章節 66: Chapter 66: The Championship Fight
The day of the championship fight arrived with a sense of anticipation so thick it was almost suffocating. Cole had barely slept the night before, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. This was the culmination of everything he had worked for—every fight, every victory, every moment of doubt had led him here. But beyond the fight, the threats from the underground still loomed, casting a shadow over what should have been the biggest day of his career.
As he walked into the arena, the familiar sounds of the crowd filled his ears. The cheers, the chatter, the electric buzz of excitement that always preceded a big fight. Cole had grown used to it by now, but today, it felt different. Bigger. The stakes were higher than they had ever been, and the pressure was unlike anything he had experienced before.
Lina, Ty, and Zack were waiting for him in the locker room, their faces a mixture of excitement and concern. They knew how much this fight meant to him, but they also knew about the growing danger lurking in the background.
"You ready for this?" Ty asked, his voice filled with nervous energy as he bounced on the balls of his feet.
Cole gave a small nod, though the tension in his chest hadn't eased. "Yeah. I'm ready."
Zack leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. "Just stay focused. You've got this."
Lina stepped forward, her hand resting on Cole's arm. "We'll be right here, watching. No matter what happens, we've got your back."
Cole met her eyes, feeling a flicker of warmth in his chest. Lina had always been his rock, the one who kept him grounded when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control. Her steady presence was exactly what he needed right now.
"Thanks," Cole said quietly. "I'll be fine."
But as he turned to head toward the ring, a nagging sense of unease settled over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go wrong. The underground hadn't made a move in days, but that didn't mean they weren't watching. They were always watching.
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The arena was packed, the air thick with anticipation as the crowd waited for the championship fight to begin. Cole stood in his corner of the ring, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared across at his opponent.
Dante "The Viper" Harris.
Dante was a seasoned fighter, known for his speed and precision. He was older than Cole by several years, with a long list of victories under his belt, but Cole had studied his fights and knew his weaknesses. This wasn't going to be an easy fight, but Cole had faced tougher opponents before.
The bell rang, and the fight began.
Dante moved quickly, circling around Cole with the grace of a predator stalking its prey. He threw a series of jabs, testing Cole's defenses, but Cole was ready. He dodged the punches with ease, keeping his guard up and waiting for the right moment to strike.
For the first few rounds, the fight was evenly matched. Both fighters landed solid hits, but neither gained a clear advantage. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, their cheers and shouts blending into a cacophony of sound that echoed through the arena.
By the fifth round, Cole started to notice a change in Dante's movements. He was getting slower, his punches less precise. It was subtle, but Cole could see that the fight was starting to wear on him. This was his chance.
Cole pressed forward, landing a series of quick jabs that sent Dante stumbling back. The crowd roared as Cole moved in for the kill, his fists flying with brutal precision. Dante tried to counter, but his movements were sluggish, and Cole could see the exhaustion in his eyes.
With a powerful uppercut, Cole sent Dante crashing to the mat.
The referee stepped in, counting down as Dante struggled to get back on his feet. But it was clear that he wasn't getting up. The fight was over.
The referee raised Cole's hand in victory, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Cole stood in the center of the ring, his chest heaving with exertion, his fists still clenched. He had won. He was the regional champion.
But even as the cheers of the crowd washed over him, that nagging sense of unease remained. He couldn't shake the feeling that the underground was still out there, waiting for their moment to strike.
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