He Might Have Another Trick... Be Safe

You read the room, and decide that maybe this isn't as over as it looks. Instead of just diving for his jockstrap, you lean back, and plant a solid push kick in the center of Ryan's bare chest.

With a loud slap followed by a louder thud, Ryan is on the mat, and by the look of him, he's not getting up any time soon. Nice and easy, you waltz up to him, reach down, and pluck the jockstrap off of his foot. Grinning and flexing your arms, you bathe in the other fighters' admiration as the bell rings.

"Riley Walker wins his first match! No surprise there! Are we going to see a FIFTH Walker champion? Who knows!"

Ryan's photo will be on the wall tomorrow, but not yours. Not yet. As you head back to the locker room with a victoriously smug smirk on your face, you're just pulling off your gear when a very defeated Ryan ambles in behind you.