A woman who has been mocked and belittled as a fragile princess turns out to be a ten-time boxing champion. When the people around her push too far, she steps into the ring to fight back and prove them wrong.
ribs both tried to push forward the medics blocked them hunter's crew laid a contract on the can't have a gym this big with nobody left to step up right he grabbed a pair of gloves and and tossed them at my feet. They rolled twice, stopped at my sneakers.
How about your sister? Gives it a shot. Relax. My guys know how to pull prunches.
You out of your damn mind! She's never trained! You got a problem? Come at us.
Leave her out of it. Hunter laughed straight in his face. Oh, now we're getting protective? Where was that fire when you were losing?
Dad grabbed my wrist. His palm was ice cold with sweat. Rye, listen to Dad. Go home.
I bent down and looked him in the eye. You're really going to sign? Dad went quiet for two seconds, then crumpled the shutdown contract in his Fine.
I'll sign. It's just a gym. I built this place from nothing. I can build another one.
His face was gray with pain, but he still managed a tiny smile at me. You hate moving, right? Well, this time you don't have to. House is mine.
Nobody can take it. I laughed. Couldn't help it. This family really was something else.
Every last one of them loved boxing like their lives depended on it. But the second it came down to losing something, they worried first about where I'd get to nap. Hunter clicked his tongue. Real touching.
But hey, coach, one condition before you sign. Your daughter picks up Jim's sign with her own hand. Then she carries it over to each of our eight gyms. So from now on, every time somebody sees that sign, they'll know who won.