The arena doesn't roar when the fourth round begins. It holds its breath.
What filled the building moments ago, shock, noise, and disbelief, has settled into something quieter and heavier.
A shared awareness that the fight has crossed a line. That something irreversible has already happened, even if the bell says otherwise.
"Welcome to the fourth round…" a commentator fills in the moment. "And I don't think anyone in this building quite knows what they're about to see."
"You're right," the other one replies. "Because Ramos survived the knockdown, but surviving and recovering are two very different things."
"And for the first time in his career, Ramos is coming out of a round with questions hanging over him. Not about his heart. Not about his toughness. But about his body."
The bell rings.
Ding!
Round Four.
"And here we go," the first commentator says, voice lower now. "This round isn't about momentum anymore."
