CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
📅 July 1st, 2005
The BWF arena buzzed like a hornet's nest.
Tonight wasn't just another match.
It was a grudge—a receipt Malik "The Tribal Chief" Smith Jr. intended to cash with interest.
Last Two Weeks at HeatWave, Jace "Jetstream" interfered.
He tried to rewrite history.
Malik was about to remind him: you don't interrupt royalty and walk away.
🎤 "Tonight," Malik said during his entrance, belt over his shoulder, finger to the sky, "Jetstream gets grounded.
This isn't a ring… it's the island of relevancy.
And Jace? You've overstayed your welcome."
The crowd erupted.
MATCH: Malik "The Tribal Chief" vs. Jetstream Jace – Grudge Match
Jace came in hot, flying off the ropes with a springboard moonsault.
Fast. Flashy. Furious.
He hit his finisher—Air Breaker—within minutes.
💥 BOOM!
Malik twitched.
The crowd held their breath.
1…
2…
KICKOUT.
Malik sat up with a stare that turned cheers into screams.
Jetstream's cocky grin vanished.
Malik exploded.
— SPEAR!
— CROWN CRUSHER!
Jace rolled. Crawled.
— SKYFALL JUDGMENT!
No pin.
Malik stood over him, breathing slow. Calm. Dangerous.
He picked Jace up again.
— Second CROWN CRUSHER.
The crowd was losing it.
"PIN HIM!" someone shouted.
Malik shook his head.
He had one more message to send.
He dragged Jace outside the ring.
Lifted him high.
SLAMMED HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE.
Jace's body bounced like a ragdoll.
Still no pin.
Malik stood tall amidst the debris, arms stretched wide, the title glinting in the lights.
This wasn't just a win.
It was domination.
And the pin?
That could wait.
[End of Chapter 28 – "Grudge Unleashed"]