Jack blinked a few times after he opened his eyes. The ceiling lights of the small infirmary seemed abnormally bright to him, so he squinted as he tried sitting upright. As soon as he began to prop his elbows onto the thin bed he began to feel a throbbing pain in his head. The champion instinctively brought a hand to his head, letting out a surprised and painful groan. "What the...?" he asked aloud, trying to remember what happened. After a few seconds it all came back to him. His fight against the Namekian. His defeat. The memory combined with the pain caused him to grit his teeth and scowl.

"Welcome back Mr. Ryan," the attendant spoke up, approaching the bed from the other side of the room. Jack swung his legs around to stand up but the young man stopped him. "We've run some scans and it seems you have no brain damage but we need to see if you have a concussion. You probably do so you need to sit here a moment longer and follow my instructions." The scowl turned into a standard frown as Jack brought his hand back from his head. After the brief test was over, the attendant stood out of Jack's way. "By some miracle it seems that you don't have a concussion either. You really are a champion."

"[I]Was[/I] a champion," Jack snorted as he got to his feet. The headache still persisted but had become manageable over the past few minutes. "How long was I out? I... I don't think I've ever been knockout out before..." The attendant looked over at the clock before looking back to Jack. "You were unconscious for about seven minutes, give or take," he answered before walking away. Now that he was alone in the infirmary, Jack let out an obvious groan of disdain. [I]What the hell happened out there?[/I] he thought to himself as he clenched a fist. [I]I had him on the ropes. I gave it everything I had. But he just suddenly... came back.[/I]

As the soon-to-be former champion entered the fighters' area he immediately spotted the opponent that had defeated him. The large Namekian was standing in the same spot he had been before their fight, looking out the window. Presently the Majin girl was fighting a gigantic human and that fight had his attention. Jack considered approaching Fenro but quickly decided against it. [I]That was humiliating. How could I be so weak? All my years of training accumulating to... this? I was beaten effortlessly. What will my fans think about this? My friends? My family? What would Master Quan think about me?[/I]

Jack sat down at the table nearest the buffet, several seats over from one of the Saiyan girls. He recognized that she had also lost her fight, the fight before his, and smirked slightly. [I]With me this is now officially the losers' table,[/I] he thought to himself. The joke in his mind quickly faded away and the frown returned. Placing his elbows on the table and holding his head in his hands, Jack brought his gaze toward the windows to get some kind of view of the current fight. [I]At least I tried my hardest. I guess.[/I] Jack closed his eyes for a moment as his headache increased in intensity briefly. Once it settled down he opened his eyes and let out a sigh. "What a day..." Jack spoke to himself.