Girlfight Page #5

And these kids wanna rumble.

Let's give a big hand

for their fighting spirit.

You know the rules.

Let's keep it above the belt.

Fight a fair fight and good luck.

Touch up.

Stay loose and relaxed, okay?

Box!

Okay, off you go.

Come on, Diana.

Stop!

Good.

You're doing good. Relax.

Hey, Sandro. How you been doing?

I haven't seen you in a while.

Keep your head on.

She's getting a lot of good punches.

At least he's predictable.

And what's with all

the wild swinging bullshit?

He really wants to kill me.

Okay, he's lunging at you thinking

you're gonna back away from him.

Use that to throw your body shots.

Stay with him. Hey!

You gotta box more, okay?

Are you listening to me?

Stay inside of him...

boom, shoot an uppercut.

I'll try.

Box!

All right, come on, Diana.

Yeah, Diana, come on.

Come on!

Break!

Stop!

One, two...

three, four...

five, six...

seven, eight...

You okay? Box!

- You don't have it in you.

- Stop! No talking. Box!

Stop!

I don't have the stomach for this.

What the hell are you doing, huh?

Don't let him bully you like that.

You are a better fighter than Ray.

Come on!

Box.

Stop!

That's below the belt.

This is a warning. Box.

Stop!

- What a prick.

- He can't do that, right?

Last warning. One more time,

you're disqualified. Box.

What's below the belt anyway?

Ain't nothing but a p*ssy!

- Yeah, I wish I had thought of that.

- F***ing a**hole.

What are you doing?

Hey, I gotta warn you too.

I'll say it one last time.

- No pushing.

- Catch you next time.

Box!

Stop! That's it, Cortez.

It's over.

Get out of the ring.

The match is over.

I've had it with you, kid.

Ladies and gentlemen...

in a unanimous decision,

Ray Cortez is disqualified...

and Diana Guzman...

is declared the winner...

of this preliminary

featherweight match.

All this sneaking around,

and for what?

To get the sh*t beaten out of you,

that's what.

Thanks a lot, Dad.

But you know,

it was almost like entertainment.

Hey, I won tonight.

You hear me?

I won.

What do you think about that?

I think you're ridiculous.

You're nothing but a street fighter.

You looked like a loser in there.

Everything I know about losing

I learned from you, Dad.

- I'm your father.

- Yeah, some father you are.

The only thing you had the heart to love

you practically beat into a grave.

- Shut up with that.

- You just had to push her, didn't you?

I mean it!

Until she'd rather die

than answer to you, huh?

I said shut up with that!

I could snap your neck right now

if I felt like it.

- I could kill you if I felt like it.

- No, no, no. Please.

Mom begged.

Did you stop when she said please?

- I can't remember.

- Diana, stop it!

You belong to me now.

How does it feel to see

so much of yourself so close?

- How does it feel?

- Diana, stop!

Please, Diana, stop.

Just stop.

All these years,

you just looked right through me.

Look what the cat dragged in.

- Who are they?

- Those are Hector's kids.

He doesn't see them too often.

Never mind.

Who was that?

Nobody. Quit it.

- Oh, please.

- No, I'm serious.

This athletic sh*t makes you,

like, a class achiever.

- You think so?

- Yeah.

Well, now that I got

school all covered...

I only have the world

outside of these walls to f*** up.

Damn, girl, that's grim.

It's the truth.

- Holy sh*t.

- What?

Ex-hundred percent man

is to your left.

Stop being so obvious.

Damn, girl.

- That's him with the forearms?

- Yeah.

Well, if he's such an ex,

what's he doing here?

I don't know. Maybe he's

a glutton for punishment or something.

A glutton for punishment, loca?

- Yeah.

- Sh*t, you better go over there.

I heard you fought Ray.

You're right.

He's a f***ing case.

I feel pretty f***ing stupid out here,

waiting for school to be let out.

Then don't.

Right.

So, where's your woman when

she doesn't have her tongue in your ear?

Or do you only bring her out

for special occasions?

I came here to say I'm sorry.

Sorry for what, Adrian?

Proving to your friends

you can still snag the pretty girl?

You got yourself

a f***in' trophy now.

Bet it makes you feel

real big inside, huh?

I don't feel too big right now.

As a matter of fact,

I feel pretty f***ing small around you.

Must be nice.

Yeah, well, it's not.

You and me,

we just met each other, right?

We barely know each other.

No problem.

So, then leave.

- Maybe I don't wanna leave.

- Why?

You're off the hook now,

free to do whatever.

That's not all

I wanted to say.

I told Karina it wasn't

gonna work out with her.

I told her

I finally met somebody that...

makes something happen for me.

Just 'cause it's true doesn't mean

I know what to do about it, okay?

You got anything to say to that?

So I'm someone, huh?

Yeah, you are.

I was wrong.

There's more than

one of you out there.

And I hear she's good.

She's a southpaw, and she's won

most of her matches 'cause of it.

These next couple of weeks

I'm gonna train you so hard...

you'll be wired like a machine.

There's all kinds

of fighters out there.

The more versatile you are,

the better prepared you are.

You gotta learn how to manage your

power, 'cause you got more of it...

than people realize.

How you gonna do that?

First, you're gonna

strengthen yourjab.

Feels funny, right?

Southpaw now.

Okay? I'm Ricky.

I'm Ricky.

Come on. Good.

Jab, jab.

Very nice.

Very clever.

Girls, I want a good, clean fight.

It's my decision if one of you

needs a standing eight count.

If you score a knockdown,

go to the farthest neutral corner...

and stay there.

Don't come out until

I tell you to resume fighting.

Got it? Let's go.

The key to this

is not losing your cool.

The judges are gonna give that to Stiles

'cause they see her hands moving.

Remind them you're in there with her.

That was nice.

Okay, your punches are making contact.

Your defense is strong.

But you gotta stagger her.

These judges won't give you any points

if they can't see you slowing her down.

Stop.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a split decision.

Hill judges 29-27 for Guzman.

Ferrara judges 29-27 for Stiles.

Anderson judges 28-27 for Guzman.

And the bout goes to Guzman.

Based on the results

of the preliminary matches...

you've been advanced

to the finals.

Even though the first fight

was stopped?

Yep.

You scored better than

a lot of the kids in your division.

That's great.

So, uh, who's next?

Come on, Cal.

You saw her with Stiles.

- What's going on here?

- I'll tell you what.

This rinky-dink operation...

excuse my candor, Ira...

let this goddamn gender-blind program

get out of hand.

You signed him up for it.

Boys are different from girls.

What's so wrong about

saying it out loud?

Boys are different from girls.

No girl has what it takes to be a boxer.

Neither do most boys.

I'm gonna petition the fight.

Oh, come on,

you're the one always complaining...

you can't get enough matches

for your guys.

Adrian's young.

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