."

Before he could say anything else, Clementine was already pulling her shorts off, her movements slow but purposeful. She felt his eyes on her, intense and hungry, and it was all she could do to keep her composure as she stepped closer to him.

Their proximity was electrifying. Robby reached out, his hands moving to her waist as he pulled her close, and she let out a soft, breathy laugh. The space between them was filled with anticipation, a raw, unspoken tension that neither of them could ignore.

"Guess I'll have to show you just how much I missed you," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear as she pulled away and headed toward the bathroom. She shot him one final, flirtatious glance over her shoulder, feeling the heat of his gaze follow her as she closed the door behind her with a soft click.

The last thing she saw was Robby's eyes, dark and full of desire, before the door shut completely, leaving the air thick with anticipation.

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i love how i ended both chapters (cinnamon girl and jealousy jealousy where they get freaky lmfao)

i apologize for no tyler or alison or jackson in this chapter... i promise next two chapters they will be included😭

im gonna feed y'all with alison & eli and jackson & tory in one chapter where its just based on them i promise. i have to wrap their stories too yk

NO THREE MORE CHAPTERS UNTIL THE END GUYS I DONT WANT THIS TO END

also if you see anything like arizona or a wrong thing... i copied the fighting scenes from jealousy jealousy and changed it a bit😭😭

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