Young man. You just got knocked the fuck out. 

And while the literal blood may be on the knuckles of #4 in black, the metaphoric blood is on the hands of this ref here. I mean what is buddy doing? The boys have the gloves off. It's time for a tilly. This bozo comes out of nowhere to try to break it up, gets ole'd by 4 in black, and then our guy in white doesn't even get a chance to see that fist of death launching directly to his skull. Not trying to say he'd have a chance in this fight regardless. But it's pretty tough when the zebra provides the perfect screen for the impending kill shot. They're men. Just let them square up.