The familiar sight of Zach's limp and bruised body lays before you, well, hangs on the ropes before you. His whole body is covered by red marks and welts, with the beginnings of a black eye forming on his left eye. His ears are flat against his head and his tail wags slowly. A trail of drool slowly falls from his mouth as he struggles to even hold onto the ropes, though given his arms are completely wrapped around them, he's not going anywhere without some help A few groans and moans leave him as he fights the need to fall to the canvas, but his voice comes out still, though it's weak.

"...B-best of... t-three?"

He coughs right after, looking up at you with a forced smile.