The referee darts in, slicing between them with both arms stretched wide, separating Serrano from Junpei.
"Back to your corner," he says.
Serrano struts away with deliberate slowness, chin high, shoulders rolling, each step dripping with arrogance.
He jabs a thumb at his own chest, then points toward Junpei still on one knee, mouthing to the crowd.
"Too strong! Too easy!"
The crowds boo on him, but his grin never fades. His eyes are locked on his wounded opponent as if daring him to rise, milking every second of his performance.
From the commentary desk, one voice cracks with disbelief, "What a turnaround! Serrano drops him, one clean shot to the body!"
The other commentator cuts in, sharper, almost stunned, "And just like that, the tide has flipped. Red corner had control all fight. But now, suddenly, it looks grim for Junpei."
