(The sun has almost set for the day and the breezy weather sends a slight shiver down your spin. In a remote area, somewhere in Irvine, California an aged brick building with the words ‘Toofless Grin Training, MMA’ stands out like an eye sore. A black, sun faded Buick sits out in front of this structure idling, as if it is waiting for someone. Though it’s hard to see into the vehicle for there is a thick, white smoke looming inside, impossible for anyone to see in or out. After a short while, the car window is rolled down and the smoke bellows out where Akeem is seen sitting enjoying a partly burnt joint. Akeem smirks when he finishes off his ‘smoke’, while talking as if someone was sitting right there next to him.)
Akeem: Daaamn, now that’s some good Sh!t… It has been awhile since I have smoked anything that good. What do you think Mittens?
(Akeem peers to the passenger’s seat next to him where a box covered with a blue blanket rests, moving ever so slightly once in a while. Akeem leisurely draws the blanket back and picks out a small, black and white kitten from within the box. He then places the kitten on the dash board and continues on with his conversation…)
Akeem: I knew you would like it, but don’t let Travis know, if he finds out I smoked some without him, he will kill me.
Mittens: Mew, mew…
(Akeem grabs Mittens and brings the kitten close to his face. He then kisses Mittens on the head lovingly and places the kitten back onto the dash board while grabbing a little bag of cat food from his glove compartment.)
Akeem: I knew I could trust you Mittens, here you must be hungry. I know I am starting to get the munchies right about now…
(Akeem places a small amount of cat food on the dash for Mittens. The kitten hastily begins to eat his food, while Akeem stares at the little baggie…)
Akeem: Hmm, this doesn’t look half bad, mind if I try some Mittens?
Mittens: Mew, Mew.
(Akeem reaches back into the bag and pulls out a small handful of cat food. He studies the food a bit and ponders to himself if this is a wise decision. Akeem then shrugs his shoulders while popping a few pallets of the cat food in his mouth. He crunches down on the pallets and seemingly enjoys the taste of it.)
Akeem: That ain’t half bad, you got it good Mittens, I know if I were a cat I would be in heaven right now!
Mittens: Mew! *Puuuurrrr*
(Akeem finishes off the rest of the cat food in his hand and then puts the rest of bag back into his glove compartment. As this is happening, a cab pulls up behind Akeem’s Buick where it slowly comes to a halt. Akeem peers into his rearview mirror and watch as two men jump out luggage in hand starring at the building. One man stands about six foot two inches in height and has a very light chocolate complexion. His jet back, afro hair sways in the wind ever so slightly as he glances at the aged structure that sits before him. The other man, a Caucasian, is somewhat smaller then his ‘friend’ standing about six feet in height supporting a buzz-cut. Both men wear somewhat of the same clothing, a black track suit seems to be their attire of choice. Akeem puzzled by these two men calls out to them through his car window.)
Akeem: A’yo what are you guys doing here at this time of the day?
(The taller man hears Akeem and quickly realizes he has yet to pay for his cab ride. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of cash and gives the money to the cabbie through the passenger side window. As the cab drives off, the man walks up to Akeem’s car and answers him.)
Man: Um, we here to train, with um Traver?
Akeem: Traver? Oh you mean Travis! You must be the new guys he was talkin’ bout a couple days ago. My name is Akeem, what is yours?
Man: My name is Amon and my other friend name is Jame..?
(The Caucasian man smiles and laughs at his friend’s mistake as he quickly rushes over to introduce himself to Akeem.)
Caucasian Man: Ha-ha, actually my name is Jamie, Jamie Gregor. Nice to meet you Akeem, I have heard a lot about you from Travis. He called you a fierce striker and a powerful wrestler, wouldn’t mind training with you.
(Jamie extends a hand out to Akeem, where both men greet each other with a handshake. Akeem then quickly grabs Mittens from the dashboard and places him back into his little box. He then covers the kitten with the blanket and turns off his car while stepping out of it.)
Akeem: Travis is too kind sometimes, I haven’t heard much of you guys except that you could give me a run for my money while training. I don’t get to train much with people cause I seem to hurt them all the time… I just figure that is how everyone was.
Amon: Ah, you no hurt us. We can take it!
(Jamie chuckles a bit and pats Amon on the back. He then nods his head agreeing with his friend.)
Jamie: It’s true we can take just about as much as you can dish out. I’m thinking Travis wanted to give you some ‘competition’ so you were prepared this week against, Konda is it?
Akeem: Yea it’s Mike Konda actually, but whatever the case, I think he’s, as my southern friends would say, scurred of me. Though it would be nice if Travis would show up I have only been waiting an hour for his tubby ass…
(With that said, a long black limo is seen coming down the road towards where Akeem, Amon and Jamie are talking. It leisurely pulls up besides them and comes to a sudden stop where the very back window gradually lowers. Travis pops his head out of the window and smirks a bit at everyone.)
Travis: Hey guys, good to see you are all getting to know each other. I see you fine gentlemen have met Akeem already, you all know me so let us skip the intro and get started shall we?
(All three men nod their head in approval and take a step back as Travis opens his limo door. Travis then steps out of the vehicle wearing a nice black suit for the occasion.)
Akeem: Lookin’ good homie! Let me guess where you got the suit from… Your fat ass can’t fit into anything else clothing store? Ha-ha.
Travis: Laugh it up; you know I look good… Anyhow guys let us get a move on I’m sure your itching to spar with each other and get some SERIOUS training in!
(Travis leads the men to the front door of the ‘Toofless Grin’ gym and pulls out his keys. He then unlocks the door and lets his three student into the gym first as he follows shortly behind. They waste no time and shortly they begin their training, loud grunts and groan can be heard as the scene… Fades… To… Black.)