Everyone from the locker room, Kurogane, Kenta, Okabe, Aramaki, and Satoru, is already rushing toward the ring, scrambling through the ropes with ridiculous grins plastered across their faces.
"There he is!"
"RYOMA!"
"YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!"
Before Ryoma can even turn around, Kurogane throws both arms around him from behind. Kenta grabs one arm, Aramaki catches the other, while Okabe and Satoru close in from either side.
"Hey, wait..."
Ryoma barely gets the words out before his feet leave the canvas.
"Oi! What are you doing?!"
They hoist him into the air.
"WE GOT A WORLD CHAMPION!"
"PUT HIM UP!"
"COME ON, RYOMA!"
Ryoma's body stiffens as they bounce him between their shoulders, his face twisting into pure discomfort while the others grin like idiots.
"Put me down!"
"Not yet!"
"Seriously, stop!"
For a few seconds, the five men celebrate like children who have somehow just won the biggest prize in the world.
