CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
1…
2…
The ref's hand hovered over the mat for the final time.
But it never hit.
KICK OUT!!!
"WHAT!?"
The arena exploded in noise.
The commentary booth lost its mind.
Fans jumped to their feet, screaming, some even crying.
"HE KICKED OUT!! MALIK KICKED OUT!!"
Jetstream Jace fell backward, hands in his hair.
Bronson staggered up, jaw slack, face drained of color.
His lips moved without sound.
"That's… that's not possible…"
But it was happening.
Malik Smith Jr.'s chest rose and fell, blood in his mouth, sweat dripping—but his eyes?
Burning.
Then it happened.
Like lightning through his veins, the Tribal Chief roared to life.
He rose—fully upright—as if pulled by destiny itself.
Jace turned around…
SPEAR!!
Bronson blinked.
SPEAR!!!
The ring shook.
The crowd screamed his name.
"TRI-BAL CHIEF! TRI-BAL CHIEF! TRI-BAL CHIEF!"
He looked down at the two bodies crumpled before him.
He wasn't done.
He pulled Jace up by the arm, looked him in the eyes, and whispered:
"This is for interfering in my kingdom."
SKYFALL JUDGMENT!
He grabbed Bronson next, eyes filled with fire.
SKYFALL JUDGMENT!
They were both barely conscious.
But the Tribal Chief wasn't finished.
He marched to the corner.
The crowd could feel it.
He tapped his chest once.
Pointed to the sky.
Then whispered:
"Acknowledge me."
He sprinted forward.
CROWN CRUSHER – HEAD STOMP!!
TO JACE.
Then—
CROWN CRUSHER!!
TO BRONSON.
The crowd was shaking the barricades.
Malik covered Bronson. Hooked the leg.
The referee dropped.
1…
2…
3!!!
DING DING DING!!!
🎉 WINNER: MALIK "M.K. JR." SMITH
STILL BWF CHAMPION
The bell rang like thunder.
The camera caught Bronson and Jace lying motionless in the ring.
Malik stood in the center, belt in hand, arms raised.
His kingdom. His era.
He had walked through fire.
He had survived betrayal.
He had faced the fury of champions past.
And he still stood.
Undisputed.
Unshaken.
Unforgettable.
[End of Chapter 24 – "Undisputed"]