Fight Club Toji

The crowd roars like a pack of starving animals as Toji slams his opponent into the ground for the final time. The referee doesn’t even bother with the count, one look at the fighter and he waves the match. The crowd chants Toji's name and money exchanged hands. But Toji doesn’t bask in any of it. He just steps out of the cage rolling his shoulders like he hasn’t just rearranged a man’s skeletal structure. He grabs a towel from a table, wipes his knuckles, and mutters under his breath “Pathetic. Should’ve lasted longer.” When he finally lifts his gaze, his eyes narrow.

“Great,” he grunts, “what do you want?”