Interior of the Dojo Dwayne Martial Arts Academy in downtown Port Aransas, Texas. A large group of gi wearing youths have formed a semicircle around two of their peers facing off in what looks like a round of fisticuffs. The obvious instigator of the altercation, a large doughy looking pre-teen seems to be right put-off at the presence of a girl in his karate class.
The doughboy slowly launches one of his balled up breadloaf hands towards the girl’s shoulder. She deftly avoids the blow, latches on to the boys arm and sinks her teeth deep into the little proto-bro’s arm fat. His porcine squeal loud enough to draw out the proprietor of the establishment from the back room. A tall afroed gentleman in a white gi stumbles out of the stockroom, his arms full of those red and black karate pads and helmets.
“What the sam-hill is goin’ on out here? Randy, you causin’ trouble again?”
Tossing the pads into a pile in front of the class the titular Dojo Dwayne quickly assesses the situation. He pries the young lady’s teeth off Randy’s arm and hands a towel to Randy before addressing the situation.
“Now both y’all calm down and start from the beginning. Who started this nonsense?”
Randy is having none of this calm cool collected nonsense.
“BEGINNING?! She bit me! Who cares who started it!”
Dwayne snatches the towel away.
“Boy, you ain’t bleedin’ now hush and let the girl talk. Crystal, what started all this mess?”
The scrappy little latinx girl wipes a combination of snot and tears from his face.
“He said girls aren’t allowed to train karate, on account boys can’t hit girls. He got all mad when I told him he was wrong and stupid anyway.”
Dwayne smiles and pats both kids on the shoulders.
“Randy… what was the first thing I explain to y’all when you signed up?”
Randy immediately relents and hangs his head. He almost mumbles his reply as though under protest.
“If you’re joining the Dojo Dwayne Martial Arts Academy just to learn how to fight you’re in the wrong place. “
Dwayne motions for him to continue.
Poor Randy, hoisted with his own petard.
“Aaaaand everyone is welcome.”
Dwayne stands up for the whole class to hear.
“Everybody’s welcome at the Dojo Dwayne Martial Arts Academy. We don’t build fighters, we build people. Randy, ya’ gotta’ think for yourself, son. Women can do anything men can do. Court justices, sports stars, heck even the vice president of these here United States. Ladies like Crystal here… well, they can even take a karate class, you feel me my little brother?”
Randy is already ooching timidly over to Crystal extending a hand.
Crystal hesitates but eventually accepts the gesture.
“Sorry I bit you. Reflexes, bro.”
Randy nods in approval.
The pre-teens now at peace and another victory in the war of the sexes under his black belt, Dojo Dwayne stands up and addresses the camera with a smile.
“That’s how we do things here at the Dojo Dwayne Martial Arts Academy. With classes ranging from… heh… the bad news bears back there… “
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at the pre-teen group now all strapping on the velcro karate pads as he walks over to a group of older students sparring.
“All the way up to our adult group. Heck, we also have weekly cardio kick-boxing classes for our active seniors looking to keep fit. All you need at the Dojo Dwayne Martial Arts Academy is a no quit mindset and a willingness to keep on learnin’ even when the learnin’ gets hard. I’m gonna be taking that very lesson with me as I debut with Classic Wrestling on their very next episode.”
Dwayne smiles warmly.
“From what I understand things haven’t been easy for the poor fella they have me matched up against right out of the gate. This poor boy shows up to Classic Wrestling each and every taping waiting for a match. Face all painted up, just eager as all heck to get in there and show what he’s got. Blue Canada… this is your week, my northern brother. Dojo Dwayne’s gonna give you the match you been waitin’ for, son! And if you can survive a deluge of funky-ass karate chops and the full onslaught of my Face Fist Style… well, you might just be lookin’ at your first win.”
Dojo Dwayne smiles a little less warmly.
“But I wouldn’t count on it.”