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It was after class the next day when Robby was called over, into the backroom, by Kreese. “Did you work on the tornado kick, Robby?” Kreese asked him.
Robby didn’t know what else to do, so he lied. “Of course.”
Silver came in and closed the door. Kreese grabbed the taser again as he said, “Show me.”
Robby looked at the machine in fear. If he was being honest, his muscles were still tense from yesterday’s go with the taser. “That won’t be necessary,” Robby said, pointing at the taser.
“We will decide what’s necessary and what is not, Mr. Keene,” Silver said.
“I just think that we should really put the taser away,” Robby said. He was doing everything that he could to avoid getting tasered again.
“You better stop talking, Robby and just do the damn tornado kick,” Kreese said.
“I just don’t think we need it…” Robby was cut off by the electricity coursing through his body.
“You didn’t actually practice the move after I left, did you?”
Robby figured that at this point it was better to just be honest. “No”
The electricity came again. “I am very disappointed in you, Robby. I thought you wanted to be a champion. Show your father and Mr. LaRusso who is really in charge.”
“I do.” But now I’m starting to think that this might not be the best way to go about it. But as much as I hate dealing with this pain, I know I deserve it. I deserve worse.
“Then I think that you need to get your priorities straight,” Sliver said before he and Kreese left the room.
Robby was alone. Again. So, he decided that he may as well practice that fucking tornado kick.