Girlfight Page #6

He works hard.

He's a good-looking kid.

Ayear from now I want him

grooming for the pros.

Then you're pushing him.

You can't humiliate

my guy like this!

Ira, I need your support.

File your protest,

but don't ask me to get involved.

I will say this.

Let the boxers box,

and that'll speak for itself.

Unbelievable.

Hector, if this happens...

I'm telling Adrian no mercy.

You understand?

Yeah. So will she.

This is crazy.

And Cal's right.

This fucks with my record.

It's your amateur record.

At least we got the same disadvantage:

We know each other's habits.

F***!

Come on. Stiles makes fights, right?

You said it yourself.

You have lost your mind.

I got it.

I won't make my weight.

- What?

- I'll eat for a f***ing change.

I won't fight you,

and that's it.

- Who says you're the only one fighting?

- I'm sorry, Diana.

I haven't trained all this time

to be stuck in a ring with a girl.

- Stuck with a girl.

- Okay.

Stuck with you.

- You're afraid I might win.

- No.

You're gonna play it

all manly and protective on me now.

Look, I'm just being honest.

- You're just like any other guy.

- Oh, yeah?

What kind of a guy goes around

beating up a girl that...

That he what?

What?

Just forget it.

It's not right.

Fine. All I know...

is if you don't fight me

in this match...

you're less of a man

than you think you are.

What is it that

you want from me anyway?

You want me to take you

a little more seriously, huh?

Is that what you want?

Is that your idea

of Prince Charming?

You need to take yourself

a little more seriously.

Who's the one who said

it was all about the challenge?

Who's the one who said

that they love to win?

Well, I'm not gonna love

winning this one.

Then maybe you shouldn't

be a boxer.

Oh, say can you see

By the dawn's early light

What so proudly we hailed

At the twilight's last gleaming

Whose broad stripes and bright stars

Through the perilous fight

O'er the ramparts we watched

Were so gallantly streaming

And the rockets'red glare

The bombs bursting in air

Oh, I'm sorry.

This seat is saved for someone.

That our flag was still there

You know what? Forget it.

They're not coming.

Oh, say does that star-spangled

- The card says Diana Guzman. Look.

- Must be a misprint.

It doesn't look like

a misprint to me.

O'er the land of the free

And the home

Of the brave

How you feeling?

Like I got nothing to lose.

Good, then.

Inside, you know him?

- Yeah.

- How's he fight?

He's always stepping left.

He relies on his right for power.

He jabs low,

and his right cross can knock me out.

Inside, you know yourself?

Yeah, I do.

Then that's all you need.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen...

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen...

to history in the making.

New York's first gender-blind

amateur boxing finals.

In the gold shorts...

weighing in at 125 pounds...

Lead him with your jab.

Keep moving to your left.

Force him to come to you.

And in the lovely purple shorts...

- I can't go through with this, Cal.

- Yes, you can.

Just do some damage in this round

and it will be short and sweet.

Ladies and gentlemen,

clap your hands for...

Diana Guzman.

Box!

Pick up the pace, okay?

- You're doing good by leading him.

- I got to get to his body more.

So she's got some defensive skills.

So what?

Take her out and finish her.

Give me.

Box!

His jabs are getting low and his swings

are wild. That leaves him open.

Work your way inside and go for

his brain every chance you get.

I don't care who this guy is to you.

Don't be afraid to hurt him.

Get up, get up, get up!

Boxers, center of the ring, please.

Ladies and gentlemen...

we have a unanimous decision.

The amateur featherweight champ

in these finals is...

Diana Guzman!

Yeah!

Satisfied?

In all my life,

I never been so proud.

Never.

Let's go.

You got a deadly hook.

Someone really worked you over.

Your right cross

is no powder puff.

I gave you everything I had.

Me too.

Boxing, going pro...

I want it to be my ticket out.

But I gave you an opening.

It was stupid.

But that's what happens.

You just take advantage.

Yeah.

So, now I lose your respect, huh?

No.

After the other night?

Come on.

You boxed with me

like I was any other guy.

You threw down

and you showed me respect.

Don't you see what that means?

That life with you is war.

Maybe.

Maybe life's just war, period.

You said it.

My life's been a mess

since I met you.

So, you gonna dump me now?

Probably.

Promise?

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