Chessboxing

I made up this story, along with several others, about one and a half years ago. Let's just say it was a very dull time of my life; pretty much all I could do to keep from going crazy was write stories. I saw a thing on television about chessboxing, and I thought about how Simon was good at the chess but not so much at the boxing, and vice versa for Alvin. I am now refining it and publishing it for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!

(Disclaimer: I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks)

"There's nothing on…" Alvin grumbled as he flipped through the TV stations. "Reruns, kiddie cartoons, more reruns…"

He eventually decided to tune into ESPN, even though there were no interesting sports on to watch at this time of day. In fact, ESPN was instead showing a documentary.

"Chessboxing is the latest craze to hit the States from Europe", the television narrator blared.

"Chessboxing? What a stupid idea!" Alvin thought.

"As no tag-teaming is allowed, competitors must be skilled both at chess and at boxing…"

"Each round begins with four minutes of chess followed by a one-minute break and then a three-minute boxing round…"

Alvin yawned. "How lame. I'll bet it'll never catch on here…"

Alvin was almost asleep when the commercial break came on.

"Announcing the First Annual Southern California Regional Chessboxing Tournament! Featuring a grand prize of ten thousand dollars!"

Alvin woke at the mention of ten thousand dollars. "Simon!"

Simon was upstairs polishing one of his chess trophies. One of his many, many chess trophies.

"Hey, Simon! Got a lot of chess trophies there, I see."

"And?" Simon placed the trophy down, polished his glasses, and stared at Alvin over the rims.

"Not resting on your laurels, are you? Shouldn't let all that chess talent go to waste…"

"And this concerns you because…?"

"Well, I just heard about this cool new sport on ESPN called chessboxing, and they're having a tournament this month right here in L.A.!"

"Chessboxing? I don't know, Alvin… I wouldn't be any good at that…"

"Sure you would! You're great at chess! I mean, look at all your trophies!"

"That may be so, but I am not great at boxing."

"If you can beat all the foes in four minutes you will never have to worry about the boxing!"

"Alvin, do you really think I can win every game of chess in four minutes?"

"I've seen you do it before! Besides, if you have to go in the ring, you only have to hang tight for three minutes and then you can finish them off at the chess…"

Alvin realized he was getting sidetracked. "Well, never mind the boxing. I can take care of the boxing! I do, after all, have a Junior Golden Glove…"

"Is it a tag-team competition, Alvin?" Simon seemed curious now.

"Um, no, but I was thinking we could switch out during every break time and trade places, like I did for you when you were too sick to play on that game show"

Simon sighed. "If you expect me to participate in this shenanigan, then you'd better have a very good reason."

"How about ten thousand dollars grand prize? I'll split you seventy-thirty."

"Fifty-fifty. And the trophy's mine."

"Deal". The chipmunk brothers shook hands.