Fightin' For This Love (Completed)

Chapter 2

*Isis POV

I arrived at the gym and saw my manager Ryan.

"What up champ"

"The usual training"

"You need a life"

"Nah I'm fine"

"Bih you need some pussy in yo life"

"Nigga I get more pussy in a day then yo entire life."

"Man fuck you"

"Nah i ain't with that dick shit"

"This hoe" he said laughing.

    Me and Ryan go way back to when I first put a pair of gloves on. I was about 10 when mg dad and him figure out I was really good at it. He became my manager because well I don't trust nobody and he pretty good.

"Where Jimmy at" Jimmy was my trainer.

"He said he was running late and for you to stretch out and do some jump roping."

"Aight one" I dap him up and headed to my little corner. No body goes to my corner. Its my lil peace and quiet section of the gym.

   I look up and see a whole bunch of girls wearing they vest outfits and weaves. Its that time of year when Christian Wilkes(the CEO of WBE[women boxing entertainment]) gets new girls for the ring. I pretty much scope out the ones who look freaky and get down. Ion do that relationship shit and everybody knows it.

  It was pretty much quiet till someone bust in the gym. The fuck.

"I.....am......soo.....sorry... I'm late" she said out of breath. Lil mama look tired as hell. What did she run here or something.

"Its fine take a sit please" Ryan said trying not to laugh. His ol unprofessional ass. Who the hell put him in charge?

She came and pass by me and threw her bag in my corner. Bish whet! Hell nah who she thinks she is. She better pick it up before it ends up in the garbage.

"Um excuse me" I said to her. She turned around.

"Yes?" when she turn around I realize lil mama fine ass hell. She was short mix looking and had nice ass body. I saw some tattoos and damn need drool on the floor when I saw a peak of that ass. Her eyes were huge and hazel greenish color. Damn. I know where she finna be tonight.....in my bed.

"Uhh never mind its coo imma let it slide"

"Okay....uhh"

"You don't know me" she must be playin. How the hell she don't know me. The fyck she in my gym and she don't know me.

"Sorry no"

"Isis Amine(ah-mee-n)"

"Janessa Thompson nice to meet you" she said extending her hand. I shook and damn that shit was soft. Mhm mama had my stomach doing cartwheels.

"All the ladies line up please" Ryan said.

"I have to go!" she said and ran to join the rest of the girls. Ooo weee that ass was jiggling like jello!

I went back to my jump rope. Janessa. I like that name sounds...freaky.

*Janessa POV

I ran to the girls thinking about Isis. She was so hot! She was tall and muscular but not too manly. She had long straight hair and some plump ass lips. Her eyes were light light brown like Carmel. She was a nice shade of brown. Plus she had tattoos. Bottom line she was what I was looking for in a women. I felt bad that I didn't know who she was.

"Alright ladies listen up only six of you will be chosen for this job" the man said. There was about twenty of us. These girls were pretty. Damn I don't stand a slight chance.

"What we need you to do is step forward and state your name, age, height, and weight. Let's start down here" he pointed to the opposite end of me. Lawd its gonna be a long day.

After 19 basic bitches went it was my turn. I was hungry tired and my legs hurt. I should've wore sandals.

"Uh my name is Janessa Thompson. I'm 23. 5'4. 176 pounds." the girls began snickering when I said my weight. I was the biggest girl here. Honestly it was all my ass and breast. I had a flat belly thanks to my waist trainer that I wore everyday. I look at the girls and they stop. Thought so. I maybe short and soft spoken but I ain't afraid to cut a bitch. Mama didn't raise no pussy!

"Okay well that's it. We have your number and photo so we will call you if we are interested. Thank you all for coming. Please see your way out." Well then! I stood there for almost an hour and a half, ran three blocks, skip breakfast for that.  I had bigger problems to worry about. How the hell am I gonna get home?!?

   I went back to where Isis was and saw she wasn't there. Instead she was in the biking ring throwing punches into the interview guy palm. I took my iPhone 5s out and Google her name. OMG she's a boxer!! I thought I was gonna work with men. Wow I feel stupid. I look at her one more time and headed for the door. I had a long walk ahead of me.