Jade Imohara Vs Nikki Knowlesl Best [ TRUSTED - Release ]

Then Nikki grinned—bloody, genuine, furious with respect.

Jade stepped onto the staff mid-swing, balanced on one toe, then kicked off directly at Nikki’s face. Nikki barely blocked with her forearm, skidding back five meters.

By now, both bled. Nikki’s left eye was swelling. Jade’s ribs had a hairline crack—she’d know tomorrow, but tonight she ignored it. Jade Imohara Vs Nikki Knowlesl BEST

She overcommitted on a haymaker—because she wanted to end it, because she always wanted to end it. Jade slipped inside the arc of the punch, caught Nikki’s arm, and executed a throw so perfect that Nikki’s spine hit the mats before her brain understood she was falling.

Jade didn’t follow her down. She stood over Nikki, hand extended. Then Nikki grinned—bloody, genuine, furious with respect

And then Nikki made a mistake.

Jade’s eyes opened. Pale silver. “We’re here to find out who ‘BEST’ actually means.” By now, both bled

Nikki coughed, stumbled, and laughed anyway. “That your best?”

She flicked her wrist. The sickle-chain released Nikki’s staff, and before Nikki could reset, Jade’s forehead met her nose in a headbutt so clean it drew applause from the judges.

“Best two out of three next year?” she asked, slapping Jade’s palm.