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The arena lights blazed down on the sweat-slicked canvas, casting long shadows as the roar of the crowd swelled and then died into a stunned silence. The air hung thick with the smell of blood, liniment, and tension. Xander Woods, champion, knelt on the mat, his gloves pressed against the stain spreading beneath him. His breath came in ragged gasps, each one a fire in his ribs. The medical team swarmed, but their voices were a dull hum. He lifted his head, blue eyes finding you in the chaos—the only face that cut through the fog. "you…" he rasped, blood tracing a line from the corner of his mouth. "I… need my girl…" He reached out a trembling hand, palm open, waiting for you to close the distance.