Season 4

Chapter 9

"What happened at the go-karting arena was an embarrassment!" Kreese bellowed at the Cobras later that day. "What a joke! What the hell happened? Keene? What's your excuse?"

Robby looked down in shame.

"No excuses, sensei. Diaz bested us." Robby murmured, blushing furiously. Diaz alone had humiliated 6 Cobra Kai members. Kreese sighed and took out a cigar from his pocket, as well as his cigar cutter, and started cutting it.

"Seems like Diaz has been causing you guys quite a bit of trouble, huh?" Kreese remarked. "Why do you think we're competing in this All-Valley?"

"I'm sorry, what, sensei?" Tory asked, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, why did we agree to the bet with Miyagi-do in the first place? It's not like we agreed to a peace treaty up until the tournament so if we wanted to beat up Miyagi-Do, we can do it whenever we want. It would be a lot faster. So why are we risking this dojo to fight in a tournament, where most decisions are out of our control? Keene?"

Robby didn't know. He had no answer.

"Nichols?"

Tory didn't know either.

"Kyler?"

No answer.

"Well..." Kreese continued. "Because every good story has two sides. But in this story, we are so superior to Miyagi-Do that there aren't two sides anymore. So we had to inject them with something... hope. A little hope is good. It livens the rivalry up a little. But a lot of hope... a lot of hope is dangerous. That's when they start to become a threat."

"So what should we do, sensei?" Robby asked. Kreese grinned, maliciously.

"Well, in 'Nam, when we experienced a threat, there was only one thing to do: you eliminate the threat..."

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"Where should we go for dinner?" Chris asked the group, a couple of days later. They had just finished a long, three hour training session and they were all ravenous.

"Sushi?" Demitri suggested.

"Nah, I had sushi last night." Sam said.

"Italian?" Hawk suggested.

"Nah, I had Italian for lunch." Mitch said.

"Chinese?" Sam suggested.

"Nah, I don't like chinese." Hawk said.

"Indian?" Chris suggested.

"I just said I don't like chinese." Hawk said, rather dumbly. Everyone looked at him, confused.

"Um... indian isn't chinese." Sam pointed out. Hawk shrugged.

"Weird meats. Funny music. Side of rice. Why are we splitting hairs?" Hawk remarked, EXTREMELY politically incorrectly. Man, that kid had more in common with Johnny than even Miguel did.

"Mexican?" Demitri suggested.

"I just said I don't like chinese!" Hawk exclaimed. Everyone put their heads in their hands in frustration.

"Hey, where the hell's Miguel at?" Mitch asked. Everyone nodded and turned to Sam in confusion. Miguel had rushed off immediately, not staying and hanging out like the rest of the group.

"Oh, he has an evening job to help pay the debt from his back surgery." Sam replied.

"I thought we paid for that. We had that whole car wash and everything." Demitri remarked. Sam nodded and glared at Hawk.