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.
So from now on, every time somebody sees that sign, they'll know who won. Hunter, don't push it. Tims, you lose and you still want dignity sign? Life doesn't work that way.
One of Hunter's guys picked up the busted gym sign and threw it at my feet. The wood scraped the floor and slammed into my ankle. Miss Rita rushed over. Sweetie, is your ankle okay?
I didn't answer. I just crouched down and flipped the gym sign over, split clean in two, dad's own handwriting on the front, smudged black with a boot print. I wiped it with my sleeve. The print didn't come off. Hunter thought I'd frozen
What, no more crying? Weren't you the delicate little princess a second ago? I set the sign down and slowly stood up. All eight of you here today? Hunter raised an eyebrow.
What, worried you'll run out of places to deliver it? Not really. I bent down and picked up the gloves. Just making sure I don't miscount later. The whole gym went silent. Dad tried to get up. I pushed him back down.
Dad, don't move your back. I'll be quick. What the hell are you doing? I didn't answer. Just threw the gloves back at Hunter's chest. Doesn't fit. Get me Tenno.
The smile finally slipped off Hunter's face. Every pro coach along the wall looked up at the same time and locked onto me. I ignored them. Looked at the eight gym banners lined up next to the ring. Bring all eight of your gym banners out here. You're betting the name? Only fair we all pick something up. Hunter stared at me for a couple seconds.
then laughed. Sure. You won't embarrass yourself right along with your dad. I'll help The eight gym owners glanced at each other. Nobody wanted to be the first to chicken out.