As the JBC representative steps forward, the gold-plated Super Lightweight belt catches the arena lights, shimmering with a prestige that feels out of place amidst the carnage.
"The winner, by way of Technical Knockout... and the NEW JBC Super Lightweight Champion... RYOHEI YAMADA!"
The official drapes the heavy leather over Ryohei's shoulder. But Ryohei's body is so depleted he can barely keep it from sliding off.
He doesn't raise his arms. He just stands there, a ghost of a man, his face a roadmap of purple hematomas and dried blood.
"And listen to that crowd!" the lead commentator shouts, his voice vibrating with the tension of the room. "I've seen upsets before, but never one that felt this... surgical. The Osaka fans are not just disappointed; they are insulted. To them, Umemoto was the king, and Yamada is just the man who happened to be standing when the king's legs failed him."
"Lucky bastard!" a voice screams from the front row.
