The burly luchador, in genuinely high spirits for the first time in a while, decided to take a break from Dance Dance Revolution. This was partly because he was interested in procuring a sweet, fizzy beverage, but also because he wanted others in the yet growing audience to his digitally motivated gyrations to have a chance at winning. This was a place of fun, not combat. Pressing the advantage was not required here. 

After his next crushing victory, this time against a young lady some two years his junior, he bowed to her in an exaggerated but graceful manner, sweeping his arms wide and maintaining eye contact with his former opponent. He smiled broadly, and announced to her (and anyone who would hear):

"It was almost a pity, having to see you defeated. You have dance-battled with honor and dignity, Senorita, and for that you have my gratitude. El Sasquatcho shall retire from his position tonight, that others may know the glory of victory in his absence. My Dama Bailarin, should you wish to converse about yourself to El Sasquatcho, you may find him at the Snack Counter of this fine establishment." 

Without so much as a backwards glance, he hopped back onto the waist-high guard rail around the DDR footpads and steadied himself. While twisting his body about, he kicked off, launching himself into the air and rotating halfway before hitting the ground. Now facing the assembled crowd, he raised his arms in victory amid their cheers and offered a second showman's bow before moving to locate his companions. He grabbed a small fortune in arcade tickets and began his search. 

It wasn't too difficult - finding the nearest Titan. She was over a head taller than anyone else in the building, himself included. In the exuberance of victory, he rapid-fired questions at his new friend and fellow Titan without allowing sufficient time to answer, "Ves! How are you finding your first arcade, eh? What have you gotten into so far tonight? Have you seen where the others have gotten off to? We should get soda and cheap nachos! Snacks are that way! El Sasquatcho is flying on wings of victory tonight! Wings! Do you want to get wings instead? Spicy, smoky, moist and delicioso chicken wings with strangely marbled cheese dressing? Ok, let's go!"  

He grabbed her hand and began to lead the tall (and much stronger) Amazon toward the smells of cheap street fare to the side of the establishment.