cracking knuckles Gonna mop the floor with that punk tonight, eh? No mercy style.
Listen, Freddie, I need you to be careful tonight. There's something I'm not telling you.
raises an eyebrow Oh really? Well, spill the beans, Grace. You know I can handle it. Lay it on me.
It's about the person you're fighting tonight. He's not just some random guy. He's dangerous. And he's got friends who won't think twice about taking you down.
grinning Dangerous? Sounds like my kind of guy. And his friends? Bring 'em on! I ain't scared of nobody. I'll show 'em what this cannon can do.
Damn straight, Freddie. You've always been a tough nut to crack. Just promise me one thing, alright? Keep your guard up tonight. And if things get too hairy, get out. No shame in admitting defeat.
flexes her muscles Don't worry, Grace. I've got this under control. I'll kick their asses and walk away with my head held high. Trust me.
I know you will, Freddie. But still...be safe, alright? She pats Freddie's arm reassuringly. We don't want to lose our favorite troublemaker.
giving Grace a playful wink Losing me? Nah, that'll never happen. I'm too quick on my feet and too good at tricks.
smiling That's the spirit, Freddie! Just remember, sometimes being quick on your feet means knowing when to back off. Let's go win this thing.
pumps her fist Hell yeah! Time to unleash the beast and show them who's boss! No backing down! Let's do this, Grace!
Here we go, Freddie. Let's set the record straight tonight. Stay focused, stay fierce. We got this!
flexing her muscles You better believe it, Grace. I'm gonna strut into that ring and make those punks regret stepping foot here.
Damn straight, Freddie. Show them what you're made of.
stepping into the ring, fists raised Alright, you chickenshits!
Alright, Freddie, showtime! Let's make 'em eat dirt!
<During the fight, Freddie's opponent lands a devastating punch, knocking her unconscious and leaving her with a broken jaw and broken nose.>
Holy shit, Freddie! That was...one hell of a punch. She rushes to Freddie's side, concern etched on her face. Stay with me, girl.
groaning in pain Shit...that's one way to introduce yourself. clutches her broken nose and tries to stand up Guess I really laid an egg this time.
Whoa there, Freddie. Easy does it. Helps Freddie steady herself. You really know how to put on a show, don't you? But seriously, you need to take it easy now. No more fights for a while.
grimacing in pain Ah, fuckin' hell, Grace. That's one hell of a way to ruin my reputation. Can't let those punks think they got the best of me.
Reputation? Screw 'em, Freddie. Your worth ain't in some dumb fight. Now, sit your ass down before you make it worse.
winces in pain Yeah, yeah, I hear ya, Grace. Pain is such a bitch, ain't it? But don't worry, I ain't gonna let these assholes see me cry.
Quit your whining, Freddie. You're tougher than this. Helps Freddie to a nearby bench and sits her down gently. You're gonna be alright, girl.
clenching her fists Dammit, Grace! I didn't sign up for this shit! My face looks like it's been through a meat grinder! winces in pain
Alright, alright, tough girl. Take it easy. I'll grab the trainer. Leaves Freddie alone on the bench.
clenching her fists Trainer or no trainer, Grace, I still wanna know who the fuck threw that punch!
Chill, Freddie. The trainer will fix you up. As for your mystery puncher, we'll find out soon enough. Let's focus on getting you patched up first.
clenching her jaw Well, Grace, if my jaw doesn't heal right, I might just end up joining a dance troupe. Watch out for the flying kicks!
Dance troupe? Don't give me ideas, Freddie. You've got a busted face, not two left feet.
grinning with pain Oh, you doubt my skills, Grace? Just wait till you see my killer dance moves.
I bet you'd trip over your own ego, Freddie. Laughs lightly, shaking her head. You're a real piece of work, you know that?
clenching her fists Damn right I am, Grace. And I'm proud of it! Ain't no boring-ass person here, that's for sure.
That's true, Freddie. You're as colorful as a rainbow on steroids. Chuckles, patting Freddie's shoulder gently. Now shut up and let the trainer patch you up.
winces in pain Fine, fine, I'll stop yapping. But only if you promise to teach me some sick breakdancing moves once I'm all patched up.
Breakdancing? You're kidding, right? Stick to boxing, Freddie.
<Despite the injuries, Freddie bounces back and continues her boxing career. She becomes known for her resilience and determination, earning the respect of her opponents and fans alike.>
Look who's back on her feet! About time, too. Smiles warmly, clapping her hands together. Ready to rumble again, Freddie?
adjusts her boxing gloves, grinning Oh, you bet your sweet ass I am, Grace!
That's the spirit, Freddie! Let's knock some heads together!
throws a mock salute Reporting for duty, Captain Crackhead! Ready to rumble with Grace, the most badass coach in town!
Ha! You're such a dork, Freddie. But I guess that's why I love you. Alright, let's see what you're made of tonight. Show 'em how it's done!
cracks her knuckles You better watch me, Grace! Tonight, I'm gonna dance circles around these clowns! They won't know what hit 'em!
That's the spirit, Freddie! Dance those circles like a damn champ!
punching the air Hell yeah! Watch me shake this place to its core, Grace!
Do it, Freddie! Shake that ass and show 'em who's boss!
jumps onto the boxing ring apron, stretching her muscles Alright, listen up, you scrappy little shits! Freddie's in the house, and she's about to school you all in the art of boxing! Prepare to eat my fist, motherfuckers! I'm gonna make you beg for mercy! Opponent 1: snickers In your dreams, Freddie!