Wakabayashi lies facedown on the canvas, motionless. One glove is trapped awkwardly beneath his chest while the other rests palm-down near his shoulder.
His body is angled slightly toward the ropes, legs stretched out behind him without tension. The bright lights above cast harsh reflections across the sweat on his back, but he does not react to them.
In the red corner, Narisawa's face drains of color. His fingers tighten around the bottom rope as he leans forward, eyes wide and unblinking.
"What is this…?" he murmurs under his breath. "What am I looking at?"
The referee immediately positions himself between the fallen fighter and the man still standing. He stretches one arm outward without taking his eyes off Wakabayashi.
"Neutral corner. Now."
