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    Mo chuisle 14

    Bette approached Helena who was putting her sunglasses in
    her purse. “Helena, I need to speak to you.”

    Helena glanced at Bette and smiled. “Now, Bette I thought we
    put all this past us. All the bad blood is not good for business.

    Bette got in Helena’s face. “I’m not referring to that and
    you know it. I’m talking about Tina. You can’t be putting her in fights in the
    shape she is in.”

    Helena waved Bette off. “She wants to be a boxer and make
    money, so to do that you need fights. I’m just making the girl’s dreams come
    true. She wanted it more than me and she has been winning the fights. She is
    fine.”

    Bette balled her fists. “She is “fine?” Have you seen her
    fucking face? That does not look fine to me. She needs to heal, Helena. She
    can’t take that much pounding in a matter of two weeks. That is not good for
    her.”

    Helena sighed. “Bette, quit worrying about my boxer. I do
    know how to do my job so stop meddling in it. All I need to do is train her to
    protect her face more.”

    Bette shook her head with a dry chuckle. “You are a piece of
    work. You don’t care about her health or wellbeing. One more fight could injure
    her permanently if she doesn’t get the proper time to heal. You do realize
    this?”

    Helena remained staring at Bette, teeth clenched. “I don’t
    care, Bette. She knew when becoming a boxer she had to work hard to get her
    money regardless of minor damage.”

    Bette laughed. “Oh my god. You call her face minor? I’d
    really hate to see major to you. It would probably require a body bag. You do
    not deserve to have her as a boxer. She isn’t ready to fight the fights you are
    throwing her in. She needs a lot more training.

    Helena laughed in Bette’s face. “Man, no wonder why your
    girlfriend cheated on you and then turned around and fired you.”

    Bette was sick of Helena bringing up that moment in her
    life. She could not believe Helena had the audacity to even mention it again.

    Bette was seeing red to the point that she did not realize
    her fist was raised above her head. With a quick motion, it went crashing into
    Helena’s face.

    Helena stumbled back and wiped the blood from the corner of
    her mouth. “You are fucking crazy.”

    She walked past Bette towards the locker room.

    Bette stood there staring down at her fist still balled up.
    She couldn’t believe she did that but there was no other way she could have
    handled the situation.

    Tina retreated back into the locker room when she saw Helena
    coming. She had heard the whole conversation that was said. She knew that Bette
    had her best interest. Tina was taken aback by the punch Helena received from
    Bette. She had never seen Bette get so angry before but whatever Helena had
    said completely unraveled Bette.

    Helena pushed down on her split bottom lip adding pressure
    to stop the bleeding. She walked into the locker room and saw Tina standing
    there. She shook her head. “Bette has completely lost her mind. She should not
    train another person as long as she lives and I’ll make sure of it.”

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