I am sitting on a floor with a freshly broken leg because of my two son of a bitch “friends” named Trey and Cruz. They both were trying to rob LaRusso’s car shop where I work now, all because they thought they could manipulate me. Made me get the security code and as soon as they asked, I refused.

I won’t let them rob the place where I work, my Sensei, karate, and I love my job here where I can train. But now I fought them and although they’re pretty beaten up, I’m the one broken.