VISION GRID SYSTEM: THE COMEBACK OF RYOMA TAKEDA - Chapter 635: Maintaining Order
Chapter 635: Maintaining Order
For a while, no one says anything. What started as a routine alignment meeting; titles, schedules, distribution, has tilted into something else entirely. What remains is quieter, heavier, the kind of silence where each of them is running the implications in their own head.
Vaughan is the first to ease back into it, his tone measured as always. “Then we’re not talking about whether he’s relevant,” he says. “We’re talking about whether we allow him to become relevant.”
Jackson lets out a small breath, rubbing his chin as he leans back. “You’re all acting like he’s already there. Well, he still has to win the fight, right?”
“He probably will,” Mendes replies, not even looking up from his screen. “That’s the part you shouldn’t ignore.”
That earns him a glance from Jackson, but Mendes continues, calm and certain. “If he’s taken this route, it means he’s calculated the risk. Men like him don’t gamble unless they believe they control the outcome. We better stop treating him like kid from now on.”
Ramirez doesn’t interrupt. This is exactly where he wants them, letting the realization settle on its own, knowing it’s far more effective when they arrive at the conclusion themselves.
Vaughan nods slightly. “Then the objective is straightforward. We don’t let that outcome materialize.”
Jackson tilts his head. “Alright. So how do you want to play it? Pressure? Politics?”
“Start there,” Mendes says. “It’s the cleanest way in.”
He shifts forward, voice gaining a little more weight. “There’s already a pattern people can question. His fights don’t come quietly. There’s always something around them. Controversy, disruption. Yoyogi is still recent enough to bring back into discussion.”
Ramirez’s eyes flicker briefly at that, a small shift betraying recognition, but he doesn’t cut in, allowing Mendes to continue and reveal how far his understanding already goes.
“We don’t need to accuse him of anything,” Mendes adds. “We just raise doubt. Consistency. Integrity. Let the media carry it from there.”
Jackson gives a faint nod. “And once that starts circulating, commissions start paying attention whether they want to or not.”
“Exactly,” Vaughan says. “From there, it becomes reasonable to request oversight. Additional scrutiny. Even transparency in contractual terms.”
Ramirez’s gaze lowers slightly for a moment, as if aligning his thoughts or weighing how much to reveal, then lifts again, settling back on the screen with renewed focus.
“You know,” Vaughan says after a moment, his tone more reflective than before, “I happened to see the announcement earlier today.”
He leans back slightly, recalling it as he speaks, not rushing, just laying it out as it comes back to him.
“Lightweight unification as the headliner. But what caught my attention wasn’t just that. Another title fight, and a rank bout, both under WBO circuit. It’s an interesting composition. Three fighters from the same side, all placed on a card they’re not even hosting.”
A faint pause settles over the call, not heavy with tension but edged with calculation, each of them quietly turning the implications over.
“That kind of alignment doesn’t usually happen without something behind it,” Vaughan adds. “And I have a hard time believing the host can comfortably fund a setup like that, or take on that kind of risk. Feels more like the kid has money in it too.”
Jackson lets out a quiet chuckle. “A fighter helping finance parts of his own card? That’s not illegal, but it doesn’t look clean either.”
“It doesn’t have to be clean,” Mendes says. “It just has to look questionable enough.”
Bowman has been silent through most of it, but now he finally speaks, his tone even.
“That won’t stop him from winning.”
The room stills slightly, the subtle background movements fading as their focus tightens, each of them redirecting their full attention back to Bowman.
“He’s not the type that folds under pressure,” Bowman continues. “From what we’ve seen, he performs through it.”
Ramirez nods once. “He does.”
Jackson exhales, leaning back again. “So we stir up noise, push the commissions, maybe make things uncomfortable… and he still wins. Then what?”
No one answers immediately. The silence lingers, heavier this time, as each of them shifts from surface-level tactics to something far less comfortable.
Mendes glances up. “Then we influence the result.”
Jackson’s eyes narrow slightly. “You mean the judges.”
“It’s an option,”
Mendes replies. “Not the cleanest, but it’s there.”
Bowman shakes his head once. “He stops people early. If he does that, judges don’t matter.”
Jackson drums his fingers lightly against the armrest. “Then you don’t wait for the fight.You mess with what comes before it.”
Mendes nods slowly. “Do something with his training camp. You don’t need much. Disrupt the rhythm. Compromise sparring. Create small injuries. Add distractions. Fighters don’t collapse from one thing. They break from accumulation.”
“Ah, right. Think about his fight with McConnell,” Jackson adds. “He won, sure, but something was off there.”
“Bad preparation,” Mendes says. “That’s always where the cracks start.”
Bowman watches them both for a moment before speaking again. “And you’re suggesting we interfere directly.”
Mendes meets his gaze. “I’m suggesting that if you want certainty, you don’t rely on chance.”
The room quiets again, but this time it isn’t uncertainty. It’s calculation, as each of them weighs how far they’re willing to go, and what lines they’re prepared to cross.
Vaughan exhales softly. “All of this,” he says, almost reflective, “to deal with one fighter.”
Ramirez finally straightens in his seat, shoulders setting with quiet intent, a small shift that naturally pulls their attention back to him.
“Of course,” he says. “You’re still looking at him as he is right now. A name in a smaller circuit, moving through a path you don’t consider important. But I’m looking at what happens if that path works.”
No one interrupts him now, not out of agreement, but because the way he frames it forces them to follow the trajectory he’s laying out, whether they like it or not.
“If he unifies those belts,” Ramirez says, “and then moves up, and then positions himself for a title… then he’s no longer operating inside the structure we’ve been controlling.”
Jackson’s expression has lost its earlier ease. Mendes is completely still. Bowman’s gaze sharpens with intent.
“And if that happens,” Ramirez adds, leaning forward slightly, “it doesn’t stop with him. Others will see it. Different markets. Different promoters. Different ways of building leverage.”
Vaughan gives a small nod, fingers steepled in front of him as he picks up the thread. “That’s exactly the issue. The system works because it’s predictable. Because we decide who moves, and when. But the moment someone shows they can move without that structure, then the structure stops mattering.”
