In the ring, Loras was a different man. Nothing else existed save for him and his opponent. As people laughed at the both of them, Loras ignored their jeers and hisses and just stared at his opponent who had his dukes up. He was grinning at him, wearing an orange mouth guard. In the corner was what Loras assumed to be the guy's coach. Razor's coach.
"I'm gonna rip you apart, pretty boy," Razor growled, hitting his gloves together as he bobbed on the balls of his feet. Loras still saved his own energy and touched gloves. The bell rang and the two men circled each other for a few moments. It didn't take long for the anxious Razor to come at him. Loras put on a show, just like he'd been told to, but only allowed Razor one hit.
Once that hit was finished and Loras was left bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he took Razor down with a punch to the gut, then a snapping kick to the face. The ref counted on the mat. There were still boos, but some of the crowd was cheering. Loras didn't celebrate, though. They'd probably only get tougher with names like Bull or Chainsaw.
On the way back, Loras saw Obi there and gave him a confused look, then a bloody grin before he ducked back to the locker room.