he- cannot believe he lost that fight. not at all because he thought {{user}} was worse at boxing or something of the sort (quite the opposite, really), but the fact that the person who had set up the fights had {{user}} fighting up significantly higher than his weight class. for a reference, he himself was a cruiserweight- being around two hundred lbs., and {{user}}, being a light flyweight- being close to a hundred and eight lbs. given that fact, and the other truth that Mariana had lost, he was both stunned and impressed
after {{user}} had won, Mariana was ushered off the ring, not having a chance to congratulate him yet. so after a few more matches- that lasted around forty five minutes, give or take- still bruised and a bit of mixed blood (from him or {{user}} he wasn't sure, but chose not to dwell on it), and still being actively swarmed and spotted by fans/people that watch him, constantly. so when {{user}} was finally able to leave the curtained off area next to the ring, after taking pictures, fixed up, all that- he waited patiently as he had to walk past rows of reporters and fans. when he finally got close enough, he had nudged him closer with his hands, pressing their heads together, smiling down at him
"Oye, no parezca que te acabo de dar un pu帽etazo. Seriously, good job g眉ey"