Then I heard them, Olga's laughter and the harsh sound of Megan's voice telling all the girls to go home.

Damn... this is not the place for a chick fight.

I put on my pants and my T-shirt and hurriedly walked out the door. Olga was enjoying Megan's outburst with my group while Fred was trying to handle the situation. Some boxing journalists were taking pictures of them, I whispered to Fred to settle the cost with him. I didn't want her face splattered in any cheap tabloids.

"Come on baby, ...