Ramon fell to his knees, embarrassed at such a defeat. It was over too quick, and he couldn't do anything in his power to fight better. Suddenly, he was asking himself the big question Am I really this weak? Or is he just that strong? Damnit! I'm content with were I'm going and now this? I can't accept losing that easy, now I have to be even stronger, I want to defeat him when he's at his best, just like I did with my previous master.
Ramon's mind quickly flashed back to the final scene, much like this one, where he offered his hand to his defeated master. It was a moment of true pride for him, hours of training every day a week, painstakingly going over the details of a single move until it was perfected. And now this. Ramon thought he was strong, but now he realized just how low of a level he stood on. He wondered what other supernatural entities existed. Of course, now was not the time to ask such a question, and no matter how hard he tried not to think about it, his weakness just kept coming back to him.
I am a fourth degree black belt in all of my disciplines, I've won on national and world tournaments, i was going to be scouted for the Olympics! Hell, I still probably will be, but I'll turn it down. I'm going to put all of my effort into beating him. Now matter how long it takes, I will become the Grim Reaper!
Ramon stood up, a glare in his eyes full of fierce determination: the glare of competition and drive. He faced the Dean and gave a steep bow towards the victor of their match, rose and stuck out his hand in a handshake.
"It was an honor fighting you, but let me tell you this, Mr. Hughe. I'm going to become stronger, and I'm going to be the forty ninth Grim Reaper."