The punches collide in a violent burst. But there's nothing behind Hanazawa's shot. And Aramaki's hook slams hard and clean into Hanazawa's skull.
Sweat explodes into the air on impact. One commentator clutches his head, exploding in disbelief.
"Oh my god… he ran straight into it!"
Hanazawa is flung backward, his body crashes into the ropes, and by instinct alone he snakes his right arm over the top strand, dumping his weight onto it, refusing to fall.
But the next instant…
Dhuack!
Aramaki's left hook smacks his face dead on.
"Oh my god…" the second commentator breathes, horror creeping into his voice. "This is turning into a disaster!"
Hanazawa's head snaps back toward outside the ring. Sweat arcs again, this time streaked with red, and a bead of blood sails past the ropes and splashes onto a spectator in the front row.
"Eh?" someone gasps. "Is that blood?"
