Boxing Boy The Script: The Movie: The Story (2)

The Fight Ends Here, 2 (Skipping Ahead)

I saw him staring me right in the face. The crowd was cheering. I could hear them shouting for blood,

“Kill him, kill the boxing boy. Kill the boxing freak!”

I was tired and after that last hit to my skull all hope was dwindling. What was I doing? This is foolish and I admit it. I am just a freak. Just then my opponent spoke,

“Come on you freak. What, you all done now? After I am done with you, I am going for that little girl you been eyeing to death. Me and her are going to have a fun time.”

I retorted,

“You can talk dirt to me, but leave everyone else alone.”

I clenched my glove harder than I ever have before. Even my trainer, paper cup man, would be envious of my stance now. I gritted my teeth pushing all the ends of my lip together as tightly as I could. I wanted to hold back my speech. Talking was done; it was time to kill him. I lifted my fist, which by now was heavier than a thousand bricks. The pain felt great because it was for protection and peace to end this day of fright. I did not even sense it at first, but my fist took off like lighting in the sky straight from Zeus himself. My opponent, the dog, could not even sense the final blow creeping in as he continued to shout trash with spit slipping off his body inch-by-inch. I swiped him with full glory. All the pain, name-calling, and trash talking were centered into my fist. It took just one blow from me to him. This one hit hurt even me as a fiery pulsating burn was coming from my fist. I crashed into him instantaneously shattering his jawbone. I watched as the blood splattered from his face. He started to fall as his neck twisted to the side. He was already out cold. The audience quieted down as I stood there in full aroma to the stench of my victory. I looked to the only person who could get me out of this funk. She stood there not in shock, but in full arousal to my arrival. I walked straight over into her energy sucking eyes and said just one thing.

“This, this was for you.”

She leaned in towards me--shocked as she was—and we both knew it was time to end this fairy tale. Then came the kiss. Of course, as we our lips touched the sunset and the moon slowly and quite dramatically rose in a calming beauty. We gave way to our lustful passionate sins till the end of the night.

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