He replied, "Thank you, guys." He sat down and started noshing on his rice omelette. "Aokiya's taking me to Jollbee for dinner."

Kwesi sat next to him. "I can't wait for my omurice! Got any spicy ketchup?" He looked in the fridge and found it and poured some of the red sauce on the egg-and-rice dish.

"Also, Kwesi, Ayusha wants to take you to dinner with us one day. He just took me to an Indian restaurant a couple of weeks ago." 

Zabit said, "Before you go to Jollibee, I want to sign you to Rizin."

"Yes, sir."

.....

Zabit and Shikhiro arrived in a steel-blue truck he bought. "I used to be in this promotion; you'll get paid quite a bit though, but who do you want to fight first?" Zabit asked.

"Whoever they put in front of me, I guess... I do wonder if I'll ever have a grudge match at some point? Or will all the fighters respect me?" 

He and Zabit were sent to President Oxley Nkosian's office; the president is a Nigerian man. "So, you wanna work for us, correct?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. President. I was training for years; however, due to the thought I could die, my mom didn't want me to sign. I so much I show up with a small cut, she breaks down and takes out the first-aid kit. My mom decided to lemme sign today, given that I'm an adult now."

"Your first fight will be at the Rizin Apex (fictional place) against Lukas Saraðor, an Icelandic guy who's 6-2." 

"Yes, sir. Thanks for signing me, Mr. President."

"No problem, sir." Nkosian opened his jar of Smarties (the candy-coated chocolate). "Anybody?"

Shikhiro took a small handful. He and Zabit left.