An excerpt from “Babyface: Steal the Show”:
“Mr. Foley,” Lucy begged the man’s attention, “I’m Lucy Dowd, sir. You knew my uncle, Lucky.”
“And I knew you too,” Foley said, stepping back, “the pig-tailed kid always bouncing around that ring in Burlington, every time I was booked there. Wow— look at ya!”
“My uncle still speaks well of you, sir. I’m trained by him, and I’m looking for work.”
“Now, sweetheart, I…”
“It’s Lucy, sir; and I’m good. If there’s a spot on your show, I’d love to prove it.”
“You got your uncle’s confidence.”
“His dropkick too, sir.” Foley softened, taking the liking to her that most old-timers did, but told her he didn’t have another female for her to work. “I’ll wrestle anyone, sir.”
“It’s Foley,” he said, “an’ I’m sorry Lucy, but I ain’t putting a gal in the ring with a man, least-of-all the niece o’ Lucky Dowd.”
“I understand,” Lucy told him. “Thanks anyway, Foley. I won’t take any more of your time.”
“How far you come to hear me tell you no,” Foley asked her, again taking Lucy in, head-to-toe.
“King’s Mountain,” Lucy told him, holding her breath that Foley might reconsider.
“Stick around, alright, stay for the show. I can’t put you on, but… let’s just see.”
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