Dutch

They call me Dutch. Some of the older people here may remember me from The original Karate Kid movie. You all may have gotten older, but luckily for me, I'll always be 18. Or at least I'll look young. That's what happens when you train the way I do. That's what happens when you're the most feared member of your group, and that I am. I was never one to attend any formal banquets or have a similar name with those around me. That shows signs of wanting to be accepted. I consider that weakness. I'm my own individual. Sure Johnny may have been Sensei Kreese's favorite, and sure, Both Johnny and Bobby may have outlasted me in the All Valley Under 18 tournament, but that's just the luck of the draw. Johnny knew what is was to show no mercy, but Bobby? Powder puff. Too kind for his own good. No wonder he lost to Johnny back in 83. Tommy and Jimmy.. I outlasted them.. there's nothing to prove to either of them. Where the hell has Jimmy been anyway? He always wanted me to do his trash talk for him. Cowardice. And LaRusso... don't get me started on him. He got lucky. It won't happen again. That guy is dead meat, plain and simple. One hobby of mine is giving the double thumbs up while hopping up and down. It works the leg and hand muscles. You should try it sometime. And if you don't, I'll take that as a sign of disrespect. And that would upset me. And when I get upset, well that's sure to be an upsetting situation.