Toga's Determination (Toga)

Toga tightened the belt around the lower half of his Gi. He cracked his neck and did a few stretches. Today was the fourth day. Each day he challenged the man, each day, he lost. With each day having gotten closer, he was sure he was going to beat him today. Many of the spectators who were rooting for Harrow, were now rooting for Toga.

His determination alone managed to capture the hearts of the people.

Not what he was aiming for, but whatever gotten them to believe in him. They saw him more as one of them, rather than some enforcer. Shue on the other hand… Most of the residence were still wary of him.

He made no efforts to get to know them. Nor did he act on friendly terms. He didn't even pay their attitudes about him no mind. Most avoided eye contact.

"You ready old man?" Toga asked.

"Hahh! I was ready when you were still on your mom's teat, boy," Harrow said.

Toga smirked. After everything, he still thought of beating this man with nothing but his physical strength. That, and his wit.

He was topless, his abdominals hard in pique condition. His biceps shining and wet from his prior workout.

Harrow took off his top as well and threw it to the side. "Apparently, you don't seem to learn your lessons,"

Toga put his fist on the ground and bent forward. Harrow did the same thing. Both were staring the other down looking for a sign of the first move being made. The tension was so thick from Toga's perspective, he could feel the sweat rolling down the side of his face, and every beat of his own heart.

Harrow smirked. He dashed forward.

With the slightest movement from Harrow, Toga instantly reacted and dashed forward as well. They flew at breakneck speeds. Their hands clashed against each other making a surrounding smack sound that reverberated all around the colosseum. There was even a faint airwave that blew over from the force of the clash. Both their muscles bulged harder than they've ever bulged before. Their very veins were strained to maximum effect.

Just to hold their positions took as much effort on their part as it did the other.

They've been locked in this position for about two minutes before their arms began to start shaking. The previous arrogant smirk that Harrow once had, has vanished. It was replaced by the strenuous, narrowed vision of worry and doubt. How could it have not been? It's only been four days, and Toga has suffered multiple defeats. What made this time so much more different?

The eyes in Toga were now a fire of determination and will power. His eyes were narrowed since the beginning of the match. They've spent minutes having been locked within each other, and so far, Toga hadn't been pushed back even a mere millimeter. He had first row seats to see how much it was getting to him. The first time they were pushing against each other, Toga was being slowly driven back every few seconds. At this point, not a centimeter of ground was given.

The match already wasn't going as Harrow planned.

Toga was the one smirking now. His arms were stretched forward, his back leg stretched behind him, the ball of his feet planted firmly on the ground while the heel pointed skyward. He was leaned into his push. In this form, he was like an immovable wall.

The bystanders watching began gossiping amongst each other at the strange new development.

Of course Harrow could simply lift him like he did previously, but his pride won't allow it. Unless he could move the kid, it would feel like admitting defeat. He may be strong, but he was a simple man for Toga to figure out.

{But one of us is going to have to give old man}

Using his front leg as a pillar for the rest of his body, he firmly planted it to let his back leg push forward. The crowd looked on in astonishment.

It was only a mere centimeter, but the fact that the boss got pushed back however little it was, still meant something amazing.

Harrow's face twisted.

No matter how he moved, Toga made sure to not let his back leg too close towards his front. He didn't want to ruin his form and screw his meager gains. He wasn't aiming to push him anywhere; this was to send a message to Harrow. A message that said, you shouldn't view him as the same opponent as yesterday, or the day before.

Otherwise it won't turn out well.

Words were not needed. He could tell Harrow got the message. His face gave him the expression that the old man was now planning his next move. Another thing that was in Toga's expectations. He could no longer save face. So the only other thing he could do was to lift the kid in the air just like last time. After all, He still had the height advantage.

"I don't know what you did to amp yourself boy. But don't go taking me too lightly,"

Harrow stopped pushing and tried to lift Toga up with just the hands that were connected. His momentum immediately halted when it appeared neither Toga's body, nor even his hands would lift into the air.

He tried it again to no avail. Not only could he not push to the kid, but he also couldn't even lift him. Now his face displayed one of shock. This made Toga smirk even more. His plan had worked. Where their hands were connected, he made sure that his wrist were bearing downwards so that his hands had a higher vantage point. This effectively cut Harrow's base strength in half

Harrow struggled to get it up and kept failing in the process. He pulled one last time before Toga released all his strength and maneuvered himself right under Harrow.

He pulled the man over his shoulders and flipped him into the ground.

In all his life, Toga was physically the strongest person amongst his peers. He's never had to deal with anybody stronger than himself, and so never knew how to deal with it. So naturally, the only way he figured he could win, was to mimic the best guy in the class. Ryuma against him, won far more times than he'd like to admit. Each of those time, he could attribute it to his nimbleness and his ability to use his own force against him.

And that's what he did with Harrow.

He shifted his body to where he had him pinned down with his head between his arms. "Yield!" Toga demanded. All their muscles strained with the force of the others hold.

"You think I'd yield to this!?" Harrow used his lower body to break free of the bondage.

Toga rolled off him instantly distancing himself. Just as he thought. This guy was strong all around. He needed a position that would compromise his whole body, not just a part of it.

Harrow didn't give him time to think. He attacked with a drop kick. Toga dodged and it resulted in the floor breaking from impact. He kicked the broken pieces of the ground towards Toga, who drew back his fist and punched it. It shattered into mere rocks leaving him undamaged.

Having used that as a distraction to get close, Harrow closed the distance back up and was immediately upon him. He repeatedly grabbed at the boy's arm.

Toga kept moving it out of the way. He was no fool. If he caught a grip, he'd never get the guy to let go. With every swing of Harrows arms, Toga would either move his own out of the way or use them to deflect off target.

Suddenly, Harrow crouched down, and jumped forward face first. A move Toga wasn't expecting for him to pull off so quickly given his physique.

Instead of coming for his arms however, he was aimed at his whole body. All in one fell move, he grabbed the lower half of Toga's body, and flipped him high into the air again

{Holy Shit! His Meteor Bomb!}

Last time he was hit by that move, he was bedded an entire day. Not to mention this move hurts like fucking hell.

His whole body kept back flipping making it hard to tell up from down, but he knew was to come next. Harrow would jump up, grab him by the waist, then it'll be over for him.

As he kept flipping, he saw Harrow flying up closer towards him. He threw out his hands and grabbed him, halting his own momentum, and turning around his grab. He maneuvered himself around to where he had his arms locked from behind. He twisted his entire body so that when they fell, they'd begun spinning.

The velocity of the spin kept Harrow from retaliating, resulting in them crashing into the ground with a heavy booming sound. Like last time, dust covered the two combatants, blinding everybody from seeing what was going on. They knew one thing. There was no sound of movement, or sign that the match had continued.

It was likely, that this match was over.