Hiro slid her some Kewpie mayonnaise. "I bought a 2-pack for you; I know how much you love the glorified egg paste. I don't see how you eat it though--tastes nasty to me. Same with Miracle Whip and aioli." 

.....

Thirty minutes later, Hiro was driving through the neighbourhood in his Lexus, his daughter in the back with her art bag, and her Eevee plushie she always brings. "So, what are you gonn talk about to Mr. Franky?" she asked.

"MMA, my life, stuff of that nature." Hiro drove through a different neighbourhood. "I think I see the... There's the house!" 

He stopped at Franky's yellow-green, 2-story house. The two walked in, and Alania went in his living room, laid on the floor, and started drawing a Mega Dragonite. 

Franky Jones, a black man, spoke into the microphone. "We have a special guest. Meet undefeated mixed martial artist and part-time Walmart employee, Hiro Amatisto-Arabaev!" 

Hiro followed suit. "Hi, how are you?"

"Good, and you?" Frank asked.

"Peachy. So, I wanna weigh in on your beef with Zarid Alaev. What started it? Who's at fault?" 

"Welp, he started throwing insults at me on X, formerly Twitter; I didn't care--till he started talking shit about my family. Then at 7-Eleven, he had THE GALL to bring up Alania, my daughter's molestation incident that happened to her! So, I pushed him down and axe kicked him in front of everyone in there. We finally fought last Saturday, with me winning via face crank. His boyfriend, Zurai Tovogoev, decided to taunt me during my fight with Zarid, so I gave that shit stain what for as well! Zarid, Zurai, a couple of my cornermen, and I are suspended till 1 January. Luckily, President Brenton didn't withhold my pay."

"I see," Franky responded. "So, what's this talk about Zarid fucking goats?"

"He made fun of us Japanese for liking anime, so I thought I'd trash that neckbeard for being a goat-fucker on the low. He probably fucks cows as well. Sick fuck." Hiro pointed at the melktert his wife made. "What's that thing?"

"Melktert," Franks replied. "Want a slice?"

"Sure." Hiro cut him a medium slice of the milk tart. "Mind if I get my daughter a piece later?"

"Go ahead." Frank sliced Hiro's daughter a piece. "So, what'd your daughter have to say about this beef?"

"She said something about him having erectile dysfunction; I was taken aback. She's a character! But she's my world! She also said her ex-headmistress at the orphanage is a cougar, and she was right. That old, fat bitch tried to flirt with me when I first met Alania! I almost threw up..." 

Franky bit into his melktert. "What was your toughest match?"

"Zarid was my toughest--it took me 2 rounds to beat him. My other fights took me one round."

Franky asked, "What was your toughest fight?"

"My fight with Zarid was my toughest; he rocked me with a hook once during that bout. The other 3 are the ones I won in the first round: One by knockout, two by technical submission, one by submission."

"So, when are you gonna go for the title?" Franky asked.

"As soon as Narsingh Johnson gets healed, then and only then I'll-" He looked at his phone. "Narsingh vacated the title, which means Jarvis Oumara and I are supposed to fight for the vacant title. I'm gonna see if he wants the title shot."

"I used to fight in amateur MMA, except I was 6-0. I retired due to heart failure. I might not be here for long." Franky made himself and Hiro some tea punch.

Hiro said, "Thank you," and drank it slowly. "Anyways, you ever gonna fight again?"

"No." Franky drank his quickly. "So, what got you into EDM?"

"One of my teachers showed me. I did start out listening to EDM-pop such as Rihanna's 'We Found Love,' and Pitbull's 'Give Me Everything.'"

"I see. I like blues, Southern soul, and enka," Franky responded. "I also like future bass though. And that's all the talking we have time for. Tune in tomorrow as we talk to Zarid Alaev."

Hiro said, "Thanks for having me." He got up and picked a sleeping Alania off the drool-covered floor. "Sorry she drooled on the floor." He got her in the car and drove off.