After the fight ends, both corners quickly fill with their respective teams.
On Roy's side, smiles spread easily as his team gathers around him, patting his shoulders and speaking in excited bursts. His father, acting as chief corner, stands at the center of it all with unmistakable pride, lifting the IBF belt high above his head.
Roy himself remains composed, breathing evenly, his expression unchanged as though nothing about this moment demands emotional reaction.
Across the ring, Mercer's corner is silent and heavy. His team stands with lowered heads or fixed stares, still processing what just happened.
Mercer stands still, shoulders heavy, staring forward without focus. The fight keeps replaying in his mind, but nothing resolves into an answer, only the same sequence repeating without escape.
