“Oh poo...I do love it when you get all sweaty dear... “

 

[The happy couple.]

 

[Clad in just a pair of khaki slacks the son of man Bronson Box emerges from a steam filled bathroom, a towel slung across his shoulders. His still yet unnamed red haired beauty sits lounging in a sink nightdress across the pale green living room in Boxer’s favorite leather armchair.]

 

Bronson Box:

“Cleanliness is next to Godliness, love... “

 

[The gorgeous leggy redhead rolls her eyes and slumps down into the chair, her legs slung over the arm towards Boxer.]

 

Redhaired Woman: [playfully]

“Does that mean we can’t... revel in the filth every now and again? It can be so much fun. I always loved seeing you workout. All those muscles, all that sweat... ”

 

[Box cracks a small grin and tosses his towel across the room at his friend.]

 

Bronson Box:

“We have a higher calling now dear. Eyes on the prize.”

 

Redhaired Woman: [mock pouting, grabbing a nearby magazine]

“You were such fun back in the old days, what happened to you Hollis... “

 

[Bronson stops dead, looking back over his shoulder in stony silence.]

 

Redhaired Woman: [putting her magazine down with a sigh]

“Your bloody name is Grosvenor Hollis McAllister, you were born in a hole in the road in the Scottish Highlands, you’re mother died giving birth to you and that made your father a right prick.”

 

Bronson Box: [teeth clenched]

“Stop it.”

 

[The redhaired woman gets up and starts across the room.]

 

Redharied Woman:

“You left home, left that ripe old bastard to drown in a bottle of whisky and you made your way south... “

 

[She places a hand on Boxer’s massive shoulder.]

 

Redhaired Woman: [her lips inches from Boxer’s ear]

“And you met me and everything changed, didn’t it... Hollis?”

 

[Like lightning Bronson’s hand meets her throat and her back is against a nearby bookcase.]

 

 

[She just laughs.]

 

Redhaired Woman: [unshaken]

“You credit that priest for showing you your way... I made Bronson Box. You know it deep down in your heart. This religious resolve of yours, love? You were a lost little boy when you met me. A pathetic little weakling. ‘Just pick yourself up, boy... pick yourself up or be bloody eaten.’

 

[We can hear Bronson’s grip... and jaw... getting tighter.]

 

 

[She’s obviously enjoying it.]

 

Redhaired Woman: [bloodshot eyes]

“Do it... “

 

[Bronson leans in close.]

 

Redhaired Woman: [tears in her eyes, a smile on her face]

“Do it... “

 

[And just like that, with her bright red hair tangled in his fingers they kiss. Deep, feral, angry.]

 

Bronson Box: [grabbing her by the thighs and hoisting her up into his grasp]

“My name is Bronson.”

 

[She begins to retort but Boxer violently pulls her close, his face inches from hers.]

 

Bronson Box:

“Do you understand, lass?”

 

[Completely at his mercy, a wicked smile on her face she silently nods.]

 

[Fade.]

 

Redhaired Woman: [voiceover]

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you... Bronson Box?"

 

 

 

[Music.]

 

http://youtu.be/CVTfiITxbH0

 

 

Bronson Box: [voiceover]

“Jan Gin Xiao... the freakshow. You realize why they put me up against you, don’t you freak? Dane, Conarri they both know I can wipe the floor with you. You’re slow, out of shape, a failure at your own stagnant corrupt sport so you soil the good name of Defiance Wrestling by plying your shallow skillset here where men like myself create art... you’re a sideshow. They know what they have in Bronson Box. A leader of men, a bonafide star and a true king of this sport. Seeing me hurl your bloated carcase over my head and pin you clean in the middle of a Defiance ring will make headlines and properly reintroduce me to my audience that so yearns for my guidance.”

 

[Pause.]

 

Bronson Box: [voiceover]

“I’ll win this so called challenge, indeed.

 

But I also plan on making a statment of you, Jan Gin Xiao.

 

 

I just thought you should know.”

 

 

[End.]