Killer Bee will kick my butt

Killer Bee has her game face on.

It's a sneer, almost. A face made to fight.

She squirms as her coach dabs Vaseline on her cheeks. Closes her eyes as the blue headgear slides over her head.

The uncomfortable mouth guard comes next. It's a forced sneer now.

Killer Bee looks a little nervous standing in the worn blue boxing ring, looking down at the boys and teenagers who congregate every evening at the Upton Boxing Gym, where the noise from Pennsylvania Avenue fades with the thud of blows and the shuffle of feet.