As the fight between Karl and Luisa continued, Gwen, Erik, and Amber were in the infirmary, waiting for Floyd to wake up.
After lying in the infirmary bed for twenty minutes, Floyd woke up.
"Ugh..."
"Easy, easy," Amber said, pushing Floyd back on the bed as he tried to get up.
Floyd looked around, disoriented. He was no longer in the ring fighting Anderson; instead, he found himself in what appeared to be the infirmary, surrounded by Gwen, Erik, and Amber.
"Since I'm here, it means I have lost, uh?"
"Yeah..." Erik said.
"You could have done nothing about it, Floyd," Gwen said. "Anderson is simply too strong. Even I would have lost. Only Amber might have won, but that was not assured at all."
Floyd sighed. His defeat had not been due to any lack of skill or strength; rather, it seemed that there was just something about Anderson that made even the best fighters fall short when facing him.