Oops I forgot the standard disclaimer, I don't own any of the characters and am writing this for mere amusement.
Tommy had expected La Russo and Bobby to swap a few punches and kicks with points alternating between the two before Bobby emerged victorious. The only possible complication was that Bobby still owed Daniel for the incident at the soccer trial but since the events of the Halloween dance Tommy was pretty certain the match would be fierce but clean. He wished he could impart some of his own sneakiness to Bobby, preferably over a warm beer; he was the kind of guy the others could rely on for low-down dirty tricks having once loosened the fuel cap on a competitor's machine before a dirtbike race.
Well he was half right, it was fierce.
Bobby had edged forward, dominating the mat as their Sensei had taught them. Tommy thought Bobby would probably attempt to work on La Russo's previous in the style of his wrestling heroes The Minnesota Wrecking Crew but what happened next had shocked everyone in the arena...
Except one.
Before the worm could do much more than slither forward a few inches Bobby had gone airborne but rather than follow the example of the vanquished Vidal he had brought his right foot down hard onto Daniel's left leg. Tommy knew this had been Kreese's influence at work but was surprised that Bobby had gone along with it given his attempt to stop the Halloween beating. The ensuing events made much more sense. Bobby had rushed over and insisted he hadn't meant what had happened and Tommy actually believed him. In a sudden flash of his usual character he'd also thought "Why didn't Sensei ask me or Dutch to cripple La Russo in the earlier rounds?"
Kreese had really dropped the ball tactically and was now clapping as La Russo was carried from the ring in an attempt to throw off any suspicion. Tommy felt his face betray his confusion as he looked towards his Sensei. He saw Johnny with a similarly puzzled look.
Time passed. The arena had descended into the usual hubbub of conversation but the topic amongst the lesser Cobras was simple. How had La Russo gotten so good so quickly? Tommy had guessed that there was a new training method but he couldn't quite put his finger on how it had been delivered. Sure all the guys had gotten in their favourite moves but in standard exchanges La Russo had been their equal. It was almost as if Miyagi had given him a no frills technique but hammered every basic move into him so well that his muscles remembered everything without consulting his brain. He recalled a history class on the American Plains Indians stressing white victory due to quality of their weapons over the redskins sheer numbers (he'd fallen asleep for how the Indians got the horse).
Has it been 15 minutes yet?