Dedicated to @AbbyWatson4 and @Robby2Keene

"This has to be one of my greatest ideas yet!" Thought Terry proudly as he watched his students training.

They were separated into three straight rows, Mike Barnes standing close by so he could correct any misplacement of foot and or hand. His top students (such as Kenny) were positioned at the front of the class and the newbies were at the back. This form had become an expected routine for the dojo because it gave all of them incentive to work harder, to be better.

To think, there was a time when Cobra Kai only consisted of merely one student.

"Attention, class!" announced Terry, clapping his hands together loudly.

The students quickly stopped sparring, taking extra care to listen to their Sensei's every word. Mike just rolled his eyes in annoyance at the interruption that Terry caused.

"I have been closely watching all of your progress over the last three months and I must say, a fine well done to you all," started Terry, graciously.

"Thank you, Sensei!"

"And as payment for your hard work, I'd like to invite you all to a nice dinner at the Encino Oaks Country Club."

All the students cheered excitedly, immediately turning to one another to discuss either what they'd wear or to brag about his compliments.

Mike walked past the eager crowd of students, locking eyes with Terry.

"So what, you're rewarding them for being good "little boys and girls now?" he questioned, condescendingly.

His hair was ruffled in several places and his expression wore one of a tired man.

Ah, fatherly troubles, I suppose.

"There's no harm in letting the kids have a little fun, is there? Especially, when they've earned it," answered Terry, smiling widely.

He was truly enjoying watching Mike's tantrum over such an insignificant detail in his grand plan.

"Maybe, but we're supposed to be training them for something bigger, remember?" argued Mike, his tone growing harsher.

"And we're merely taking a little break," reasoned Terry, throwing his arm around Mike's shoulder, kindly.

His shoulders were rigid and unwelcoming, though Terry didn't much care about Mike's feelings on the subject.

There's a reason I'm the one in charge, Mr. Barnes.

"Plus, it never hurts to remind others what they're fighting for," added Terry, knowingly.

Mike's face became expressionless for several seconds.

"Whatever, as long as you know what you're getting us into," stated Mike, rolling his eyes one last time before heading off into one of the back offices.

Terry had generously installed three offices in the back of the dojo. One was a decently sized room dedicated mostly to a weight-lifting station and a packed beer cooler (which was, of course, Mike's room). The second stood only slightly smaller than the first and was decorated very similarly to that of a celebrity athlete's dressing room. It was specially built for Cobra Kai's new program of young senseis which currently consisted of Tory Nichols and Robby Keene.

Or at least it was, until Mr. Keene decided to suddenly "disappear" after the tournament.

But this was only a small inconvenience for Terry, because he knew exactly where to find him, thanks to Mike Barnes' information from Mexico.

By far, the third room was the most glorious of the offices. Its width was about the same size as a mansion's bedroom, only it was outfitted with even nicer furniture, including a fine marble desk and a tall, flowing, water fountain.

I could spend the whole day marveling over the reward of my recent successes but, who has the time to count that high?

Almost the second that the rest of his students had emptied from the dojo, a stout man with a broken arm walked in. He smelled of cheap cologne and barbecue wings, both of which were not in the least bit to Terry's pleasure. His spiky hair pointed in every direction and his long goatee was tied in the pattern of a snake's tail. In his left hand, he held a black duffle bag that sported a large red cobra and in his right, a bag of cheddar cheese chips.

My star witness arrives.

"Welcome back, Mr. Porter," stated Terry, cordially.

"Glad to be back, Sensei. And thanks for all the cool merch," responded Stingray, excitedly.

Despite his out of shape body, Stingray had more enthusiasm than more than half of Terry's students combined.

"It was my pleasure," insisted Terry, gesturing for Stingray to follow him into his office.

Stingray carelessly dropped his heavy bag down on the matted floor before following Terry.

I can only imagine how much of a slob he is at home.

They took seats on opposite sides of the polished desk where a single page document lay.

"Did they treat you well at the hospital?" inquired Terry, leaning back in his chair comfortably, his hands folded together.

"Oh, yeah, it was good," answered Stingray, quietly.

Oh, there's no need to be afraid of me, Mr. Porter.

"There was this one hot nurse, she definitely was digging my beard," added Stingray, confidently stroking his chin.

"Good, I felt so bad about having to hurt you, I just knew it was the only way to remove John from the picture, " explained Terry, remorsefully.

For a split second, his eyes seemed to dart towards the framed photograph hanging on the wall opposite the window. It was of his battalion in the Vietnam war, more specifically, Kreese. He wasn't feeling guilt for his acts of treachery like one might think when you'd betrayed your best friend though, he was feeling pity towards Kreese's ignorance.

I tried warning Johnny that he was going down the wrong path, but unfortunately, he didn't listen.

Terry snapped his attention back to his guest, taking extra care to examine his expression on the subject for one thought of distrust would complicate his plan.

"I understand, Sensei. You were just doing what you thought was best," replied Stingray, shifting uncomfortably.

Terry was not in the least bit pleased by this response, though he showed little signs of his displeasure, for he was a much better liar than the other man.

"Well, that's good to hear! Now, onto more important business," continued Terry as he slid the thin piece of paper towards Stingray.

"I'm not very comfortable with the whole paperwork thing, at least, after my friend, Jerry, tricked me into selling my pool."

Why must I always talk to such fools?

"There's no need to worry, it's merely just a legal courtesy," reassured Terry, calmly.

Stingray laughed loudly before looking down at the paper. Terry followed Stingray's gaze as he read over the words stated before him. He wasn't a hard man to read, especially for Terry who'd been friends with Kreese for so long.

He'll sign it if he knows what's best for him.

As soon as he was done reading, Stingray stuffed a few more chips in his mouth, thoughtfully.

"This seems nice and all, but do I really need to testify against Sensei Kreese?" asked Stingray, skeptically.

Terry smiled sympathetically.

"I of all people know how hard it will be to do, but if we're going to move past this incident, you will have to," said Terry, annoyance carrying in his voice.

Stingray stuffed a few more chips in his mouth, taking extra care to chew each chip to the very last bite.

Stop stalling for time.

"Okay, I'll do it, Sensei," answered Stingray, determinedly.

At least he knows how to make the tough calls.

Stingray quickly grabbed a black ink pen from a cup and scribbled his name across the dotted line. Terry smiled thankfully before shaking hands with him.

"I think this will be the start of a very profitable friendship."