The construction workers unveiled the logo outside the building. John Kreese laid his eyes on the menacing black-and-yellow cobra, fangs bared and prepared to strike. A tight-lipped smile spread over his mouth. It was everything he expected it would be, and more. A symbol of strength, cunning, deadliness.
Cobra Kai. His legacy. The place where he would shape young men into the soldiers America needed here at home. Men who wouldn't retreat. Men who would fight, who'd show no mercy.
Winners. That's what he would make.
This time, losing wasn't an option.
There would be no losers in this dojo.
