The Karate Boys
Disclaimer: I do not own any Karate Kid or Cobra Kai characters. . This story is purely written for fun, not for any kind of profit.
Hello friends. I am back with another chapter. I hope you will like it. This chapter is from the point of view of our all time favourite character. Enjoy!
Chapter 7
Johnny Lawrence POV
It seems like all the bad things in the world are happening to me. A week ago, Ali and I had some argument with some petty issue. Then she broke up with me. Now this morning, I just had another argument with Sid again. My mind is now going totally insane. The thought of giving a roundhouse kick to his face crossed my mind, only in mind, because my mom will be sad if I have done this. I took out my dirt bike and went to the one place where I know that I can find some solace. The Cobra Kai dojo.
I entered the dojo and saw a new kid. He was probably a year older than me. Dressing in a white gi, he was punching a bag. His punches were powerful, hard, and strong, just like a cobra. He was alone there, in the empty dojo. I was looking at him, admiring his moves. That kid had some skill.
He landed a perfect roundhouse kick in the bag, and then his gaze fell on me. In a second, I saw his expression changing from shock to disbelief, and then his expression turned normal. His face had Latin features, with black eyes and hair.
"Hello.", He bowed to me," You must be Johnny Lawrence."
"Do I know you?" I asked him, after returning his bow.
"My name is Diaz. Miguel Diaz.", the boy said, trying to imitate James Bond. Then I saw sensei Kreese walking into the dojo, his hands were full of shopping bags.
"Ah, Mr Lawrence, I see that you have met Mr Diaz. His mother is my friend. She has to go abroad for a job. So Miguel is living with me." He said, and then went to his office. I went to the locker room and changed into my gi.
Miguel was again punching the bag when I walked to him.
"Diaz, want to spar with me?"
He agreed with a smile. In a moment, we were on the mat, facing each other, and then the fight started.
Diaz threw a punch, I blocked that, then again, he ducked my kick, and threw a lower kick, which I jumped over, but in that moment, he stood up, and threw a left hand punch, which hit directly in my shoulder. Man, he was really strong, I had to admit that. That punch was so hard; it nearly knocked me on the floor. I somehow gained the balance and again achieved a fighting position. Diaz was looking at me, with concern in his eyes.
"Are you alright?" he asked me.
"Never better." I gave him a smile, "now come on".
This time, a well timed kick from me landed on his face, knocking him on the floor, but in a second, he sprang from the floor and kicked me hard in my thigh. The kick was so hard, that I fell down on the floor. Diaz held his hand to me, which I take gladly.
"Want to try again?", he said.
"Hell yeah!"
This time, both of us were more careful. But in a minute, a kick from Diaz landed on my hand, followed by a cobra bite in the chin and I found myself again on the floor.
"Are you ok man?", Diaz helped me standing up, "You're not hurt much, are you?", He asked in a shaking voice, genuine concern was radiating from him.
"I am fine man. You got some skills, though.", I cleaned the drop of blood coming from my lips. Then we both looked at our surroundings with shock. We were so deeply concentrated in the fight, that we totally failed to see the empty dojo became full with students. My best friends were also there. They all were looking at us with awe. Then the dojo filled with clapping sound.
"Both of you, you did well. But Johnny, sometimes in the fight, you are not concentrating hard. Miguel used the gaps given by you. In a fight, if you are not concentrating enough, then you are dead meat. Understand?" Sensei Kreese said from the crowd.
"Yes, sensei!", the whole dojo shouted loudly.
"Fear does not exist in this dojo, does it?" shouted Kreese.
"No sensei!"
"Pain does not exist in this dojo, does it?"
"No sensei!"
"Defeat does not exist in this dojo, does it?"
"No sensei!"
"What do we learn here?"
"Strike first, strike hard, no mercy sir!"
"Class. Fall in!"
After training, I saw Diaz in the locker room. He was standing in a corner, putting his gi in a bag. I went to him, with my friends following me.
"Hello again, Diaz. Let me introduce you to my friends, this is Bobby Brown, this is Tommy, this is Jimmy and this is Dutch."
"Hello everybody. I am Miguel Diaz.", he bowed politely.
"You got some skills man.", Bobby said, slapping his back.
"Thank you, Bobby. You are also good. So are all of you."
"We heard about your mom, but what about your dad." Tommy asked him. The question made Diaz lose her smile.
"I never really know my dad. My mom left him before my birth. She only told about him that he was a very bad person." His eyes were becoming moist now.
"He was not a coke...ouch! Jimmy, why did you do that?" it was Dutch, who stopped mid sentence because Jimmy smacked him hard on his head.
"You always say the wrong thing in the wrong time. This was for your brain to function properly." Jimmy said, in his strong, determined voice.
Diaz was looking at Jimmy's face for sometimes, now he looked at me.
"See you later, guys. It's nice to meet you all." He went out from the locker.
"A nice boy, this Diaz fellow." Bobby said.
"And a good fighter too." Tommy said. Then he looked at me.
"He kicked your ass Johnny. Your competitor has arrived here."
"Well, I just have to train hard. The tournament is coming. I will win it again this year. Don't worry." I said.