Boxing Boy The Script: The Movie: The Story (4)

Boxing Boy's Training with the Mysterious, Paper Cup Man
(The Final Chapter)

The next day we had arrived at the beach. The sand was cold and desolate. A familiar tone was about the horizon stretching as far a back as the eye could see. What was I doing here? This was a tough question with a simple answer. The Water Boy and me were at the beach watching a bum sleep in the sand.

Here he is, Water Boy said.
Him? I replied.

Just great. Why did I follow this guy here? My supposed trainer, Paper Cup man, was the first bum we had come across on this beach. I ventured for a meet and greet; although, what more did I have to lose. Right? Paper Cup Man lay there as a shell of a man. I was not sure he would even notice us at first so I stared right into his watery iconic eyes full of scorning and a wretched past; something awfully retched.

Paper Cup Man, hello. I am, Boxing Boy.

He stared at me with one quick glance obviously noticing my red boxing glove hands and went out to shake mine. I was surprised, startled if you will, to realize he had no hands at all but instead a paper cup on each hand. I wonder what his story was.

Why am I not surprised? So this is why Water Boy calls you Paper Cup Man. All of us now, don’t we just make the perfect team?

Gloves, Water Bottles, and now Paper Cups. I whispered.

Yea! Water Boy Shouted.

Knowing the young lad could not sense my humor I carried on without any more jokes. Paper Cup Man was very straightforward. He saw my potential almost immediately and we were off for a little demonstration of my strength, to prove I was trainable, and then my training would begin.

This is very simple. Paper Cup Man said.
If you can hit me, then I train you.

We began immediately and it was hard to believe that this once shady looking bum had the moves of a champ. I charged at him head-on and he disappeared before my eyes. He came back for the rebound and I just barely dodged it.

Come on boy, come on you freak! He shouted.

That was all it took, I know he was just trying to get me wound-up, and it worked. My eyes turned a glow of passionate red and white. My speed increased and with all my might the fight was on, again. I went in with my left and he moved below. I twisted right with my whole body for the counter and he went above. No matter where I went he was prepared. Finally, I took a gamble and closed my eyes and signaled for him to come to me. I could hear his footsteps pacing closer and closer. Then I heard nothing. I had a feeling he was elegantly in the air before every move. I was guessing of course, but it was either the air or he disappeared entirely, which I doubt. I just took a huge chance and threw my fists into the air with a fiery rage full of fury and shit. When I opened my eyes I saw a shocked Paper Cup Man on the ground full of wonder.

Yes, I can train you. Now Water Boy, start the tape! Paper Cup Man shouted.

Out of nowhere, I see Water Boy come from behind a tree and presse play on a boom box. Suddenly a classic jam with an almost hipster eccentric beat begins. In a montage, that would make the cocaine editors of Bollywood soap dramas jealous, Water Boy, Paper Cup Man, and me were jumping from place to place trying out new techniques and challenges to increase my skill and my rage.

Good Boxing Boy, very good, but you can do better. Paper Cup Man shouted as the montage came to a close.

In the only way we could possibly think to finish the montage, I ran up the legendary steps of some old library and at the top Paper Cup Man shouted for me as Water Boy jazzed water… everywhere.
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I was in the locker room and I could hear the noises of a crowd outside. This was it, my final shining moment to end this long day.

Just relax Boxing Boy and remember your training. Paper Cup man said.

Paper Cup Man, you’re leaving, aren’t you? I coughed out.

I have somewhere I must be. Paper Cup Man said.

Suddenly the lights caved and all went black. When the lights returned it was only Water Boy and I.

Now that was weird. Well it’s time Boxing Boy. Water Boy said.

All that is precious and sweet could not stop me, this was a moment frozen in time. I was pumped and ready to take the prize as I fought in my first boxing match and won the girl of my dreams. I was doomed for sure, but like Hell if I wouldn’t try.

THE END

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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