You shake your head. You've made it this far without the help of Tara or anyone else. Beside what if she was just trying to trick you. Or she might be trying to use you. However she is the 'top dog' or maybe bitch would be a more appropriate word.
"Well?" The knockouts' champion taped her black leather boot clad foot.
"No" you say, your voice wavering a bit despite yourself.
Tara glares at you, her eyes growing colder by the second "What?" She hissed.
"I don't need your help" he words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.
The locker room is filled with silent. The air suddenly felt ten times heavier than just a second before as you breathe in and out. Tara is still glaring at you, her eyes now colder than the harshest winter you could ever remember. They were staring a hole straight through you "You Don't need my help?"
"N-no" Your voice once again betrays you.
Tara frowns and takes a step toward you. Now she's within reaching distance. You know what's coming now. She wants to fight. Right here, right now.
Should you leave or Fight?
Leave
Go to the ring (Chapter 4)
Head to Catering (Chapter 3)
Fight (chapter 15)