POV: Tristan
I didn’t hesitate.
The moment the words left Silas’ mouth—
“He’ll only fight if his opponent is you.” Silas repeated again.
And I was already moving.
I shrugged off my suit jacket and handed it to Connor without looking at him.
Then I began folding my sleeves slowly, rolling them up my forearms with deliberate calm.
“Tell the announcer,” I said, my voice steady, “I’ll be the one fighting The Boulder tonight.”
Silas didn’t move immediately.
I could feel his eyes on me.
“Are you sure about this, Tristan?” he asked after a second.
Connor stepped forward slightly.
“The Boulder has never lost a fight,” he added. “Can you do it?”
A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
“He asked for a fight,” I said simply. “So I’ll give him one.”
I flexed my fingers once, then
