Kathleen Hope
“I’m telling you Ange,” Robbie said as he wrapped the tape around my hands. “There are top notch girls here. Girls who will give you a run for your money. Not like the ones over at Rudy’s gym.”
“What was wrong with them? I thought they were good training partners.” I said, flexing my hands.
Robbie glanced at me. “You could whip every one of them in less than a minute. That’s not going to help your training, Ange. You need someone who’s going to challenge you. These girls are contenders.”
“And I’m not?”
He sighed. “You are, hon. All I’m saying is that if you want your shot at the big stage, you need to get some new, fresh opponents and training partners. That’s all.” He pulled me to stand and helped me put my gloves on and lace them up. He hugged my gloves against his che
