With Isaiah not following Chelsea's every move, Chelsea could finally focus on the hell that was about to break lose on her family.
Even though her and her dad didn't speak as they used to and they no longer had a good relationship, they both put aside their bad blood to focus on business.
Arthur and Chelsea stood in the middle of the ground floor of the Shelby factory, a long rope wrapped around four posts forming a square.
Arthur called all the workers to place bets on who was going to win whilst Aberama helped Bonnie put on his boxing gloves.
"Come on, Princess." said Arthur.
Chelsea walked over to her Uncle who had jumped over the ropes and he picked her up, placing her back on the ground behind the ropes.
Billy Mills, the former heavyweight champion of Staffordshire, Warwickshire and Worcestershire, stepped into the ring to face Bonnie Gold.
He was a lot bigger than Bonnie in all ways imaginable and their height difference stood up out they hit each other's gloves before the fight began.
"It's a bit bad, isn't it?" Chelsea said up to her Uncle as the two contestants stood in their corners, "Bonnie doesn't stand a chance. That lads massive."
"Thats the fun of it." Arthur smiled.
They began. Both of them throwing small jabs and dodging them when the other went in for a bigger punch.
Because of Bonnie's age, he was able to move faster than the man but he didn't seem to be hitting the man back.
"Your boy knows he can hit back, right?" Arthur said, speaking over Chelsea and to Aberama who stood beside her.
Aberama nodded, watching his son closely, "I told him in the professional game people want their money's worth, don't win too fast. But if you've seen enough. . .Finish him Bonnie!"
Bonnie swung once and another time to the man's body, making his face crease in pain before he finished him off with a right hook to the face.
Billy Mills fell to the floor and Bonnie circled around the ring, smirking over at Chelsea and throwing his gloves in the air.
"Fuck me, that was a punch." Arthur nodded in approval, "What's he got in those gloves? Horse shoes or what?"
"Nope." Abernathy said, climb into the ring, "Just his dad's strength and his mother's temper."
As Aberama took the gloves off his son, Bonnie stared directly into Chelsea's eyes.
"Nice shot." Chelsea said, studying the boys unmarked face, "I'm impressed."
"That was the goal." Bonnie laughed.
"Does he have fits?" Tommy asked, walked in front of Chelsea and blocking Bonnie from her view.
"No." Aberama said, shaking his head.
"Asthma?"
"Nope."
"How's he cut?" Arthur asked.
"Well, no one's cut him yet, but his skins thick." Aberama said.
"Does he drink?"
"Water, sometimes." Aberama said as Bonnie laughed.
"How many fights?"
"Twenty five, bare knuckle, all knockouts, five with gloves, in pastures, all knockouts."
"Against Romany fighters?" Chelsea asked, forcing herself in between Tommy and Arthur.
"Thats why they won't let us in the fairs no more, he keeps winning." Aberama said.
