Post by Boxer on Sept 30, 2008 18:27:23 GMT -5
::The camera shows Boxer pacing in his mansion. He looks frustrated. His wife, Jamie descends the stairway to see what is bothering him::
Jamie: You haven't packed yet. You better get a move on or you'll miss your flight.
Boxer: I'm debating about even going.
Jamie: You can't be serious.
Boxer: Why bother? I can't even win a street fight. Why should I even come close to winning a fashion contest?
Jamie: Are you seriously going to pass up the opportunity to earn a free title shot?
Boxer: You don't get it, Jamie. I CAN'T WIN ANYTHING AROUND HERE! I'VE LOST MY LAST THREE MATCHES! HELL, THE LAST ONE HAPPENED TO BE MY CALLING AND I STILL LOST!
Jamie: This isn't a match! It's a fashion contest! If you can't win a fashion contest, then you might as well retire!
Boxer: MAYBE I WILL!
::Jamie storms upstairs, furious. Boxer glares at her as she leaves, then turns on the television. Taylor Swift's music video is on. Boxer glances at it, but pays no attention...at first. He continues to pace around the room, until he notices Taylor Swift ballroom dancing with someone dressed like an English Gentleman::
Boxer: JAMIE!
::Jamie storms from her room. Boxer points excitedly to the television::
Boxer: Look at them!
Jamie: Wow...they look amazing!
::They continue to watch the music video. When it's all over, they look at each other::
Boxer: What did you notice about that man?
Jamie: He looked very handsome.
Boxer: Besides that.
Jamie: Are you referring to what he's wearing?
Boxer: No, forget what he's wearing. What attracts you mostly about him?
Jamie: The way he conducts himself...it's out of a fantasy movie...
Boxer: Exactly. Anyone can dress up in a monkey suit. It's more than that. REW is taking ONE person and ONE PERSON ONLY to meet the Queen of England. They're not gonna take a savage in a suit. You can look like a gentleman, but acting like a gentleman is a whole new ball game.
Jamie: That makes sense, but I don't understand where you're going with this.
Boxer: How would you describe me?
Jamie: Well, lately you've been a bit full of yourself.
Boxer: How about when you first met me?
Jamie: You were still full of yourself.
Boxer: You're not really helping me any.
Jamie: Well, what do you want from me?
Boxer: Why the hell did you marry me?
Jamie: Because I love you...duh.
Boxer: Didn't those two in the music video look like they were in love?
Jamie: Yes. They also looked amazing.
Boxer: Exactly. Why do you think she loved him?
Jamie: Because...he was a gentleman.
Boxer: Exactly. He looked and acted like a gentleman. That's what I need to do to win this. I know I can look the part, but I need to be able to play the part.
Jamie: So...what are you going to do?
Boxer: I'm going to pack.
Jamie: And then what?
Boxer: I suggest you pack as well. You're coming with me. I need your help.
Jamie: You only have a ticket for yourself.
Boxer: I'll worry about that. Start packing. I gotta make a phone call. We're not going to England alone.
Jamie: Who are you going to call.
Boxer: You know who I'm calling. I met him a few months ago.
::Jamie's eyes light up and she hurries to pack. Boxer takes out his cell phone and starts searching for the right name::
Boxer: Ken, it's me. Look, I need your help. I'm working for this company. They're putting together this fashion contest. The winner meets the Queen of England AND wins a shot for any Championship....I left that place last week. There was nothing for me there....yeah, this place is legit....well, I'm in a slum, right now. But, that's not important, this week. Here's what I need you to do. Meet me at my place. You, me, and Jamie are flying to England....yes, first thing in the morning...I need Jamie to help me pick out something to wear and I need you to help coach me at being a gentleman....yeah, I thought so too, but Jamie didn't think I was...I'm talking about the works. How to stand, talk, everything....dancing?....I suppose I could learn how to dance like one....so, you're in?....excellent. Start packing and come on over. I'll prepare the guest room for you....which ever one you'd like....yeah, that's no problem at all...alright, see you in a few...bye.
::Boxer hangs up the phone and heads upstairs to pack. He grins widely::
TBC.
Jamie: You haven't packed yet. You better get a move on or you'll miss your flight.
Boxer: I'm debating about even going.
Jamie: You can't be serious.
Boxer: Why bother? I can't even win a street fight. Why should I even come close to winning a fashion contest?
Jamie: Are you seriously going to pass up the opportunity to earn a free title shot?
Boxer: You don't get it, Jamie. I CAN'T WIN ANYTHING AROUND HERE! I'VE LOST MY LAST THREE MATCHES! HELL, THE LAST ONE HAPPENED TO BE MY CALLING AND I STILL LOST!
Jamie: This isn't a match! It's a fashion contest! If you can't win a fashion contest, then you might as well retire!
Boxer: MAYBE I WILL!
::Jamie storms upstairs, furious. Boxer glares at her as she leaves, then turns on the television. Taylor Swift's music video is on. Boxer glances at it, but pays no attention...at first. He continues to pace around the room, until he notices Taylor Swift ballroom dancing with someone dressed like an English Gentleman::
Boxer: JAMIE!
::Jamie storms from her room. Boxer points excitedly to the television::
Boxer: Look at them!
Jamie: Wow...they look amazing!
::They continue to watch the music video. When it's all over, they look at each other::
Boxer: What did you notice about that man?
Jamie: He looked very handsome.
Boxer: Besides that.
Jamie: Are you referring to what he's wearing?
Boxer: No, forget what he's wearing. What attracts you mostly about him?
Jamie: The way he conducts himself...it's out of a fantasy movie...
Boxer: Exactly. Anyone can dress up in a monkey suit. It's more than that. REW is taking ONE person and ONE PERSON ONLY to meet the Queen of England. They're not gonna take a savage in a suit. You can look like a gentleman, but acting like a gentleman is a whole new ball game.
Jamie: That makes sense, but I don't understand where you're going with this.
Boxer: How would you describe me?
Jamie: Well, lately you've been a bit full of yourself.
Boxer: How about when you first met me?
Jamie: You were still full of yourself.
Boxer: You're not really helping me any.
Jamie: Well, what do you want from me?
Boxer: Why the hell did you marry me?
Jamie: Because I love you...duh.
Boxer: Didn't those two in the music video look like they were in love?
Jamie: Yes. They also looked amazing.
Boxer: Exactly. Why do you think she loved him?
Jamie: Because...he was a gentleman.
Boxer: Exactly. He looked and acted like a gentleman. That's what I need to do to win this. I know I can look the part, but I need to be able to play the part.
Jamie: So...what are you going to do?
Boxer: I'm going to pack.
Jamie: And then what?
Boxer: I suggest you pack as well. You're coming with me. I need your help.
Jamie: You only have a ticket for yourself.
Boxer: I'll worry about that. Start packing. I gotta make a phone call. We're not going to England alone.
Jamie: Who are you going to call.
Boxer: You know who I'm calling. I met him a few months ago.
::Jamie's eyes light up and she hurries to pack. Boxer takes out his cell phone and starts searching for the right name::
Boxer: Ken, it's me. Look, I need your help. I'm working for this company. They're putting together this fashion contest. The winner meets the Queen of England AND wins a shot for any Championship....I left that place last week. There was nothing for me there....yeah, this place is legit....well, I'm in a slum, right now. But, that's not important, this week. Here's what I need you to do. Meet me at my place. You, me, and Jamie are flying to England....yes, first thing in the morning...I need Jamie to help me pick out something to wear and I need you to help coach me at being a gentleman....yeah, I thought so too, but Jamie didn't think I was...I'm talking about the works. How to stand, talk, everything....dancing?....I suppose I could learn how to dance like one....so, you're in?....excellent. Start packing and come on over. I'll prepare the guest room for you....which ever one you'd like....yeah, that's no problem at all...alright, see you in a few...bye.
::Boxer hangs up the phone and heads upstairs to pack. He grins widely::
TBC.