TICKETS TO MY DOWNFALL, cobra kai [completed]

chapter eleven.

Fool for you — Zayn

THINGS WERE AS GOOD AS EVER AT COBRA Kai. Everyone was getting better and better at karate, Cynthia was getting closer to all her friends, and it seemed like Johnny was loosening up a bit. A bit, not a whole lot, and nobody was expecting a 180 from him anyways.

"Fighting positions." Johnny called out in a calm way, everyone shifting to the form they were supposed to be at.

Then it was time for the Lawrence man to inspect how well they were doing it. This part always scared Cyn, whenever the teacher would come by to check on her work. The man stopped by Hawk first, kicking him in the leg, the boys leg almost folded, practically making him cave.

"Stabilize your base, Hawk." Johnny assumed the same position as everyone else, punching forward. "Keep your balance. Full rotation when you strike."

"Yes, sensei." Hawk followed the same motion as the blonde man began to walk away. "Hiya!"

"How about you, mouth? Let me see how stable you are. Go ahead." He insisted, nodding his head.

"Hiya!" The girl yelled, punching forward harshly, a stone cold look in her eye.

"That's good for now." Johnny nodded slightly, almost impressed as he kept walking, Cyn didn't bother to look behind her, she never did. Quite frankly, what mattered during the lessons were her, and her only. "Holy shit, we've got a room full of flinchers."

"Yes, sensei!" Hawk yelled, still in fighting stance. It wasn't really the time but, the Sari girl just shrugged it off.

"That wasn't a question." Johnny started to walk back up to the front, looking around at all his students. "Raise your hand if you've never gotten punched in the face."

Cynthia stood still, her eyes still facing forward.

"Put your hands down." The blonde man called out. Cynthia had realized you need to treat the dojo like school, or else, you weren't going to get very far at all. "All your lives, you've been avoiding fights so you don't break your nose or lose a tooth. This concussion nonsense..."

"Concussions are real, sensei." Cynthia called out before lowering her voice to where he wouldn't here. "I'm sure you've suffered from plenty of them."

Johnny sent a slight glare her way before continuing on, "So, there is only one solution and that is, before you leave this dojo, each and every one of you is gonna take a punch, very hard, to the face. Robinson, Sari, line them up and unflinch this group."