When Napoleon ran inside he saw Rex standing in a corner, lifting weights to show off his muscles to the ladies surrounding him.
"Excuse me. Are you Rex, the guy who can teach me some super sweet fighting skills?" asked Napoleon.
"Do you have a hundred dollars?" Rex asked.
"Yeah." Napoleon would get the money from his bank account later.
"Then I'm your man, son. If you sign up, tomorrow you will show up here with the burning desire to learn! Along with the money, of course. Then maybe someday you, like me, will become the greatest fighter of all time!"
"Are you sure these wicked sweet skill will lead me to my girlfriend's heart?" Napoleon asked.
"Well duh! What babe doesn't like a guy with muscles that can protect her?"
"Sweet!" Napoleon exclaimed.
The next day Napoleon walked into they gym with his money. There he saw Rex standing in front of a small crowd that was sitting on the floor. Napoleon joined them.
"Welcome! Today and the rest of this week you will learn my very special, secret awesome fighting skills! Let's get going!"
Many hours of harsh training followed, and by the end of the week Napoleon was strong and capable of defending his woman.
"Freaking awesome!" Napoleon said.
Napoleon went to Deb's house to show her his skills.
"Hi Napoleon!" she said when she opened the door.
"Hey Deb." Napoleon said casually. "Let's go for a walk."
"Ok."
Earlier Napoleon had hired some guys to come and try to steal Deb's purse. He was going to show her his moves. They walked for a few minutes and then went to the park, where the thugs secretly waited their arrival. When Napoleon and Deb got to a certain tree, the thugs jumped out.
"Give us your purse, lady!" one snarled.
"Yeah! Or we'll pound you into the dirt!" the other said.
Deb was scared. "Napoleon! Do something!" she screamed.
So, following the plan, Napoleon danced a stupid fighting dance around the thugs, hopping up and down on one foot. Then he moved in and poked one in the eye, and spit at the other one's face. He then slapped them both, and grabbed Deb's hand and ran. The thugs lay on the ground, moaning in pretend agony.
"Napoleon, you were so brave! I feel so safe with you now!"
"Of course, gosh! I have some wicked sweet fighting moves!"
Napoleon finally had Deb's heart for himself. After staring lovingly into each other's eyes, the two lovebirds kissed under a bright and radiant sun.