Miguel Cabello's team storms into the ring, raising both arms toward the crowd as if the result has already become official.
And Miguel himself allows a cocky grin to appear across his exhausted face while leaning against the ropes.
"Well, that reaction tells you exactly what they think about this fight!"
"They are absolutely convinced Miguel Cabello just became world champion tonight!"
"And honestly, it's hard to disagree with them after what we watched!"
Liam O'Connel slowly returns toward his own corner without saying much. The damage alone already looks brutal enough; swelling around both cheekbones, blood still visible beneath the nose, redness spread across his face.
But more than the physical damage, the expression itself says enough. The exhaustion, the frustration, the quiet emptiness in his eyes while staring at the canvas beneath him.
