chapter thirty-three:
❛ the all valley ❜

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Arizona bounced on her toes anxiously, her heart racing as she stood in the dimly lit hallway of the venue, waiting for the call that would send them into the spotlight of the All Valley Tournament. The walls felt like they were closing in around her, the anticipation almost suffocating. She could hear the distant roar of the crowd, a sea of voices that fluctuated between excitement and tension, and it only added to her nerves.

She glanced over at Miguel, who was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his expression intense as he focused on something only he could see. When their eyes met, there was a brief moment of connection, but Miguel quickly averted his gaze, a look of concentration etched on his face. Arizona felt a pang of disappointment wash over her. They were mad at each other and still weren't speaking; the silence between them felt like an insurmountable barrier. The argument they had had still echoed in her mind, each replay bringing back memories of hurt feelings and unresolved tension.

Frowning, Arizona turned her attention back to the hallway, trying to shake off the uncomfortable silence that had settled between them. She couldn't help but replay the details of the fight in her mind, each thought a reminder of how things had spiraled out of control. Despite her attempts to push through tough situations, this felt different; it was personal, and it weighed heavily on her heart.

Just then, Daryl's voice rang out, filling the space with excitement and bringing her back to the moment. "And finally... this dojo is making their All Valley debut! Though you'll recognize a few familiar faces. Every year, a new dojo rises up the ranks. Does this newcomer have what it takes to win it all? Please welcome Eagle Fang Karate, led by Sensei Johnny Lawrence and defending champion Miguel Diaz!"

The announcement sent a thrill through Arizona, and she felt her nerves begin to shift into a buzz of adrenaline. Johnny and the members of Eagle Fang stepped out from the hallway, their presence commanding and full of energy. Arizona could feel her heart racing as they emerged into the bright lights of the arena. The colors of their gi-bold and vibrant-stood out against the backdrop of the cheering crowd, and she took a deep breath, trying to channel her nerves into excitement.

As they walked out onto the mat, Arizona moved to stand beside Devon, who was adjusting her gear with a determined look on her face. Just as they were about to reach their spots, Devon playfully stepped her foot out in front of Arizona, causing her to trip slightly. Arizona caught herself just in time, her heart skipping a beat. She shot Devon an incredulous look, half-annoyed, half-amused. "Really?" she mouthed, raising an eyebrow at her friend, but Devon only grinned back, clearly enjoying the moment.

Once they reached their designated spot on the mat, Arizona scanned the crowd, her gaze searching for her family. Relief washed over her when she spotted her brother, Diego, sitting between their grandmother and Dylan. Diego waved enthusiastically, his face lighting up with encouragement, and Arizona felt a swell of affection. Dylan, with his signature thumbs-up and a big smile, managed to catch her attention next. Arizona couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt; she remembered their recent encounter at prom-how she had jokingly pushed him into the pool after a few too many drinks.

The memory made her cringe. She had apologized to him a million times, and though he insisted it was okay and that he'd been drunk too, the regret still lingered in the back of her mind. She wanted to make things right, and she wanted to focus on the tournament.

With her mind still buzzing, she turned her attention back to Miguel, who was standing beside her, his expression softened as he caught her eye. Arizona hesitated for a moment, then decided to take a leap of faith. "Are we good?" she asked, her voice steady but vulnerable. She extended her fist toward him, hoping for a fist bump that would signify a truce, a way to reconnect before they faced their opponents.

Miguel let out a long sigh, a mix of relief and uncertainty playing across his features. A small smile broke through as he met her fist with his own, the simple gesture carrying a weight of forgiveness and understanding. "I'm sorry too," he said earnestly. "It's my fault. It wasn't your fault for causing the fight. It was Sam."

Arizona felt the tension between them begin to ease as they shared this moment of mutual acknowledgment. It was as if they had both been holding onto something heavy, and now, with that fist bump, they had released a little of the pressure. The corners of her mouth turned upward as she nodded, feeling a renewed sense of camaraderie. "Let's just focus on today, yeah?" she suggested, her confidence bubbling back to the surface. "We've got a match to win!"

"Yeah, let's do this!" Miguel replied, the determination in his eyes igniting her own. They turned their focus to the mat, the sounds of the crowd fading into the background as they mentally prepared for the battle ahead.

"Eagle Fangs, listen up!" Sensei Lawrence called out, walking forward to gather everyone around. Arizona, still reeling from her interaction with Miguel, tried to focus on her sensei.

"Some of you have been here before... and for some of you, it's your first karate tournament. I still remember my first All Valley where I pummeled the ever-loving crap out of my opponents as the crowd cheered..." Johnny trailed off, reminiscing. "They tried to soften you. That bullshit's behind us now," Johnny continued, regaining his momentum. "If Cobra Kai wins, that means no more Eagle Fang. We're not gonna let that happen, are we?"

"No, Sensei!" Arizona and her teammates shouted in unison.

"We have something that Cobra Kai doesn't. We have a reigning champion," Johnny said, pointing at Miguel. "So, let's get out there... and show what Eagle Fang is! Are you ready?"

"Yes, Sensei!" Eagle Fang yelled, their voices echoing through the room.

"Alright, good. Let's warm up," Johnny said, nodding his head upwards.

After warming up, Johnny clapped his hands, getting everyone's attention. "Alright, let's do this! Eagle Fang on three! One, two, three!"

"Eagle Fang!" they shouted, their voices filled with determination.

As they prepared to take their positions, Arizona glanced over at Miguel one last time. He finally met her eyes, and he smiled at her. It was time to show everyone what Eagle Fang was made of.

Daryl walked forward again onto the mat, his voice booming through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to begin our skills competition. Up first, Arizona Alvarez from Eagle-Fang Karate, who'll be showcasing the nunchucks!"

The crowd erupted into applause as Arizona took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. She stepped onto the mat, the bright lights illuminating her path. She could hear her family and Dylan cheering from the stands, their support giving her the strength she needed.

Diego, Grandma, and Dylan all leaned forward in their seats, eyes glued to Arizona. "Come on, Ari, you got this!" Dylan shouted, pumping his fist in the air.

Arizona walked to the center of the mat, her heart pounding in her chest. She took her position, holding the nunchucks with a firm grip. She closed her eyes for a moment, visualizing her routine and letting the familiar movements calm her.

As the announcer's voice faded, the arena fell silent. Arizona opened her eyes, her gaze focused and determined. With a swift, fluid motion, she began her routine. The nunchucks whirled through the air, a blur of motion as she executed each move with precision and grace.

Starting with a simple figure-eight pattern, Arizona smoothly transitioned into more complex techniques. The nunchucks spun around her body in a continuous motion, seamlessly moving from hand to hand. The chains clinked rhythmically, creating a hypnotic sound that echoed through the arena.

She increased the speed, her movements becoming a whirlwind of energy. The nunchucks flew over her shoulders and under her arms, spinning rapidly around her neck and waist. Each motion was deliberate, controlled, and precise. Her concentration was unwavering as she focused on maintaining the perfect balance between speed and accuracy.

As she progressed through her routine, Clementine introduced aerial techniques, tossing the nunchucks high into the air and catching them effortlessly. The audience gasped with each throw, captivated by her dexterity and confidence.

With a quick, fluid motion, she performed a series of complex spins and flips, the nunchucks a blur as they moved around her body. She incorporated rapid strikes, showcasing her power and control. Each strike was crisp and sharp, the nunchucks cutting through the air with a satisfying snap.

Arizona moved into a sequence of behind-the-back passes, the nunchucks smoothly transferring from one hand to the other. She performed a butterfly spin, the nunchucks crossing over in front of her in a mesmerizing display of skill. Her movements were a perfect blend of power and elegance, a testament to her dedication and countless hours of practice.

From the sidelines, Sensei Lawrence watched with pride. "That's it, Bubblegum. Show 'em what you got," he muttered under his breath.

Arizona continued her routine, the nunchucks moving in perfect harmony with her body. She finished with a dramatic flourish, striking a final pose as the nunchucks came to a stop, one handle caught firmly in each hand. The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the arena.

She looked over at her family in the stands. Her Grandma was practically jumping out of her seat with excitement. "That's my granddaughter! She's amazing!" her grandma shouted, clapping her hands.

Dylan and Diego were cheering loudly, their faces beaming with pride.

Arizona took a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. She had done it. She had given it her all. As she walked off the mat, Miguel finally looked at her, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. It was a small gesture, but it meant everything to her.

As she rejoined her team, Johnny clapped her on the back. "Great job out there, Bubblegum. You made us proud."

Arizona nodded, her heart swelling with pride and gratitude. She had faced her fears and come out stronger. Now, it was time to support her teammates and see what the rest of the tournament had in store.

After the skills competition, Daryl walked back up to the microphone, his voice booming through the speakers. "And just like that, Miyagi-Do has been snake-bit as Cobra Kai takes the lead, with our qualifier rounds up next," he announced.

The crowd buzzed with anticipation as Eagle-Fang Karate huddled around Sensei Lawrence. Johnny Lawrence's face was a mixture of frustration and determination. "How the hell are we in sixth place? Arizona did amazing! We should be in the top three because of her!" he exclaimed, looking around at his team.

Devon Lee, the newest member of Eagle-Fang, stepped forward, trying to explain. "The skill events are weighed differently. Gold medals are ten points, silver-"

Johnny cut her off, his impatience showing. "I don't give a shit about the math. What do we need to beat Cobra Kai?"

Devon stared at him, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Uh, math. To catch up on points, we need to win as many matches in the qualifying rounds as possible. The further we get, the tighter the vice around Cobra Kai's metaphorical balls," she explained with a nod.

Johnny pointed his fingers at her, his frustration turning into a grudging respect. "Okay. Good. Now you're speaking my language," he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Arizona, appreciating the moment of levity amidst the tension. She glanced around at her teammates, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "We've got this, guys. We just need to stay focused and give it our all," she said, trying to boost their morale.

Miguel, still simmering with unresolved emotions, gave a curt nod. "Yeah, let's show them what we're made of," he said, his voice tight.

The microphone squeaked as Ron took the stage again, drawing Arizona attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, the male and female division qualifiers are about to begin. And with them, we enter a new era!" Ron announced, his voice booming over the speakers.

The crowd erupted in applause, their excitement palpable. "That's why we need a very special guest to kick things off. Let's give a big All Valley welcome to multi-Grammy-award-winning, international superstar, Carrie Underwood!" Ron shouted.

Arizona's jaw dropped as she glanced over to the stands where Dylan and her family were seated. She saw Diego and Dylan's reaction and couldn't help but laugh as her grandma stood up, screaming and waving her arms in excitement. It was clear that Carrie Underwood was Dylan's favorite artist, and her enthusiasm was infectious.

Carrie Underwood stepped onto the stage, her presence commanding the attention of the entire arena. "Hello, All Valley! I am so honored to be here. I didn't see a lot of karate growing up in Oklahoma, but you guys know I love to compete, just like these wonderful young men and young women," Carrie said into the microphone.

The crowd cheered, their enthusiasm matched by the energy of the performer. Carrie continued, "One thing I have learned is that everyone gets their shot, their chance in the spotlight. Everyone gets their moment. This one's yours."

With those words, Carrie began to sing a high-energy rock song, her powerful voice filling the arena. The crowd swayed and sang along, their excitement heightening the atmosphere. Arizona looked over at Dylan, who was clearly in his element, enjoying every moment of the performance. Arizona couldn't help but join in on the fun, her earlier nerves momentarily forgotten as she immersed herself in the spectacle.

Carrie's performance set an electrifying tone for the rest of the tournament, adding an extra layer of excitement to the already charged atmosphere. As the song reached its crescendo, Arizona felt a renewed sense of energy and focus, ready to take on the challenges that lay ahead in the qualifiers.

The tension in the arena was palpable as Arizona stood on the mat, her heart pounding in her chest. The lights shone brightly overhead, casting a warm glow on the polished floor and illuminating the faces of the spectators, who were eagerly anticipating the upcoming match. Arizona took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, and glanced toward the crowd. There they were-her brother Diego, their grandma, and her best friend Dylan-cheering enthusiastically. Diego was bouncing on the balls of his feet, his eyes wide with excitement, while their grandma waved a homemade sign that read, "Go, Arizona!" Dylan, standing beside them, was wearing a supportive smile, ready to cheer for both his girlfriend and his best friend.

As the announcer, Daryl, stepped to the center of the mat, Arizona's focus shifted back to the moment. "And now, for our next match, we have a thrilling contest between two fierce competitors!" he boomed, his voice echoing through the arena. "Representing Eagle Fang Karate, please welcome Arizona Alvarez!" The crowd erupted into applause, and Arizona felt a surge of adrenaline as she waved to her supporters.

Daryl continued, "And her opponent, representing Miyagi-Do Karate, let's hear it for Sam LaRusso!" The cheers intensified, and Arizona could see Sam stepping onto the mat, a look of determination on her face. The two young women locked eyes, both ready to prove themselves in this battle of skills.

Before the match began, Arizona stepped forward, her expression softening. "Hey, Sam," she said, raising her voice just enough to be heard over the crowd. "You've really improved. I'm excited for this match."

Sam nodded, a genuine smile breaking through her competitive demeanor. "Thanks, Arizona! You too. May the best fighter win."

With a final nod of understanding, they both took their positions on the mat, adrenaline coursing through their veins. The referee stepped between them, giving final instructions and ensuring they were ready. Arizona could hear the cheers of her family and friends blending into the background as she concentrated on the match ahead.

"Ready? Fight!" the referee called, and in an instant, the match was on.

Arizona immediately adopted her fighting stance, her muscles coiled and ready. Sam mirrored her, both girls sizing each other up as they began to circle one another. The energy was electric; Arizona could feel the support of her family and Dylan pushing her forward. She focused on her breathing, blocking out any distractions.

As they exchanged quick strikes and blocks, Arizona found her rhythm. She executed a series of precise kicks, each movement more confident than the last. Sam retaliated with her own impressive techniques, her training at Miyagi-Do evident in her fluid movements. The match was intense, with both fighters showcasing their skills, but Arizona felt a sense of clarity and determination taking over.

After a particularly fierce exchange, Arizona seized an opportunity. She feigned a left jab, drawing Sam's attention before delivering a swift right roundhouse kick that landed perfectly. The impact echoed in the arena, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Come on, Arizona!" Diego yelled, his voice cutting through the noise as he pumped his fist in the air. Dylan joined in, chanting her name, "Arizona! Arizona!" The combined encouragement filled her with even more confidence.

Daryl's voice boomed over the crowd, "And there's the first point for Arizona Alvarez!" The cheers grew louder, and Arizona beamed with pride, knowing she had made her family proud.

The match continued, with Sam fiercely trying to regain her footing, but Arizona's momentum was undeniable. She was in the zone, executing a series of moves that flowed seamlessly together. Each kick, each punch felt powerful, fueled by the cheers of her loved ones.

Finally, with a decisive flurry of strikes, Arizona landed a combination that knocked Sam slightly off balance, earning her a second point. "Yes!" she whispered to herself, exhilarated.

"Two points for Arizona!" Daryl announced, and the crowd roared in approval. Arizona could see Diego jumping up and down, his excitement infectious, and even their grandma was on her feet, clapping her hands.

With the match reaching its climax, Arizona faced Sam one last time, both girls breathing heavily but refusing to back down. They exchanged one last look, filled with respect and determination.

Then, in a final burst of energy, Arizona executed a spinning kick that connected cleanly with Sam, earning her the final point needed to win the match. The referee raised his hand, signaling the end.

"Winner: Arizona Alvarez from Eagle Fang Karate!" Daryl's voice rang out, and the arena erupted into a frenzy of cheers.

Arizona couldn't help but grin, her heart racing as she looked around at her family and friends. Diego was practically bouncing off the walls, and Dylan was cheering as loudly as he could, his face filled with pride for both girls. Arizona jogged over to Sam, who was getting back to her feet, and extended her hand.

"Great match, Sam. You really pushed me!" Arizona said, sincerity shining through her words.

Sam took her hand, pulling her into a brief hug. "You too, Arizona! That was amazing. Congrats on your win!"

As they parted, Arizona felt a rush of happiness. The tension of the match melted away, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie. She had not only won the match but had also earned the respect of her opponent and the support of those she loved.

The excitement in the arena was electric as Arizona stood on the mat, still catching her breath from her recent match. The semi-finals were upon them, and she could feel the intensity of the competition in the air. As she watched Daryl approach the center of the mat, Arizona mentally prepared herself for the next round.

"And now, our first semifinal match will be Arizona Alvarez of Eagle-Fang Karate versus Piper Elswith of Cobra Kai!" Daryl announced, his voice booming across the room. Arizona caught a glimpse of Miguel, who stood on the sidelines, offering her a thumbs-up. "You got this, Ari," he called, his eyes full of encouragement. Arizona felt a warm surge of confidence at his words, and she returned his smile. "Good luck!" he muttered as she hopped onto the stage.

Piper, stepping onto the mat opposite her, wore a smug expression. Arizona attempted to project a friendly demeanor, smiling at her opponent, but Piper merely shot her a cold stare. Rolling her eyes, Arizona refocused her energy as they both bowed to the referee and each other. The referee positioned himself between the two girls, looking back and forth before raising his hand. "Fight!"

Piper charged at Arizona, fists flying in a barrage of punches. Arizona reacted quickly, blocking each strike with precision, her training kicking in. She raised her leg, aiming a kick at Piper's chest, but Piper managed to block it just in time. Frustration bubbled inside Arizona as she thought of how to outsmart her opponent. Suddenly, without warning, Piper sent a swift kick to Arizona's side, catching her off guard.

"Point!" the referee called out, and Arizona shut her eyes in annoyance, shaking her head slightly. She could hear the crowd murmuring, and the pressure of the moment weighed heavily on her shoulders. Returning to her position, she steeled herself for the next round. Piper, with a gleeful grin, looked at her and said, "Robby said Miyagi-Do was for defense only."

Arizona shot Piper a confused look, not fully understanding the meaning behind her words. "And without your defense, you have nothing," Piper continued, her obnoxious smile only fueling Arizona's irritation. Arizona tilted her head slightly, a silent challenge, but Piper only giggled, seemingly unfazed.

As Piper turned to walk back to her side of the mat, Arizona clenched her jaw. The cocky demeanor of her opponent only added to her determination. Arizona took a deep breath, getting into her fighting stance and waiting for the referee's all-clear.

"Fight!" the referee yelled, and with that, Arizona charged at Piper. Piper appeared slightly nervous, blocking the initial flurry of punches and kicks Arizona sent her way. In a moment of clarity, Arizona swept Piper's legs out from under her, sending her crashing to the mat.

Without hesitation, Arizona dropped to one knee beside Piper and landed a solid punch to her chest. "Point, Alvarez!" the referee declared, and Arizona stood up, looking down at Piper, who was clearly flustered. "What is your problem?" Arizona snapped, frustration spilling out.

Piper simply winked at her, which only aggravated Arizona further. As Arizona returned to her side of the mat, Piper took her time getting back to her feet, clearly trying to regain her composure. The referee brought them back to their positions, and when the round started again, Arizona was more focused than ever.

With renewed determination, Arizona lunged at Piper. Piper attempted to throw a punch, but Arizona caught her fist and retaliated with a sharp blow to Piper's stomach. "Point! Alvarez!" the referee shouted, lifting his hand toward Arizona's side.

Piper gulped, visibly shaken as she adjusted her gi. Arizona could feel her nerves simmering beneath the surface but took a deep breath, channeling her anxiety into focus. The referee called "Fight!" once again, and before Piper had a chance to react, Arizona struck, landing a punch directly to Piper's chest that sent her staggering backward.

A cheer erupted from the crowd, and Arizona heard Tory shout, "Yes!" from the sidelines, her voice cutting through the excitement of the moment. Confused, Arizona shot a glance over at Tory, still trying to wrap her head around why someone from Cobra Kai would be cheering for her.

"Winner!" the referee screamed as he stepped toward Arizona, lifting her arm in victory. The arena erupted into applause, and as her arm was raised, everyone could see the "Traitor" tattoo on Arizona's arm, a visible reminder of her complicated ties to Cobra Kai and her decision to fight for Eagle Fang.

As she made her way back to her team, the thrill of victory surged through her veins. She glanced at the scoreboard, noting she would have to fight one more time for a spot in the finals.

Daryl's voice cut through the noise again, "Next up, we have Miguel Diaz of Eagle Fang versus Eli Moskowitz of Miyagi-Do!" The crowd roared with excitement, but Arizona's focus remained on the moment she had just experienced. She exchanged a determined glance with Miguel.

Miguel bounced nervously on his toes, the adrenaline coursing through him as he prepared to face Eli. Johnny's voice cut through the noise of the arena, filled with urgency. "All right, you can do this. You've beaten Hawk before. Remember that killer instinct. Take his ass out."

Both Miguel and Arizona stared at Johnny in disbelief. "What?" they exclaimed in unison, their expressions a mix of shock and confusion. Miguel shook his head, his voice firm. "Take his ass out? Hawk is my friend."

Johnny's intensity didn't waver. "He's fighting for LaRusso. He picked his side. Whose side are you on?"

Miguel flickered his eyes to Arizona, who was frozen in shock, caught in the tense moment. Johnny wanted Miguel to fight like he did last year-without holding back, dirty if necessary. But Miguel had changed. "Yours," he said reluctantly, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

"Are you sure?" Johnny pressed, his voice unwavering. "Hawk may be your friend, but if you wanna win this, you have to beat him."

Miguel shot back incredulously, "Whose side are you on?" Arizona smirked slightly and crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at Johnny's intensity.

"What do you mean?" Johnny asked, genuinely confused.

Before Miguel could respond, the referee interrupted, calling for order. "Gentlemen, take your positions," he instructed, and the tension in the air thickened.

"I'm on your side, Diaz. Always," Johnny said, his voice lowering in a more supportive tone. Miguel nodded slightly, the weight of the moment settling heavily on him. He stepped onto the mat, where the bright lights and roaring crowd awaited.

When Eli stepped forward, the two boys met in the center of the mat. They exchanged a few words, an unspoken understanding passing between them before they shared a handshake. The ref gave the all-clear, signaling the start of the match, and Miguel ran toward Eli, fists flying.

Eli defended himself with practiced ease, blocking each punch Miguel threw at him. The tension built as they both tried to land a hit, jumping into the air for simultaneous kicks. Their legs met in a clash, neither gaining an advantage, and they both fell to the mat.

"No point, that's a block. Continue!" the referee shouted, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation. Miguel and Eli scrambled to their feet, their eyes locked in fierce determination.

"Let's go, Diaz!" Johnny yelled from the sidelines, his voice a rallying cry. Miguel nodded, feeling a surge of resolve. He turned back to Eli and, summoning all his strength, jumped into the air, aiming to kick Eli square in the face.

But just as he was about to complete the move, disaster struck. He lost his balance mid-air, a crack echoing through the arena as he fell hard to the ground. The sound of his body hitting the mat sent a chill down Arizona's spine, and she felt the air leave her lungs. "No, no, no," she whispered, horrified.

"Miguel!" Arizona shouted, panic lacing her voice. She pushed Johnny aside, urgency propelling her forward as she rushed toward Miguel. Johnny leapt onto the mat, rushing to Miguel's side as well. Arizona knelt down beside him, grabbing his hand.

"It hurts," Miguel cried out, his face contorted in pain. Johnny knelt next to Eli, who looked equally wide-eyed and shocked, both boys glancing at each other with a shared concern that transcended their rivalry.

Miguel had his mouth clamped shut, desperately trying to suppress his cries of pain, but it became unbearable. He finally let out a loud scream, the sound echoing in the arena and freezing everyone in place.

"Stay with me, Miguel," Arizona urged, her heart racing. She could feel the warmth of his hand in hers, but it was quickly fading as he tried to keep his composure. Johnny looked over at Arizona, concern etched on his face as he assessed the situation.

"Eli, check on him," Johnny instructed, but Eli was already frozen, the gravity of the situation settling in.

As Arizona held Miguel's hand tightly, she could feel her own pulse racing, the pain in his eyes reflecting a fear that gnawed at her heart. She leaned closer, whispering, "You're going to be okay. Just breathe." The words felt hollow in the face of the reality unfolding before them, but she needed him to believe it, even if she wasn't sure herself.

The arena buzzed with whispers, the atmosphere shifting from excitement to concern as everyone watched the scene unfold. Arizona refused to let go of Miguel's hand, her determination burning bright. They were in this fight together, and she wasn't about to let him down now.

ASH SPEAKS!

when miguel called out for arizona instead of johnny 🤧

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