For the next 6 months the boss took John Kreese out of doing the grunt work for the Cobras and instead spent all day training him. The training was crude and basic. He was made to be there at 5 in the morning and was sent on a 10 mile run. Then when that was completed he was forced to do 100 push ups on his knuckles, after that he was to pound the bosses heavy bag for an hour. This training wasn't about building technique it was about building aggression and strength.

The final part of Kreeses training every day was sparring. He was forced to fight with every member of the gang bare knuckle and full contact. At first John took a beating and was barely able to stand after the session was finished but by the end of the 6 months Kreese was the only one left standing. He had changed his mindset from getting through it to being the one who finishes it.

One day the boss calls Kreese into his office to talk to him.

"Well Kreese you've done very well, you've trained hard and have become very strong and I've put a lot of my time and effort into you boy so now its time for you to repay me"

Kreese said nothing and waited for him to continue.

"Theres a number of underground fight events that take place around the city. You are going to fight for me. You're a scrub amateur with no name so you won't be making big money yet but we get you enough fights and you win enough of them then we'll soon move you up the ladder for the big time fights."

Kreese nods, he wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea because while he enjoyed the training he wasn't sure yet if being a fighter was where he wanted his life to go. But he also knew that if he refused his life would go in a lot worse direction.

"Thank you for the opportunity boss I promise I won't let you down." Kreese says in a firm voice looking at the ground.

The boss nods as he lights up a cigar.

"I know you won't Johnny boy and if you do you won't have that regret for very long." He opens up his jacket revealing a silver revolver.

"Do we understand each other Mr. Kreese?."

"Yes Sir."

2 weeks later Kreese was in the arena for his first fight. It certainly wasn't the huge posh arenas he'd seen on TV in boxing matches. It was a small dark warehouse with a crappy boxing ring shoved in the middle. The crowd wasn't filed with celebrities. It was filled with small time hustlers and gang bangers. In all honesty the people in the crowd were more dangerous than the guys stepping in the ring.

Kreese was sitting in a makeshift locker room. Wearing a pair of black boxing trunks the boss had given him on the front was a large picture of a yellow cobra. Kreese shadow boxed a little to warm up. He had no corner men with him. He had been told he could have some friends work his corner but he believed it was a waste of time. He was the one fighting not those clowns so he'd do it alone. Eventually some rough looking guy in a wife beater walks into the room.

"Kreese from the Cobras? You're up next boy go get some."

Kreese just nods and gets to his feet and storms out the locker and walks to the ring with the venom of the cobra In his eyes. He knew his life depended on this fight in more ways than one with the most important being if he loses he'd get a bullet between his eyes.

Kreese climbs into the ring and looks across at his opponent. It was a heavy set guy who was around the same height as John but about 8 stone heavier. Some of it was muscle some was fat. There was no ring announcer to introduce the 2 kids fighting because frankly the crowd didn't give a shit about their names all they cared about was who'd kill the other first. There was also no referee since there were no rules to this match. The fight ends when the other can't stand up anymore.

A bell rings and the fight begins. Though Kreese had been training for 6 months he hadn't a lot about technique all he knew was aggression and power. Strike first strike hard was what the boss had drilled into day after day. So that's exactly what Kreese did he ran at his opponent swinging hook punches at his head. The opponent blocked a few on his forearms then swung a vicious haymaker at Kreeses head. Since Kreese had worked on nothing but attack he had no defensive skills so the punch lands cleanly on kreeses head sending flying across the ring.

Johns head was spinning like it never had before and he couldn't see straight but he knew he couldn't stop, he knew his opponent would be on him quick looking to finish the job.

Instead of scared Kreese was pissed. How dare this fat shit disrespect him and the Cobras he had confronted him now he is the enemy so now he suffers then he suffers some more. Kreese exploded off the ring and charged in with more punches but this time mixed them up to the body and the head. Soon his opponent began to tire and even though he had more technical skill and strength than Kreese, Kreese was in far better physical condition.

After a minute Kreeses knuckles were a mess and his hands were throbbing but he refused to slow down and eventually his opponent succumbs to the pressure and drops to the floor.

Kreese screams in triumph and raises his arms to the screaming crowd. He walks over to his opponent who was looking up at him with fear in his eyes. Kreese could've finished this guy off but he decides the guys had enough and turns his back and goes to leave the ring when suddenly he feels a throbbing pain in his ear and he was stumbling across the ring. He quickly turns and sees his opponent had risen and was looking to continue the fight. Now Kreese was extremely pissed. Not at his opponent but at himself he should've shown no mercy to this guy. Kreese steadies himself then his first ever kick. Not some flashy roundhouse kick he'd seen in the movies but just a plain old football kick straight in between the guys legs which bought him low. Kreese then follows up with 2 knees to the head which knock him down to the ground. But John didn't stop this time he followed him down and rained down vicious punches to the guys head then stood up and stomped on his head twice. He no saw he wasn't moving but kicked him one more time to be sure then stormed out the ring.

Kreese was sitting against the wall in his locker breathing heavily. The adrenaline finally catching up with him making feel tired as shit and the places he'd been hit hurt like crazy but at least he'd won.

The boss walks in laughing and clapping.

"damm son I think you damm near killed that killed good boy knew you had it in you like I said a natural Cobra."

Kreese nods and gives a faint smile.

"Thank you boss, it was awesome I can't wait to fight again and make you even more money and make the Cobras even more feared."

Kreese goes to stand up but suddenly the boss punches him hard in the stomach sending him crashing back to the floor. Kreese tried to say something but he could barely breathe as all the wind had been knocked out from him. He looks up at the boss expecting to see anger but he looked calm.

"You may have won the fight Kreese but you made a very rookie mistake which could've cost you everything. You lose focus in a fight and your dead meat boy. This isn't boxing this ain't no gentleman's sport or the noble art. This is fighting life and death. You leave a man still conscious in that he's still coming for you. Do you understand me lad?"

Kreese nods taking deep breaths to be able to talk again but the boss caries on.

"Now we'll say no about it because you won. If you'd lost they'd be cleaning your brains off this floor right now and I'd need to go buy some more bullets. But you won so what have you learnt today Mr. Kreese?"

Kreese moves himself into a sitting position then slowly stands up before standing up and responding.

"That mercy is for the weak sir here on the streets if someone faces you they are the enemy and deserve no mercy. "

The boss smirks and nods and folds his arms.

"Good boy. So next time you get in this ring what're you going to do how're you gonna fight?"

Kreese doesn't even take a second to think before he responds.

"With no mercy."

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. This story will show all of Kreeses life through the army up to opening up the Cobra Kai dojo. I'll probably end it just before the first Karate Kid but I have got an idea for a chapter being set during the Cobra Kai series which will serve as an epilogue. Please review and tell me what you think.