The referee waves both corners clear, voice firm, signaling the end of the break and the start of round two.
Trainers step back together, stools whisked away, bottles lowered, hands off shoulders, leaving the canvas open and quiet again bare.
As both fighters loosening their arms, a low murmur rolls through the arena, anticipation tightening as thousands lean forward in their seats.
"Round one favored Ramos on activity," one commentator says. "But Ryoma's reads changed late. If that pressure returns, we'll see answers."
"Yup…" the other one nods. "Either Ramos turns it up, or Ryoma drags him into deeper water. Second round will tell who blinks first tonight."
The bell rings.
Ding!
Round Two.
Both fighters step out at once, feet light, eyes sharp. They drift toward the center, not rushing, not yielding.
The middle of the ring offers space, angles, control. But right now, avoiding a mistake matters more than claiming territory.
