𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖚𝖒, cobra kai.

chapter one - THE MINIMART BRAWL.

. . . THE ONLY THING THAT OPHELIA JUNE WANTED TO DO AT THIS VERY MOMENT, WAS TO GRAB A GLAZED DONUT FROM THE MINI-MART, and eat it in her car, then go to sleep. She was absolutely exhausted beyond belief after a 12-hour day at work.

But as soon as the woman walked out of the MiniMart, some racist asshole walking out a few moments after her, she settled on the curb/sidewalk, making sure she was sitting far away from the homeless woman who told Blonde Racist Dude behind her to not 'hustle at her mart'. Ophelia stifled back a laugh as she witnessed this moment.

Ophelia had no idea how to put her finger onto it, but the Blonde Racist Dude was really fucking familiar. She was lost in thought, trying to figure out who he was, before she was brought out of her thoughts by a loud noise.

She looked towards the noise, her dark blonde hair slightly shagging over her eyes as she bit down on her donut, only to see a scrawny nerdy-looking teenage boy being helplessly thrown onto the hood of an extremely nice but old looking red sports car of some sort.

Ophelia frowned, looking at the laughing bullies. But before she could stand up to defend the boy, Blonde Racist Dude was already standing up, defensiveness in his stance as he cautiously walked towards the bullies and the other boy who for some reason was drenched head-to-toe in Pepto Bismol.

The woman inwardly cringed. Poor kid, she thought, How the fuck did I not hear them drenching him in that shit?

"Hey!" Blonde Dude shouted, making Ophelia flinch a bit at how loud he shouted, "Watch the car, man!"

"Who's this dude?" one of the bullies chortled out, all of their attention now averted to the bearded blonde man.

"Just leave the dork alone, okay?" Blonde Dude scoffed out.

"See this guy?" another bully guffawed at the man, pointing at him as they all began to circle around the man. "Eating his dinner at the Mini-Mart like a bum?"

All of the bullies laugh mockingly at the totally unfunny comment. This comment made Ophelia look at herself with a slight frown as she finished her donut, licking the glazed residue off of her fingers before standing up, walking into the conflict as well.

"You heard him, idiots," Ophelia called out, walking up with her hands on her hips. Everyone's attention was now on her. "Leave the dork alone. You want the cops to arrest you for assault?"

"That fucker started it," the main ring-leader bully pointed over to the brace-faced nerdy boy who was still standing tense against the red sportscar.

Ophelia scoffed at the immature claim. "I don't care, it just shows how mature you all really are for picking at fight four against one at a fucking MiniMart, as well as pouring goddamn Pepto-Bismol all over the poor kid," she stated, crossing her arms sternly. "Now why don't you all get the fuck out of here before I call the fucking police, assholes?"

"Ooh, feisty." the main bully began to saunter up to her, a sly smirk on his face as he looked her up and down. "I like 'em feisty."

"Don't step any closer, or else my feisty foot will kick you right where the sun don't shine," the woman warned him firmly, glaring daggers at him. "Besides, isn't it past your bedtime already?"

Blonde Dude chuckled at her boldness. He himself knew she was familiar as well, but he was too focused on the situation at hand to try and reach into his foggy brain to even try to remember who she was.

Another bully in the back spoke up a few moments later, pointing at the blonde bearded man. "Wait, I think I know this guy!" he exclaimed to the other bullies, a mean smirk spreading across his face. "I think he's the one who cleans out my dad's septic tank!"

Laughter exploded from all of the bullies' mouths. One with curly hair even went as far to say, "No wonder he smells like shit!" He made it worse by fanning his nose.

Blonde Man was now past fuming.

He stepped more towards the bullies, fists clenched at his sides. "Alright, don't do this — you're messing with the wrong dude on the wrong night." His chest was now puffed out defensively.

"Oh really?" The ringleader then harshly shoved Blonde Man by the chest as he laughed mockingly. "Get the hell outta here!"

Ophelia frowned as she watched the poor man begin to look defeated and back down. But before she could step in and defend him now, the man had thrown a kick straight to the bully's face. And before Ophelia could even process the impressive kick, all of the bullies started attacking Blonde Man, and one even tried to throw a punch on her.

But somehow, from somewhere deep inside of the woman, she effortlessly blocked the hard punch, throwing one into the kid's gut almost instinctively, knocking the guy straight to the ground. After she did this, she stood still for a few moments, shock coursing through her veins.

How did she just do that? She hadn't used her karate skills in over 25 years until now.

But, before she could get lost into her thoughts even more, the bully was back up on his feet somehow, ready to fully rumble. He kicked at her shins, but she blocked it by sweeping his legs and kicking him in his balls. With a final groan, the bully's head collapsed on the ground beneath him and he was out.

She eyed the Blonde Man, who was fighting the rest of the bullies off fairly well. She was very impressed — but then, it dawned on her.

The Blonde Man was Johnny Lawrence, from High School!

And although they had their vast differences and conflicts in the past, she found herself yelling out to him. "You need any help, Johnny Lawrence?"

From her words, Johnny momentarily looked over, looking absolutely puzzled, but he still kept on blocking and throwing punches at the bullies. He knew now was not the time to ask this strange karate woman questions about how she knew who he was.

"Um, you take one, I take two?" he shouted out, and Ophelia nodded before walking up to one of the bullies attacking Johnny.

"Excuse me?" the dark blonde haired woman mockingly batted her eyes at one of the teenagers, who stopped attacking to turn around and look at her, smirking.

"Well, hello there—" his sentence was instantly cut off with a sharp jab to his jaw, and then his gut. He was down and out in an instant.

Ophelia was grinning victoriously, wiping off the non-existent dirt off her hands. "That felt nice," she laughed to herself. Then, she noticed that Johnny was on the verge of getting his ass handed to him, so she decided to step in once again, taking on the main ringleader once again.

She snuck up behind the teen, and then kicked the back of his knees so that his legs momentarily gave out and he dropped to the floor. She threw in a little soft kick to the boy's ribs for good measure — she thought he deserved it, judging by the way he was talking to the poor nerd from earlier.

Ophelia was relieved to see that Johnny had taken care of the other boy behind her. But before she could say something to ease the confused expression that came across Johnny's face, red and blue lights blinded her vision as loud sirens rang through her ears.

And suddenly, before she could butt in, the policemen were pepper-spraying Johnny Lawrence, handcuffing him.