Chapter Three

Paris stared down at her phone, her brow furrowed in frustration as she read the barrage of nasty text messages from Lakendra.

She had tried to be the bigger person and reach out to her former boxing rival, hoping to clear the air about the messages Lakendra had sent to Phil.

But instead of being reasonable, Lakendra had lashed out, hurling insults and accusations. Paris couldn't believe how quickly the situation had escalated.

As she sat in the makeup chair, Paris's mind raced. She had been looking forward to this Hollywood event tonight, a chance to mingle with some of the biggest stars and further cement her status outside of boxing.

But now, thanks to Lakendra's antics, her name was being dragged through the mud on social media.

Paris shook her head in disgust, her glam team watching her nervously. "I tried to be the bigger person with this girl, and look how she's trying to drag my name through the mud," Paris vented, her voice laced with frustration.

Her makeup artist placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Ignore her, Paris. Don't let Lakendra ruin your night."

But Paris wasn't one to back down from a fight, especially when her reputation was on the line. "I'm going to try and ignore it for now," she said, her jaw set with determination.

As Paris finished getting ready, her mind continued to race. She couldn't believe Lakendra had the audacity to call her out on social media, especially after Paris had tried to extend an olive branch.

It made her blood boil. But she knew she needed to keep her composure, at least for now.

This was a high-profile event, and she couldn't afford to let her personal drama overshadow her moment in the spotlight.

When Paris arrived at the event, she was greeted by the familiar faces of Phil, Trinity, and Pamela.

The four of them walked the red carpet, posing for photos and basking in the adoration of the crowd.

For a moment, Paris was able to push Lakendra's antics to the back of her mind, focusing on the excitement and energy of the event.

But that peace was shattered the moment Lakendra and her crew arrived.

Paris watched, her jaw clenched, as Lakendra stormed up to her, her eyes blazing with fury. "This is not the time or place for this," Phil warned, stepping in front of Paris protectively.

"Shut the fuck up," Lakendra spat, her words dripping with venom.

Paris felt her blood boil. "Don't talk to my man like that," she shot back, her voice low and dangerous.

The two women began to argue, their voices rising as the tension escalated. Lakendra and her crew made a move to jump Paris, but Phil quickly stepped in, shielding Paris from harm.

Paris felt a surge of gratitude towards her boyfriend, grateful that he was there to protect her.

But the confrontation didn't end there. Lakendra, apparently unsatisfied with her failed attempt to ambush Paris, waited for her outside the event venue, determined to settle the score one-on-one.

Paris felt a mix of agitation and adrenaline as she faced off against her former rival.

This was the moment she had been dreading, but also a chance to finally put an end to this feud.

As the two women circled each other, Paris could feel the eyes of the crowd upon them.

She knew that this was being captured on camera, that the world was watching their every move.

But in that moment, all that mattered was her and Lakendra, and the long-standing rivalry that had brought them to this point.

Paris began to throw false punches, testing Lakendra's defenses, trying to goad her into making the first move. Lakendra, ever the aggressor, took the bait, lashing out with a flurry of blows.

But Paris was quick, her years of boxing experience giving her the edge. She easily dodged Lakendra's attacks, her own fists flying in a series of lightning-fast jabs and hooks.

The two women danced around each other, their movements graceful yet vicious.

Paris could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, fueling her every punch.

She was in her element, her body moving with a fluid, instinctive rhythm that had been honed through countless hours of training.

As the fight raged on, Paris could feel the anger and frustration that had been building inside her finally bubbling to the surface.

She had tried to be the bigger person, to let Lakendra's taunts and insults roll off her back.

But now, with her reputation on the line and her pride at stake, Paris was ready to unleash the full force of her fury.

With a sudden burst of speed, Paris lunged forward, grabbing Lakendra by the hair and yanking her to the ground. She rained down a flurry of blows, her fists connecting with Lakendra's face over and over again.

The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the night air, and Paris could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

But just as she was about to land another devastating blow, Paris felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her, pulling her away from Lakendra.

She struggled against Phil's grip, her eyes wild with rage. "Let me go, let me fuck this bitch up!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with fury.

Lakendra lay on the ground, her face a bloody mess. Paris could see the triumph in her eyes, as if she had somehow won by provoking Paris into this fight.

"Got you, bitch!" Paris shouted, her words dripping with venom.

As security surrounded them, Paris felt the adrenaline start to wear off, leaving her feeling drained and exhausted.

She knew that this incident was going to have consequences, that it could potentially cause trouble for her and her friends.

But in that moment, she didn't care. All that mattered was that she had finally put Lakendra in her place, and that the world had witnessed her triumph.

Trinity and Pamela approached her, their faces etched with concern. "I hope I don't cause trouble for you guys, but I couldn't let it slide," Paris said, her voice tinged with guilt.

She didn't want her friends to suffer because of her actions, but she also knew that she couldn't just sit back and let Lakendra continue to attack her.

Trinity waved her off, her expression reassuring. "We'll be fine. It's not like we were the ones fighting," she said.

Pamela nodded in agreement, her own face reflecting a similar sentiment.

Paris felt a surge of gratitude towards her friends, grateful for their unwavering support.

She knew that they had her back, no matter what.

And as Phil rested a hand on her thigh, his touch calming and reassuring, Paris felt a renewed sense of determination.

She was done letting Lakendra walk all over her.

From this moment on, Paris was going to fight back, and she was going to do it on her own terms.

No more olive branches, no more attempts at reconciliation. Lakendra had made her bed, and now she was going to have to lie in it.

As Paris walked away from the scene, her head held high, she couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph.

She had proven that she was not to be trifled with, that she was a force to be reckoned with.

And as the world watched the footage of their fight play out on social media, Paris knew that she had cemented her status as a true champion, both in and out of the ring.

But even as she basked in the glow of her victory, Paris couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret.

She had let her emotions get the better of her, and in doing so, she had risked jeopardizing her career and her relationships.

She knew that there would be consequences to her actions, and she braced herself for the fallout.

As she settled into the car, Phil's arm around her shoulders, Paris felt a sense of relief wash over her.

She was safe, she was surrounded by her loved ones, and she had proven that she was not to be messed with.

And as she looked out the window, watching the city lights blur past, Paris knew that she was ready to take on whatever came her way.

She was Paris, a star in the entertainment industry, a fierce competitor in the boxing ring, and a force to be reckoned with.

And no matter what challenges came her way, she was determined to come out on top.