The moment the fight is waved off, the red corner erupts into motion. Cornermen rush up the steps, one after another, slipping through the ropes in a hurry. The ring doctor follows right behind them, already pulling on his gloves as he approaches. They gather around Cortez immediately.
Hands move quickly but carefully, one supporting his back, another checking his eyes, the doctor crouching low to examine his condition. Cortez barely responds at first, his body slack, head lolling slightly.
On the other side of the ring, the mood couldn't be more different. Hiroshi is the first to climb in, followed closely by Okabe. Neither of them bothers to hide their excitement.
"You did it, Aramaki!" Hiroshi shouts, grabbing Aramaki by the shoulders. "One round KO!"
Okabe doesn't even bother with words. He grabs Aramaki by the head, rough fingers tangling into his hair, shaking him hard.
"That was insane! You jerk!"
