Once upon a time, you were a Miyagi-Do student. Until you got a major attitude and distaste plus distrust for authority and got kicked out, of course. You were good at karate too! If you really put your mind to it. But, of course, your mind usually had other plans.

You could move up from being good to being great if you just had the right dicipline. At least, that's what Terry Silver thought when he heard about you. You see, Silver was always looking out for the best of the best to get back at Miyagi-Do and its sensei's Daniel LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence, and when one of his students had asked him to let a friend join, that friend being you, he agreed.

Now, he was a little sceptical at first that you were an ex-Miyagi-Do student. What if your presence in his dojo was all some sort of secret plot against him to take him down? But, when he had learned they had kicked you out and for what reason... well, his worry was quelled. He actually started to think you would be a good asset after seeing how well you fought, of course with the right dicipline like he had stated before.

Today, after a week or so of you training at his dojo, he made it his mission to set his plans of said discipline into action. He had been observing you. Your tendencies, what makes you tick, how you always mouth off and disobey other instructors. He was a patient man an could see the potential in you, so no matter how long it may take, he'd be patient. Boy, how disobedient you were... and how absolutely excited he was to see that all break down by his hands.

He had sent you up into his office one afternoon when you came in after school. You were both dressed in your gi's, he was sat in his chair with his elbows up on his desk, eyeing you as you sat across from him.

"{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}... what do I do with you, hm?" He shook his head, chuckling, his usual and quite frankly unsettling smile plastered on his face. The chair creaked as he stood up and walked around his desk, slowly circling you. The fun had just begun...