Boxing Boy The Script: The Movie: The Story (3)

The Girl, The Match, & The Water Boy, 3

I saw her from across the street.

“My Destiny”

This is all I could say at such a moment frozen in time. I had barely run more than a few miles and seen a dozen or so girls of beauty pass my glance.

“But this one.”

This one was different. I was full of courage to meet her and my agenda had completely changed due to this simple glance. Was it chance or fate? Maybe neither. I delayed no more and raced across the street to greet. I noticed her focus on a brick wall full of illegitimate advertisements and spam. I went in for the kill.

“You don’t want anything here. It’s full of trouble.”
“Ah, thanks. But I’m just curious,” She replied.

Here response was so delicious. We dwelled into more meaningless chitchat. What was she doing here? Was she waiting for me? No, that would be too lucky. As we paced back and forth I noticed that she was most focused on my gloves. I had barely said a thing, but knew an explanation was in order. For my birthmark, of course, was a unique part of me. I had no extravagant story to delay her, so I just said the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m Boxing Boy”

The loud roar of a car next to us blocked my voice.

“That’s my ride, see you around boxer”

She moved gracefully off and away. She was out of my life, although a flyer from the wall happened to slip my way. Was it chance? Fate. The flyer was of an amateur boxing match tomorrow and I am sure it was the one that caught her interest. A boxing match was my destination. It was a small community event held in the city, but I was not about to disappoint. If she was there then this was my chance to make my move. But for now I was off and back to my run.

“Help”

I heard a cry for help from what sounded like a frail woman. I was delayed yet again from my run and also compelled to help. I was supposed to be a boxer after all and this would be good practice. I followed the screams of pain down a dark alleyway. Someone needed my help and I was about to answer the call.

“I’m no hero”

I said quietly to myself as I moved closer the shadows down the dark alleyway to trouble for me and anyone else. I barely saw anything at first but next to a heaped up trashcan there were two rangy men shaking up a little lady on the ground. I heard the cry once more and ran to confront them.

“Hey get away from her”

They both stared at me for a second and the shorter one yelled back at me.

“Who are you? You a cop or something?”

Now I knew I had to do something that would be impressive to these two lowlifes or they would not go away. I picked up a brick next to me and punched it against the wall and began screaming a bit as I hit the wall next to me.

“I am a very pissed off and highly juiced up boxer. Get out of here or fight me you pieces of trash.”

The two men took a second look at my appearance and quickly stormed off without a moments notice. I took stride towards the injured lady… but was shocked to see an awkwardly shaped and dressed man. My mistake.

“You alright buddy, what were you even doing?”

As I helped him up I took one final look to confirm his sex. Now assured, I took notice to his odd lanky posture, colorful clothes, and unique backpack and belt full of water bottles. Maybe he worked for the water company, maybe.

“Thanks man, they were just going for my water bottles. Guess they thought it was something special. I mean water is special.”

The man gave a long stare and I felt he would continue a very uninteresting story, so I traversed away, but he quickly halted me.

“Hey wait, you saved my life. Let me return the favor, at least help you out for the day, I mean, I am Water Boy.”

I was hesitant to reply to his last statement, but something inside me knew he was not going to leave me peacefully.

“Well I am Boxing Boy and I have a boxing match to prep for in a bit, I suppose I could use a spotter and some water.”

He looked back with a great big smile. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.

“Well you are in luck my friend because I know someone similar to yourself and I who would be a great trainer.”

I am not sure why, but I followed him. What did I have to lose? Bad question.

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