𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 {𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙨}

𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙮 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙄𝙄

Johnny couldn't believe his eyes.

Kreese, the man who had shaped his life for better and worse, stood in front of him like a ghost from his past. For years, Johnny had thought Kreese was dead. Until Michael admitted the truth.

Maybe a part of him had hoped it was true.

"You know," Johnny growled, narrowing his eyes at the older man, "I thought you were dead."

Kreese's face broke into a grin, calm and collected as ever. "You ain't the only one, kid. It's good to see you."

Without warning, Johnny launched himself at Kreese, fists flying in a storm of rage. He swung a hard right, but Kreese sidestepped effortlessly, countering with a swift elbow that struck Johnny's ribs. They scuffled, crashing into the shelves of the dojo.

"Still got that hot temper, huh?" Kreese taunted, a smirk curling his lips. "But I like that. I like that."

Johnny shoved Kreese back, panting. "Shut up."

Kreese chuckled, circling around Johnny. "I bet that's why your student is the champion now. They fight like you did. Like I trained you. And my grandson."

At the mention of Zeke, Johnny's blood boiled. He swung again, but Kreese caught his wrist, twisting it painfully before Johnny broke free with a hard elbow to Kreese's face.

"You forgot," Kreese said, barely fazed by the blow, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I taught you everything you know."

Johnny wiped the sweat from his brow, glaring. "Not everything."

Kreese nodded, impressed. "Not bad, Mr. Lawrence. Not bad. But look, I don't want to fight."

"Yeah?" Johnny spat, his fists still clenched. "About what? How you taught me to fight dirty? How you broke my second-place trophy? How you tried to kill me?"

Kreese gave a small laugh and shook his head. "I never tried to kill you, Johnny."

Fueled by years of pent-up rage, Johnny lunged at Kreese again, locking him in a tight headlock. But in the process, the cigar Kreese had been smoking earlier slipped from his grip and fell into a nearby trash can, the embers igniting the paper inside.

"Go to hell, you son of a..." Johnny hissed, tightening the hold, rage blinding him.

But suddenly, he hesitated. All the memories came rushing back—the fear, the pain, the twisted loyalty he'd once felt toward this man. He froze, his grip loosening just for a second.

Kreese sensed Johnny's momentary weakness and capitalized on it. "Showing mercy to an old man, huh? That's very honorable."

And with a sudden, brutal motion, Kreese broke free, twisting out of the headlock before sweeping Johnny's leg, sending him crashing to the floor. "And stupid."

As Johnny hit the ground, a crackling sound grew louder—the fire from the trash can had spread. Flames danced up the wall, licking the edges of the Cobra Kai posters. The dojo was quickly filling with smoke. The smoke alarm blared, and water began to spray from the ceiling.

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At a local restaurant, the Cobra Kai gang was celebrating Miguel's All Valley Championship victory. The energy was high, laughter echoing through the place, as Aisha, Hawk, Moon, and Demetri gathered at one table. But at a separate booth in the back, Zeke sat with Miguel, trying to lift his friend's spirits.

Miguel, however, was staring blankly at his phone. "She blocked me, man," he muttered, scrolling through his messages.

Zeke leaned back in his chair, trying to seem nonchalant. "Who cares? She's probably out with that guy." He didn't bother sugarcoating it—and it was time Miguel accepted it.