Chapter 10

The boxing gym was filled with a few spectators; Willow and Tara sat on the far side, to make sure the restraining order stayed in affect, Faith was in the ring warming up making jabbing and various other punches. Clarrise was in a corner of the ring getting herself worked up to do this, bouncing on the balls of her feet; she noticed the redhead sitting with Tara about one hundred-fifty yards away.

The referee brought the two women into the center, "Ok, no cheap shots, nothing below the waist line, a fair fight, Understood?" Both women nodded, however Faith knew she wasn't playing fair then again it was her gym. "Touch gloves please."

The women touched gloves and the bell rang signaling the beginning of the match; circling each other, each woman looked for a opening. As Clarrise came in swinging, the agent ducked and swerved keeping her elbows tucked in, bringing a right hook up between the woman's arms and connecting with the right side of her chin.

The director stumbled back growling; she wanted the first shot, charging Faith she swung at the woman's head. Faith brought her arm up to block, as she did Clarrise swung her opposite hand; the glove connecting with her stomach. Grunting the brunette stepped back, composing herself as they began to circle again.

The referee kept a sharp eye on them, separating them when it got too heated; noticing Faith was playing with a lot more vigor then she usually does. By round 4, Clarrise's face was almost a bloody pulp while faith had maybe a bruise or two; everyone wondered how much punishment the director was going to put up with before she gives in.

Leaning into Tara; Willow whispered, "Dan she is stubborn, any good player would have given up by now. She looks like shit." This made the blonde giggle, taking the redhead's hand they continued to watch the match; knowing their friend Faith would win.

After round seven; the referee called it quite, raising faith's hand in victory. At this proclamation Clarrise was seething, wiping her bloody mouth she swung at the agent, but all too soon faith ducked and nailed her with a left uppercut right square on the woman's chin. The woman fell to the matt; her head bouncing off the surface eyes glassy, it was a full knockout.

Faith knelt down; knowing the women could hear here, "Come near Tara or Willow, try to hurt either of them, and you get worse then a knockout. Good riddance." The agent hopped out of the ring, one of her trainers looking at her face and ribs, applying medicine as needed; waving at Willow and Tara smiling.

The two women waving back; motioned they were going to go, seeing the nod from their friend they made their way outside. "That was actually a great match, too bad Clarrise is such an idiot." The blonde nods as they make their way to Willow's black Ferrari that was delivered that morning. Cllimbing in they head to Tara's first meeting with producers of a movie she might accept for the following summer.

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Back in the locker room; Clarrise was being tended too by a few of Faith's on hand trainer's, trying to help the swelling of the woman's face go down. "Man girl, you should have stopped at round two." One man stated, dabbing the woman's swollen face as it gradually starts to shrink back to normal. The woman didn't say anything; she was just happy to be able to see somewhat again, "That Faith she throwsh a goodsh punsch."

All three men nodded in agreement, "She ain't the middle-weight Champion of L.A. for nothing. Anyone in her weight class, she mops the floor with." A blonde man stated as he cleans up the bloody towels and rags. The woman's eyes widened; she never knew the agent was an actual boxing champion, "Well that explains that, man I should have never agreed to the match." She noticed her speech was back to normal and sighed happily as the men kept helping her.

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In Alabama a man was getting packing to go see his daughter; moving to the car to load up his things, smiling as he thought of seeing his daughter after so many years. "Been too long my lil one, maybe this time I can get you to come back to Alabama to do what you were supposed to all along, this actress crap is such nonsense.

Hopping into his car he quickly makes his way to the interstate, once moving with the flow of traffic he goes through the list he has in his mind, "Try and talk her out of being an actress, get her home where she belongs, and make sure she sure as hell knows she has been livin in sin these few years." Nodding to himself he turns on country music heading down the road.

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Coming out of the meeting; the two women were wearing large grins, Willow had witnessed Tara's prowess as the blonde got exactly what she wanted to be able to do this movie. "Tara you are a force to be reckoned with, that was WOW!" Grinning the redhead opens the door for Tara, making sure she is in before shutting the door; moving to the other side and getting in. "So we have a couple hours before you have to be at your studio to look over the sets for that independent film, also I have in the back seat your first script for the new upcoming show staring Tara MaClay called, 'Wild Impulses'."

Chuckling Tara grabbed the script from the back seat; beginning to look through it while her assistant drove to the little Mom and Pop restaurant they ate at the other day. Pulling into the lot, they quickly went inside; Bob excitedly greeted them. "Welcome back ladies, I will sit you at the same table as last time." Following the man, Tara almost bumped into the flirtatious waiter they had the last time because she was intently reading her parts of the script.

"Oh sorry…" She looked up and saw the smiling boy in front of her, "Not a problem Miss, bump into me anytime." He replied with a sly grin. Shaking her head she joined Willow at the table, "This script is pretty good, and I get to solve a grisly psycho murder. Looks like it will take a few episodes to catch the main killer, but we nab his partner in this episode."

The redhead listened; however most of her attention was watching the waiter who was making his way over here, grumbling under her breath before he got to the table. "Good day again ladies, what can I get you both to drink?" He once again winked at Tara, frowning when the blonde didn't notice.

"I'll have a ice tea please, with just a little ice." The blonde stated as she set down the script and picked up the menu. "And I will have a Cherry Coke please, we still need a few minutes to decide what to eat." The redhead deadpanned her request, annoyed that this man was being this way. Giving the blonde one more look, the waiter left to fill their drink requests; wondering why the blonde wouldn't even give him the time of day.

"Ya know that waiter has it bad for you Tare, it's funny but a little annoying." Willow looked in the waiter's direction, scowling as she looked up over her menu. "Hehe Will honey, don't worry he has nothing I want, then again this lovely woman I am having lunch with right now, she has everything I want." Tara replied with a half-smirk.

Willow blushed the color of her hair as the waiter came back, noticing the redhead blush he looked confused; shaking his head he pulled out his pad. "What can I get you ladies for lunch?" The blonde set her menu down smirking, "Can I have the house salad with a side of a beautiful redhead." She stated, waiting a few seconds letting what she said sink in.

"Excuse me the salad with what side?" He asked his eyes widening as he looked between two women, 'Oh gees no wonder, she likes the redhead!' Shaking his head he asks again, "What kind of side would you like?" The blonde looked up at him, "Just a side of ranch is fine, that'll be all for me." She handed him the menu as she looked back at Willow.

Catching her breath that was stuck in her throat Willow squeaked out, "Same for me please." Downing half her coke as she locked eyes with Tara wondering what was going on in the Actress' mind.

TBC