Girlfight Page #4

I'm serious.

She's gorgeous and all that,

but it's like...

sometimes we don't have much

to say to each other, you know?

Sounds like a dream date

for most guys.

Yeah, it is.

Guess I don't know what I'm

supposed to be looking for anymore.

Well, what do you want?

F*** if I know.

Why'd you do that?

I don't know.

You taste sweet.

Funny.

I always thought of myself

as salty.

You're wrong. You're sweet.

I gotta go.

I'll talk to you soon,

all right?

Yeah.

Yo, where are you going?

That time of year again, ladies.

Time for the Presidential

Physical Fitness Exam.

I don't give a sh*t what the president

thinks of my physical fitness.

A mile's not gonna kill any of ya.

This year, ladies.

Good work, Guzman.

Looks like those hormone treatments

really do the job.

One more lap.

She's got a good chin.

I know.

Hey, champion!

What are you doing here?

Hi. Nice seeing you.

Ah, man, I just seen that guy

fighting on TV yesterday.

Good fight, champ.

How you doin'?

He popped you real good.

I popped him back, didn't I?

Well, you're getting the hang

of this game.

You gonna walk home?

I'm taking off.

My dad will give me grief

if I keep coming home so late.

Does he know?

Know what?

About this?

Not unless he has binoculars

this very second.

So what exactly is this?

Who knows?

You still like me

with my black eye?

I think I like you more.

Hi, Dad.

You stole money from me.

- I'm gonna pay you back.

- Who's this guy you're running with?

What the hell happened to you?

Did he do this to you?

Adrian? No.

- How could you let him do this to you?

- Get away from me.

That's how it goes? You hook up

with a creep who knocks you around?

Right. You're so reformed now,

you're giving me advice?

- I won't let this happen to my daughter.

- What's going on?

- Go to your room.

- You're not my mother.

Get out of here, Tiny.

I said get out of here!

Don't you f***ing touch him.

You think Mom would give me

the same wise advise?

That's it.

Give me back what you took, and if I

catch you with this pendajo again...

You'll what? F***ing kill me?

That was fast.

I ran.

I can see that.

My parents are light sleepers.

So what happened?

You think

I could stay here tonight?

Yeah.

But no monkey business.

I thought all guys

jumped at this chance.

I guess I'm not prime trim, huh?

How'd you get so f***ing crude?

How'd you get so f***ing polite?

Shut up.

So you're serious?

Cal tod me to keep a lid on it

until I fight Ray.

You two are gonna go at it?

It's just a preliminary.

Amateur stuff.

So that "no sex" sh*t

is for real?

It's for real.

Let's sleep.

Yeah, yeah.

Are your parents still together?

Not really.

My mom died a long time ago.

So what happened,

if you don't mind?

She killed herself.

Man.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Me too.

Dream of me knocking Ray out

in the third round.

I already have.

What?

Can I come in?

Yeah.

I hear it's true,

you got a lover.

Oh, man.

First comes love,

then comes marriage.

Sensitive.

It's not funny.

Look, I don't know how

you pay Hector...

and I don't think I wanna know.

But Dad's wasting his money

on me and, well...

he won't know

if you use it instead.

What are you gonna be doing when

you're supposed to be at the gym?

I'm a geek.

I'll do something

constructive with my time.

Thanks.

Hi. You must be the new boxer.

I'm Candice.

Not bad for an old fart.

- How are you doing? Happy birthday.

- Thank you.

I was just talking about you.

I've come to defend myself.

Hey, remember when I told you

that girls can't be boxers?

Yeah, I remember.

Girls... Excuse me...

Women have a lower center

of gravity.

Maybe they're more grounded

once they build strength.

It makes 'em

a different kind of boxer.

- Are you serious?

- It's just a theory.

The way to prove it is

to get more women in that ring.

One-twenty-six.

Must be all that muscle

you're building.

- What division?

- You're a featherweight.

- You're not mingling.

- Huh?

This is a party.

You should be dancin'.

- I'm not much of a dancer.

- Sure you are.

I mean, you dance, right?

- Hector says my footwork gets sloppy.

- Looks okay to me.

Let's box. Come on.

No, bro, not in Hector's kitchen.

But you're all serious and sh*t.

Come on. Be a man.

You know...

they say love

kills you in the ring.

Hector, I gotta go.

But you just got here.

Sure you can't stay longer?

No.

It was better with the ice cream.

How you feel?

Tired.

This is a waste of time.

Look, Adrian's got a bout coming up.

I don't mean to insult you...

What's the big deal? There's no one near

Adrian's weight to spar with today.

Might as well give my gal a chance.

I don't like it, Hector.

Tell him to think of her

as a warm-up.

This equality crap

has gone too far.

- Should we just forget about it?

- No.

Just get rough on her in the first round

and Hector will stop it real early.

Go ahead.

Come on.

What'd I tell you?

Hit me!

Hit me already.

I'm not gonna fight him

if he doesn't hit me.

Both of you, enough bullshit!

Now box!

You okay?

Stay inside.

I love you.

I really do.

Come on.

I'm not running after you,

if that's what you want.

'A gender-blind amateur

boxing proposal...

is a statewide initiative

that responds to the ongoing demands...

for officially sanctioned

amateur matches...

while also addressing the expanding

presence of females in the sport.

Male and female amateurs

within the same weight class...

are allowed to compete

with each other in the ring. "

Now that they're mixing up

the guys with the girls...

you could have

a lot more opponents.

They got you fighting this girl

from Buffalo next week.

And you can have a fight

every week if you want.

Hey, Vince.

Long time no see.

Let me get this straight.

She's had three amateur matches

and she's already turning pro?

That's a little premature,

don't you think?

- Damn it!

- Trainer says kid's got a high fever.

Dead on his feet

with strep throat.

I'd fight that yellow kid

with one arm.

Missy from Buffalo's 33 years old

and she can make some money as a pro.

The fight's totally called off?

Why bother with small-fry stuff

when she can be on TV?

Calm down.

There'll be other matches.

Not soon enough.

It's a pathetic turnout, but I've gotta

give these people their $10 worth.

And half of my fighters

haven't showed up.

Come on, Ira.

Let's just see this thing in action.

All right.

If it turns ugly,

you can't say I didn't warn you.

- Nervous?

- No.

All right. Remember,

you're judged on points.

Be aggressive and make legal punches.

- Nervous?

- No.

Welcome to Brooklyn A. C...

in cooperation with the New York

Amateur Boxing Initiative.

Let's welcome a new boxer

into the ring.

From Brooklyn,

18 years old, 125 pounds...

Diana Guzman.

Challenging Diana in the far corner,

let's welcome Raymond Cortez...

from Brooklyn, 19 years old...

also 125 pounds.

Both of these boxers'

originally scheduled opponents...

couldn't make their fights.

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