Take a picture it'll last longer
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"Come on Yamilet your opponent is here" my manager said I gave him that name. I didn't want them knowing my real name he's the only one that uses that name other than my uncle and the referee.
"Okay give me the info"
"He's seventeen pro boxer and has only lost one time towards the beginning of his fighting I have nothing else on his tactics" he answered.
"Pro boxer huh? I do like my challenges" I laughed.
"Look Yamilet I think you shouldn't fight this one I don't know he seems like he could win" my manager said not trying to make eye contact I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him on the wall I looked straight into his eyes.
"Are you doubting me!"
"N-no" he stuttered
"Good now do your job and shut it that's what you get paid for don't you" I let go of him and patted his head
"Sometimes I think you're a bit too manly " I laughed he's a nice guy but sometimes he can be an ass. As soon as he starts doubting I'm going to win he calls off the fight I hate when he does that I only chose him as my manager because he was here to get money to provide for his ill mother and four-year-old brother junior. Who I'm very fond of the rest of the managers were in their forties and looked like perverts he's the only eighteen-year-old manager and he's very good at getting me fights truth be told he's hot but it’s strictly business with us.
"Well let's get this over with don't worry I'll win okay" we entered the second floor as soon as I stepped in everything got silent.
"Guess who's back bitches" I smirked I only come when I have a match it’s been a month since I had one people started cheering.
"Damn babe you look hot" I turned to see Scarlett giving me a wide smile her shoulder-length red hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her nose piercing was on her light blue eyes looked like they were glowing under the bad lighting of the factory. She was wearing a white tank top some black tights her combat boots and a leather jacket I winked at my best friend and kept walking towards the canvas I felt eyes burning holes on the back of my head I turned around.
"Didn't your parents teach you it's not nice to glare" the referee came in the canvas and gave me a nod I nodded back signaling that I was ready.
"Ladies and gentlemen on the left side of the ring we have Cory..." I froze. Cory? No, it could be any Cory right there plenty of Cory’s in Michigan right I looked towards the left and sure enough Cory was their crap I hope he doesn't recognize me I started to panic I doubt if he's never seen me without my glasses and baggy clothing, okay Yasmine take a deep breath everything is okay.
"And on the right, we have our one and only knock out queen Yamilet!" the crowd started cheering and chanting my name I mentally slapped myself, okay Yasmine get in the game this is your chance to get back at Cory for all the things he's done to you I smirked.
"Shake hands" the referee told us we walked up to the middle of the ring and held out my hand and shook Cory’s hand. I could feel him eye raping me good he doesn't recognize me my smirk got bigger.
"Take a picture it'll last longer” I let go of his hand and took two steps back.
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