Despite his initial reluctance John Kreese took to army life better than anything he had ever done. He flew through basic training. His strength, stamina and aggression made him one of the top recruits. Also due to his time in the Cobras he already knew how to use a gun. After basic training he took part in a number of missions in Vietnam. He killed a number of enemies not with weapons but with his bare hands. His Karate was more lethal than any firearm. Also during that time he met up with a Korean master and spent a lot of time training with him. The master taught a lot kicking techniques and how to get more power and snap into his kicks. Kreese enjoyed having a sensei again since he hadn't had one since he'd shot Lung through the head. After a few years Kreese gained the rank of captain. One day he was assigned a new mission and was sent to a local military base to lead a new unit of soldiers into battle.
He arrived at the base early one morning and a young soldier went to greet him. Upon seeing him gave Kreese a salute.
"Corporal Thompson sir. Pleasure to meet you."
Kreese nodded and returned the salute.
"Thank you corporal. So what's the story around here?"
"We have about 20 new recruits fresh off basic training. 2 corporals including myself so that makes you the CO here Captain."
Kreese nods again.
"Okay fine let's have a look around then."
The Corporal shows him around. Eventually they get to the exercise ground where a group of soldiers had made a circle and were cheering and yelling.
"What's going on over there? You guys got cock fighting round here?" Kreese asks as they start to walk over.
"Yeah in a sense. Some of the guys like to take part in a few…sparring matches. The old CO didn't mind it but of course if it's an issue for you then it stops straight away captain."
"Nah all good. It's good for the troops to stay sharp with their skills. Lets see what these boys are made of."
Kreese walked over and moved into the front of the crowd and saw 2 young men fighting in the centre of the circle. Both men were shirtless and had good muscular figures and were fighting hard eventually the fight ended up on the ground and one of them secured a choke on the other and the guy had no choice but to tap and he released the choke. Once done Kreese stepped into the centre and yelled out.
"ATTENTION"
All troops stopped cheering and stood to attention.
"These little fights you boy are having. It's good work but I'm very disappointed in what I saw in that last match. You boy what's your name?"
Kreese asked the guy who won the match.
"Jones sir, Private Jones."
"Well everyone jones here may have won that little match but guess what. If we were out in nam in the field he'd be dead. You know why? He was choking that punk but let him go when he tapped his hand. That's bullshit you gonna do that in a real fight? You let a choke go in the field you get a knife in the guts and I have to go tell your family that your dead because you were to weak. Now I don't want you lot killing each other in here. But choking someone out isn't going to kill them. You want to fight like this. I want to see real fighting. You got that ladies?
"YES SIR." They all roared.
"Good. This is war and in war there is no mercy. Right then lets have a little game in here. Last man standing. Winner stays on. I will start in the ring and here's the twist. If anyone beats me they get this."
He removes his captains badge from his uniform and drops it on the floor.
"So who's first?"
Jones steps up first. Feeling pretty good over his last win. Kreese nods and they begin to fight each other.
Jones rushes in with a basic attack. Kreese worked out quick the kid was a boxer as he kept flicking out the jab at him. Best way to beat a boxer. Kick his legs. Kreese fired a roundhouse straight into Jones leg. The force sent him crashing onto the dirt. Kreese jumped onto him and punched him 3 times in the face forcing him to roll onto his stomach to try and escape the blows. When he did that Kreese got him in the same choke Jones had previously used. Jones tried to tap but Kreese just whispered in his ear.
"No mercy"
He held on until he went unconscious. Once he was out he let go and signalled for a couple of men to carry him out the ring.
"Next"
Another guy steps in and takes the same boxing stance Jones had but this time he blocked Kreeses kick attack so he obviously had more training. Kreese blocked a hook punch and sent a right palm strike straight onto his nose knocking him back. Kreese used his dazed state to kick him with a front kick to the groin and then threw an elbow to the head which knocked him clean out.
The next fight was more of the same but this one was obviously more scared to fight now and was very hesitant. Kreese finished him quick when he threw a lazy jab and Kreese countered with a parry with his left hand that went across Kreeses body then followed using the same hand to deliver a side hammer fist into his jaw and followed with a right cross which knocked him out.
Kreese easily dispatched everyone who challenged him until the last challenger stepped up. Kreese nearly laughed. The guy was easily the youngest and smallest. He was very skinny and had short jet black hair. But as soon as the fight started the kid attacked with punches and kicks there was no skill to the kicks but he was aggressive. Kreese countered all of the attacks and then grabbed his shoulder and threw 2 knees into his stomach and followed by a knee to the head. The boy went down. Kreese expected it to be over but the kid got to his knees slowly. Kreese smirked and walked over to finish him off but as he got close the kid punched Kreese square in the groin and jumped up and punched him square on the jaw. Neither shot hurt him to bad but he moved back surprised. The kid was glaring and had fire in his eyes.
"No mercy captain."
Kreese smirked and moved in and side kicked him in the chest then followed it with a roundhouse kick to the head and as the kid was stumbling back threw a spinning back kick into his stomach. The kid was nearly thrown out the ring from the force of the shots. Kreese smirked and turned to walk off but sensed something and glanced round and saw he was already back up in a fighting position. Kreese laughed.
"You're a stubborn little bastard aren't you? Not very smart though boy."
"In the field if I get dropped down and I stay on the floor I'm dead. At least if I'm on my feet I have a chance to survive."
Kreese smirks at the comment.
"Okay then."
The kids runs at Kreese again throwing sloppy punches. Kreese dodges them all and then returns with an elbow right onto his eye. Then hits with a palm strike onto his nose then head butts him twice. The kid fell forward and clinched up with Kreese. Kreese kneed him 3 times in the groin and the kid responded by sticking his fingers in Kreeses eye. Kreese yells out but then throws him over his shoulder and the kids lands hard in the dirt. Kreese mounts him and punches him about 10 times in the head full power then gets off him. Kreese had to hide an exasperated sigh when the kid still tries to get up. Kreese shakes his head and boots him hard in the stomach then again the head sending him down. Kreese steps back now. Afraid he'd killed the kid. But like clockwork the guy staggered up. Jesus Christ this son of a bitch can take a shot. Kreese thought to himself. The kids face was a bloody mess and his eyes were totally out of it but had his hands up ready to go.
Kreese shakes his head and steps back.
"That's enough boy. We could do this all day you won't beat me you'll just keep taking a pounding until I put you down so hard you won't ever get up. Now fall in"
"Yes Sir."
The kid nods and steps back in line like he was totally fine. Kreese walks off with the corporal.
"Who was that kid?"
"I don't know his name. He just joined us yesterday. I haven't had a chance to read his file but he doesn't look like much."
"And yet he lasted the longest against me. He's the only one who landed a punch on me."
"Yeah but to be fair Captain it was a cheap shot."
"There are no cheap shots in fighting Corporal. He took advantage of the situation. I expect nothing less from my unit."
The next morning Kreese was up early for a run around the base. He passed the exercise ground and saw a smaller group of soldiers than yesterday in a circle. Obviously they wanted to get some rounds in early. Kreese walked over and couldn't believe it when he saw the kid from yesterday in the centre fighting. He was holding his own but still taking a beating. Kreese just left them to it.
There was no training that day as Kreese was to take them on a mission that night so they had the day to rest. Kreese was doing a check-up of the base and was inspecting the gym. When he heard someone hitting the heavy bag and walked over and couldn't believe it when he saw the same kid hitting it.
"Hey boy."
He quickly stopped and stood to attention.
"Yeah yeah at ease."
The kid relaxed.
"Don't you ever stop. Or do you just getting hurt?"
The boy shrugged.
"You may have seen I need the extra work captain."
Kreese nods.
"Skill wise and strength wise sure. But from what I've seen there's no tougher son of a bitch here than you. What's your story?"
The kid sighs.
"I grew up in a rich family who didn't give a shit what I did. I used that money and got into some bad stuff. I was selling drugs and sometimes pissed people off so I had to fight a lot. Ended up I made to many enemies I couldn't stay at home so I took all the money I could and tried to set up my own private team but it didn't work out so I had to fight for myself. I learnt some Karate and boxing out some books and it helped a bit but wherever I went they found me."
"And that's why you joined up?"
"Yeah I figured they wouldn't find me in Vietnam and if they did at least I'd know how to kill and have some tough guys to back me up."
Kreese nods.
"Well I tell you what. You have the eyes of a Cobra. You probably don't know what that means but I have never met anyone with that much determination. Now your skill is garbage but with my help I can make you a killer. You'll be a fully lethal weapon. Do you want me to train you?"
"Yes sir." He says very quickly.
"Well then what's your name boy?"
"Silver sir. Private Terry Silver."
"Well then Terry Silver. Lets make you a Cobra."
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