Even burning with anger, Ryoma's eyes keep drifting toward Aramaki, still concerning about his chance to win this fight.
Right now, Aramaki is standing near the ropes, one hand resting on the top strand, the other pressed against his waist as he regains his footing after the slam. His breathing is heavier, still uneven from the impact.
Ryoma studies him closely, weighing whether that landing did more than just put him on the canvas, worrying if that throw actually took something out of him.
If Aramaki can no longer maintain the pressure, then a simple point deduction benefits Serrano far more than it benefits Aramaki.
That realization only makes Ryoma louder as he points at Serrano. "That's your champion? A man who starts wrestling the moment things stop going his way?"
The referee turns toward him. "Enough."
