[It's good enough. This isn't Dressrosa, after all. But there's not as much wild cheering as there ought to be. It's more... polite. A lot of people were betting against Zoro after all.

Namur goes crazy for a little bit. The payout from this fight's going to be the best ever. He disappears while the refs do their thing. Holding up Zoro's arm, getting Mr. Cleaner drug off the floor, wiping up any spots of blood too wet to dry on their own. But he's back by the time they're ready to let Zoro out of the ring, ready to smack him on the back and usher him out to the waiting room again.]

Nice job, Plecobait! Coulda drawn 'im out a li'l longer an' got the bookies all a li'l more convinced it'd be a longshot for y' t' win, but not bad. They got yer number now though, an' ain't no one gonna go easy on y' from here on. Sheheheh! Break a sweat? Need a drink?