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Valenzuela

Story of Week 30, 2024

17:51 Valenzuela: I’ve crossed the Mexican/American border for my underground boxing match with a 19 year old gal named Millie. The fight will take place in a warehouse a couple of miles from the border,

and a small crowd of wealthy men and women will come to watch the fight. This is to be endless 3 minute rounds, no TKO’s, fight only ends in a KO. The “ref’s” main function is to start and stop the fight and enforce standard boxing rules, but will not declare a TKO. Perfecto! I step on the scales to weigh in, at 117 lbs, and I’m 5 ft 3 in tall, 32 years old. I’m not worries about the age difference, as I expect to end the fight with my younger opponent early, using my good boxing technique. After weighing in , I change into some red and green short boxing trunks, like the Mexican flag, and then some black 8 oz boxing gloves, and black boxing boots. Hair bound up in a braid, and a red mouth guard inserted, and I’m ready to step into the ring.

17:51 Valenzuela:

18:10 MillieBoxes: Never one for normal, I agree to yet another underground boxing match. The money is great and the fights, legendary. We know NOTHING about each other which always makes for great excitement, and for very unpredictable results. Last fight, I carried my far outmatched opponent for three rounds, wrecking her by way of knockout in round 3. The warehouse is huge, the ring lit, the seats, sparce, as the only ones whom can afford it come. The elite that attend expect one thing, a knockout, with a side of exciting action. I am told to weigh in and do so, tipping the scales at 110 pounds, my 5 foot 4 inch height not giving me any real advantage, I wrap my hands and slip on my 8 ounce pink cleto reyes boxing gloves, donning all black; trunks, boots, sports bra, tucking my mouthpiece in a 'safe' place. my hair tied back in a pony, I wait for the entrance of my opponent before I exit the locker room.

18:10 MillieBoxes:

18:21 Valenzuela: I'm doing a little warmup shadow boxing in my small changing room, when the fight club manager tells me its time to enter the ring. I give him a sweet smile and move into the hallway and then move towards the entrance of the large warehouse room where the ring is located. I've wondered why a square boxing ring is called a "ring", which is circular. Who knows? Who really cares? I'm more interested in taking the cash prize with me when I leave, and leaving my opponent on the canvass. These underground matches are always a bit more dangerous, and exciting, to licensed matches as the ref does not intervene to call a TKO. As I enter the main fight area, I look over the crowd, some of them clearly making bets on the fight. I stop at the steps to the ring, and then get checked over, and they smear a light coating of Vaseline on my face, giving me a wet sweaty look already. They announce me as "THE FIRST COMBATANT TO ENTER THE RING, FIGHTING OUT OF DURANGO MEXICO, KARLA VALENZUELO LA PRINCESA! WEIGHING IN AT 117 lbs and 5 ft 3 in tall!" Then I climb the steps and glide lightly between the ropes and take up the red corner, pound my 8 oz gloves together and do some light shadow boxing, jab, jab, left hook, right uppercut, left cross, as I wait for my opponent to arrive.

18:34 Valenzuela: .

19:45 MillieBoxes: The knock on the small 'locker room' door. "It's time." I then shake my head and walk out to the 'squared circle', to little fanfare (there never is at these 'legally questionable' underground encounters). As I walk out, I get my first look at my opponent. Significantly older than I, dressed up in her nation colors, she seems capable and confident. Me? I'm always a nervous wreck before a fight. My heartrate flies, adrenaline pumping at a blistering rate, as I approach the apron, I climb through the ropes and an echo can be heard in the big warehouse. After the ref gives me a once over and the vaseline facial is applied, the ring 'announcer' chimes in. "AND HER OPPONENT, OUT OF THE BLUE CORNER, FROM THE MIDWEST HERE IN THE U.S. WEIGHING IN AT 110 POUNDS, THE 5 FOOT 4 INCH 'BATTLIN' ITALIAN', MILLIE CUCCIO!!!!!" I make my way to the opposite corner and no sooner do I do so when the ref calls us to center. He let's us know the modified rules, "... NO TKOs, NO STOPPAGES, This fight goes until one of you is out. I cannot stop it. BUT.... you listen to what I say, understood? You don't, WE will have real problems. Now touch gloves, go to your corner, and wait for the bell." I reach out to tap with you as I place my mouthguard in, I can't help but say something.... "Gonna bust you up!" and I smack my gloves as I go back to my corner.

20:42 Valenzuela: I watch closely as my opponent enters the ring, she looks fit and strong, but clearly nervous. These underground fights are more common in Mexico, and I may have an advantage here. I listen to the ref, staring blankly through my dark Latina eyes at my opponent like a zombie. Pink gloves? You gotta be kidding! No way! The pink gloves come out for a tap so I SLAM my black gloves into hers. The ref finishes, then she says something bravado. I smirk at you. “Lot’s of luck with that chica! Maybe you should have brought your barbie doll to beat me up, she would look good in pink too!” I go back to my corner, to wait for the bell, and it sure don’t take long. DING! DING! DING!. Three chimes, and I move out towards the ring centre, forming an orthodox boxing stance, left foot and glove leading, right glove held loosely near my chin, elbows tucked in, bouncing on the balls of my feet, and bobbing and weaving erratically. “C’mon chica, show me what ya got!” I hiss through my ruby red mouth guard.

20:43 Valenzuela: 3:00

21:02 MillieBoxes: Another overactive ego across the ring from me using useless glove smacks and mindless bloviating to intimidate me. I smile when on her mind are the color of my gloves, not realizing these gloves have knocked out (courtesy of their owner) many previous wanna-be boxers. I respond in kind, "Bring it... CHI... CA!" as I slide step out my corner, left leading standard orthodox stance as well. My right glove looser and not as close to my chin and cheek as yours, moving, weaving, bobbing, head and shoulders shifting with the glove movement as well. I skip step left and look to pop the left jab at your right eye shifting my weight slightly as I do, "psssh!", then quickly moving right, skip stepping, and then coming with a double left jab "pshhh pssh!" driving with more pop at your face and chin as I use my upper body to power through and test that gloved defense of yours.

21:02 MillieBoxes: 2:50

21:12 Valenzuela: And its on, as you come out of your corner, moving somewhat like me, because boxing is all about motion used to confuse and intimidate. You send out the predictable left as an opening move, moving to your left and the pink glove flashes out at my right eye, and I bring up my right guard to block it, then moving back right, the pink flashes out twice, each one going between my guard and popping me in the chin and then the mouth, rocking my head back, it was that right step that set up the punches, and I grit my teeth as you land a couple of fast moving strikes to my face. I glare at you, and try to counter punch with a right hook at you jaw, trying to swing the hook over your left shoulder, and then, stepping in closer, hissing and grunting, I try to send a left uppercut between and under your elbows to target your navel.

21:22 Valenzuela: R1 2:40

21:29 MillieBoxes: You stuff the initial jab, but the movement and double up slip through. Impact tremors and some sweat spray from your head scatter in the air when the chin music begins. Alwasy so satisfying when glove contact happens especially when it provides a clear message. And this one? "Yeah, they're Pink, all right!" I smile, moving and maneuvering, trying to not be a stationary target. When your head recoils, you try to stare me down, but there's no fear in my eyes. I know who I am in this ring. This is my domain. Not taking anything for granted as a few jabs do not make a successful fight, I stay on my toes as your counter right comes. I step AT you as you bring the right and slip UNDER it, bending at the torso and dropping my head slightly as well, the WHOOSH! over my head tells me it had some power behind it. But when you bring the left uppercut follow, as we both step at each other, I look to quickly parry it, trying to chop it down with my left forearm, hoping it leaves your chin wide open as I counter. I twist my hips, pivot my back foot, as I dig in with it and look to bring a vicious right uppercut "iisssh!" coming for the base of your chin, wanting to pop that head up to then bring a swift and nasty follow left and right hook hoping to criss cross a popped up jawline "Pshh Pshh!" and put your head on a quick swivel.

21:29 MillieBoxes: R1 2:30

21:41 Valenzuela: As you slip under my right hook and parry my left uppercut, I see you twist your hips and I catch the motion out of the corner of my eye. I quickly sidestep to my left, trying to create an angle and avoid your vicious right uppercut, which might have ended the fight quickly. My right guard comes up high to protect my jaw, so your left hook pops into my right glove pushing it into my face! I’m slow to bring my left back into guard, and that right hook comes in fast, smashing into my jaw, making spit fly, and I roll my face to the right to try to let some of the power dissipate. It’s still rocks me, and I now positively hate the color pink. I stumble a little to my right from the force of your hook, and then counter attack after regaining my footing. I send a quick over hand left towards your forehead, hoping to go over your guard, and then as I step off to my right, and closer to you, a right hook that I try to curve around your left guard towards the side of your head. But shit, that hook hurt! R1 2:20yt

21:54 MillieBoxes: Damn you move fast, your head and body movement, and defensive prowess is evident. A lesser fighter would have eaten that uppercut, but you slip it with some nice footwork. That footwork creates the ability to see the left as it comes fast, and we go leather-to-leather with our gloves. But the right sends a charge up my arm as I see and feel the impact tremor up the arm all the way to the shoulder. Your face deforms from the blow as your footwork wavers. I pursue as you reset and look to follow up when you bring that overhand left. I step at and under it as I drop my head and shoulders, bending at the waist, and it flies over my head with a quick air rush. I look to dip and bob my head left not expecting "THWACK!" Gnnhh!" Your right crashes into my left cheek below my eye. I see a quick flash as I misread the combination stepping right into the hook. Sweat flies from my moist forehead, my head swats hard to the right, and I stumble back a bit. I blink my eyes and reset, stepping back to center ring knowing I have GOT to anticipate better or I won't last long taking those kinda shots. I am on my toes, gloves back up, this time the right closer to the head. "Nice one! Don't get used to it." and I am on my toes moving and weaving daring you to chase.

21:54 MillieBoxes: R1 2:10

22:04 Valenzuela: I have nearly a panic as my left overhand is avoided by your downward movement, and my left flank is exposed, but my right hook lands, and spares me from what could have been a bad counter attack. I'm beginning to sweat considerably now, and take a deep breath. You're backing away towards the centre of the ring, but we know who won that exchange. I smirk at you, as you taunt me and get your gloves back into guard position. I take a deep breath as I come towards you, wanting to capitalize on that hook. Your head is pretty well covered, and no way will I get anything through the guard at your head, so I'm gonna have to start working on that body. I move left, then right, and then feint a right straight towrds your nose, but instead I drop the right and try to swing a right hook up to push your elbows apart, so that I can then try to send a left shovel hook under your elbows to target that liver region region, intending to work downstairs. R1 2:00

22:32 MillieBoxes: You meet me at center ring and you are clearly 'searching'. Your eyes are a tell as you look up and down me as we bob and move like a choreographed ballet. That smarmy look on your face is too confident. Your breathing is heavy for a moment, which gives me a sense you might already be winded from the fast-paced action. You push action getting in the pocket and... in range. I move and shift my body slightly right to stay away from your power hand when you bring the right upstai....."" the right doesn't come upstairs as I tighten my guard around my head, instead it crashes into my left forearm and elbow leaving in boxing terms, a gaping defensive hole aruond my waist. All I can think inside my head is "SHIT!" and try to turn and step INTO the pocket closer and twist right. Your fast handed shovel hook comes quick. Too quick to defend or block, but with the twist, saving me from a trip to the canvas if you had hit my liver. " Uuuhh!" your left hook buries itself into my core. My flexed abs try to stem the assault but the blow is solid and I fold some around the glove. I try to counter with a quick swat of my right toward your open left jawline.... "Ussssh!" but just to get you away and keep you honest. I know there's gonna be a welt there as the intimate but enthused crowd lets out a collective moan "Ohhhhhh!" as they see your glove sink into my body. I backpedal and move as I try to breathe. That one left a mark, and hurt... a lot.

22:32 MillieBoxes: R1 2:00

22:42 Valenzuela: I catch up with, and my ploy partially works, I open a pocket for my left shovel hook, but you are quick to avoid by twisting your body to the right. I know it catches you pretty good, but it's not the liver shot that would have put you down for good. I'm now breathing hard and sweating quite a bit, and I can feel the nervous tension of the rich people watching this boxing match. After my left glove pounds into you, I want to bring a right hook over towards your jaw, but your right comes over my left shoulder and that pink gloved fist hits me in the jaw! It's not a power punch, as your hurting some, but its enough to stop my right hook and make me stumble to my right, allowing you to back pedal. I breath deeply again, and come after you, as I don't want this to turn into a track and field event. I send a quick double jab towrds your forehead, hoping to go over your guard, and then a right hook, as I step right and towards you, hoping to curve it around and hit your jaw, a really power punch as I twist my hips. R1 1:40

22:55 MillieBoxes: My right makes contact and for a moment, it does its job, stopping you in your tracks and halting your follow-up. The impact although thrown mostly with my upper body does cause you to falter giving me the moment to reset, as the sound of your deep breath is heard again. But that respite is short lived as you look to dive right back into the pocket looking to push action. Hit by two heavy shots, the head shot earlier and now to the body, I realize you can throw with power too. You are right in front and come with the double " My head snaps back and recoils into the second jab as well, the impact landing first on my forehead and the second into my right eye socket. The smack of leather stings as I shudder slightly from each show, shedding a sweat shower everywhere. But the right is the one that creates the problem as it crashes right into my jawline, " Mnnfph!" My face distorts and I see stars. My knee wobbles a bit and I feel slightly dazed as spittle flies from my jowls, staggered by the blow.

22:56 MillieBoxes: R1 1:30

23:03 Valenzuela: I feel my jabs strike, the first one into the forehead, and snapping your head back, the second into the right eye socket, and I'm sure your going to have a mouse from it, but it's that power right hook that lands on your jaw that really seals it for me. I can see your face distort as my gloved fist lands with a God almighty WAMP! I almost feel sorry for you, but not really. They should never have sent a Barbie doll to fight a real boxeodora! I get a spray of spit in my face after landing that hook, and I know I need to follow up. I try to bob erratically from side to side, and then form a philly shell stance, left glove down at my navel, right glove up to my chin, then I rotate the positions, back and forth, wanting to confuse and intimidate. As my right comes backup, I snap out a straight towards your nose, then drop the right, and send a left straight towrds the chin, hoping to just show off some. R1 1:20yt

23:09 MillieBoxes: Staggered and disoriented, you are quickly in the pocket and on me quickly. You set up 'philly shell' style as I try to bob and weave, not staying put, but trying to be elusive. But, as I try to move and weave to stay away, you " GNnnff!" your straight right at my nose snapping my head back. I don't feel a trickle but it was flush flattening my face as a sweat rainbow flies in the air. The Left comes even faster... " pounding into my chin and I get dazed. mMy legs go a bit rubbery and I am in real trouble, staggering back and hitting the ropes, gloves half up, my world spinning as the mature boxer starts to work me.

23:09 MillieBoxes: R1 1:10

23:17 Valenzuela: I move back into an orthodox stance to move in lock step with you back to the ropes. I can smell blood even though that nose is not bleeding, yet. Your back presses deeply into the top rope, and those pink gloves are only at shoulder height. Maybe in a licensed fight the ref might be intervening here, who knows? Who cares? I approach cautiously at first, as even a wounded animal can be dangerous. I start with a JAB JAB, snapping each off fast towrds your right eye socket and your nose, then a right straight towards your solar plexus, twisting the punch into a cork screw to increase power, hoping those jabs raised your guard, yes, those pink gloves up, and then a fast left hook at your cheek, twisting my hips to increase the power as much as I can. I'm getting tired, sweaty, but need to finish you off. 1:00

23:26 MillieBoxes: My mind reeling and hurt on the ropes, my world starts to cave in as I foolishly try to defend, guessing rather than letting boxing instinct kick in, I try to clinch only to me immediately met by.... "... two nasty fast and precise jabs that snap my head back, the first popping my right eye. I can feel the tightening of it as you then immediately follow with the second that snaps into my recoiling face's nose, this time bringing a resulting crimson trickle with it. The pain shoots through me as my gloves sweep at nothing and I falter back into the ropes, leaning heavily into them, gloves rising instinctively, only to have my body cave in when you power a straight right into my solar plexus " OOOLLFFF!!" My breath taken from me momentarily before... " Mmggffph!" I see a flash and spittle flies from my jowls, a face deforming left hammers home and my knees give out. I fall to the canvas on all fours, trying to breathe, eating your leather repeatedly.

23:26 MillieBoxes: R1 0:50

23:31 Valenzuela: The crowd gaps as the younger fighter drops onto all fours, desperately trying to take in some O2. I stand in front of you, with my gloves still in on guard position, looking down at you with a contemptuous smirk on my face. "Should have sent your barbie doll to fight me chica, she would have been tougher than you!" The ref now gives me a sharp shove, and I back peddle towards a neutral corner, enjoying my handiwork. The ref commences a count, after watching me go to my corner. One....two....three....and I count out as well....UNO! DOS! TRES! .....

23:32 Valenzuela: R1 0:40

23:39 MillieBoxes: I hear your taunt. "Barbie doll?" I think as I try to get my wind back. I hear the count rise , reaching "... four.... five.... six". I force myself to a knee at "...seven..." and at "....eight...", I am up but wobbly and unsteady. The ref then comes at me and asks if I can continue. I reflexively bob my head up and down and just like that, without checking my condition, he barks, "BOX!" I shudder a bit as the ring wobbles and shifts, my eyesight telling me I am NOT okay. I shake my head and blink a few times and get my gloves up. They seem heavy. I move away and stay around the edges of the ring trying to buy some time. I need to get to the round break and survive the round. This... was NOT what I had expected. And can't remember the last time I was in this condition, and in this condition so early in the fight.

23:39 MillieBoxes: R1 0:30

23:45 Valenzuela: I had a knockdown, and now I have to come after you again after the ref shouts box! I feel adrenalin rush, and know I have to take advantage now. Now is the moment. I am very sweaty, and I need to take you down in round 1, because the adrenalin will be gone in round 2. And fuck it! I am going to have to chase you. I move towards you, moving from side to side, trying to square off, wanting to block and limit your mobility. Clock is ticking, I know this. How many seconds left? I try a quick jab at your forehead, trying to go over your guard, then a I rush in, with a right hook, hoping to curve it around your guard and target your jaw. R1 0:20

23:52 MillieBoxes: As I back up, staying off the ropes, as I would do, you come at me, looking to cut off the ring from me and make it smaller, limit choices to move. I am however no rookie, certainly no Barbie and know I need to make you chase. " 20 seconds left in the round. "Play defense, Millie, move, stay away. Give yourself a chance in round 2" I say to myself. " Guuuh!" then the jab pops my forehead and I stumble back, hitting the ropes, sweat flying as the chord resists when I lean in. I try to get my guard up and turtle up but.... " NnnGHFF!"... your right hook goes flush to my jaw.... my gloves drop, my world spins, my eyes glaze. The roar of the elites there is muffled white noise. Leaning heavily into the ropes now the only thing holding me up...."Where's that bell, Where's that bell?"

23:53 MillieBoxes: R1 0:10

23:59 Valenzuela: My jab smacks your forehead, not a power punch, but it distracts you from the wicked right hook that creams your jaw, twisting your face, disorienting you. Any licensed fight....this would be over. You keep turtled up, and use the ropes to support you. The CLAK CLAK warning comes. SHIT! I have to attack now, and with out regard for anything, I take a couple of strides towards you, and give it everything I got. My gloves lowered, I ty to send a left/right/left uppercuts towards your midsection, trying to punch under and between your elbows, sweat flying off my forehead with each swing, like a mad woman, desperate to drive you down, until DING! 0:00

00:07 MillieBoxes: "Ulllf Uhhhh Hyullll!" You pummel my lower body at my trunkline. I convulse from each blow as you reign those devastating uppercuts into my belly when.... The bell sounds....I drop to my knees, saved by that ringing. It resonates throughout the warehouse and I try to breathe but cannot. The ref steps in between us as I now lean on my right side, right arm propping me up. I take a deep breath and then try to get to a knee. I get to that kneeling position, one knee on the canvas, one knee propped, I see a blood spot drip from my nose, the crimson splashes and spreads. I wipe my nose with my glove instinctively and force myself up. I plod to my corner and immediately plop myself on the stool, grabbing the towel to wipe off and squeeze my nose as best i can. I spit my mouthguard into the bucket and then wipe my sweat drawn face with the towel. I feel my right eye, mouse forming under, my vision slightly impaired. I am a fighter who looks like she's been through ten rounds, but in reality... one. I lean back and breathe, no ice to soothe my wounds. I simply douse myself with cold water, my sports bra clinging to my form. I continue to breathe wondering what I can do in round 2.

00:20 Valenzuela: I stand over you for a moment, and drop my gloves to hang loose at my sides, and then the ref gives me a shove in the direction of my corner. I plop down on a stool, and towel myself down. I've thrown everything I've got at this chica, and she is tough. Tougher than what I though someone with pink gloves would be. I pour water over my head and then shake it off, anything to cool me down. Then towel myself off again. Round 2 is not somewhere I wanted to go, as there is a 13 year age gap between us and I don't want stamina to come into play. I have to knock this puta out early, but how? How? How? I'm rethinking everything. Is she too damaged to make a come back in round 2? Will the break bring her back around? I don't know. I rub my jaw, feeling the soreness, realising I've taken some knocks with those pink gloves.

16:19 MillieBoxes: The cold water gives me a jolt, but I simply can't get enough done to 'self-medicate' without a corner team. I try to stem the crimson trickle from my nose. It seems to have stopped as it hurt a bit to pop swabs up my nose. As I try to put the cold water bottle up against my right eye, the swelling is slowing, but it feels puffed. That mouse is certainly visible for sure. Before I can get through some things, I hear the ref bark "10 SECONDS!" and I quickly pull the swabs, wash the mouthpiece and pop it in, and get off my stool. Whoa! still a bit shaken. But, I can see you are chomping at the bit in your corner. I bite down hard on my mouth guard when I hear "" and the ref chime in . "BOX!" round 2 is on.

16:25 Valenzuela: I get to my feet after hearing the 10 second warning, and steady myself on my feet. I look across at you, and survey the damage I did in round 1, mostly the black eye this is discoloring. Unfortunately, I reckon you can still see out of it. DING! That sound sends an electrifying shock through my spine, and its on again! I move out a little more flat footed than I was in round 1, as the first round was highly charged. Orthodox stance, and I move towards the ring centre, a little testing of the water with a left jab towards your nose, then stepping right, I try to dip a little at my knees and send a right hook towrds your lower floating ribs, determined to see what you might have left. R2 2:50

16:49 MillieBoxes: Gloves up and moving on the perimeter, but you get to center look to close the gap. Flat footed and steady, I try to focus on your movements and look for tells. Your movements, standard as you don't seem as energized. Did the heavy breathing in round 1 show that you had some wind taken from your sails. Well, I can relate to that after taking a LOT of punishment in round 1. You close the gap, still flat footed, not on your toes either. You snap that left jab as you get in the pocket. I slip it as it's standard fare boxing for beginners stuff, just having to shift my head and shoulders a bit to the right and outside of the gloved miss. As the glove passes harmlessly by my left ear. I am outside your guard and see your right coming from my left eye's peripheral vision. I slide step right and as the right comes to me, I make sure my standard orthodox stance adjusts, shifting my body right and lowering my left shoulder a bit. The right comes for my rib and catches my left elbow and forearm on the way, never getting to my side. I immediately sweep a right hook stepping at you from outside your left left and try to pop the right into your left eye and just around the temple area. "psssh!" regardless of the glove blocking it or not, I need to see not only what I have in the tank, but what you can defend. I am not going to just give in. So, I immediately follow the right with a snappy, fast (well as fast as I can with round 1's results still hampering me slightly), straight left and right, 1-2, "pshhh pshhh!" The left coming down center mass trying to get between your gloves and send a message to you I'm still here and pop your chin, and the straight right wanting to pound your left cheek and eye area. Not only testing your reflexes but my abilities to deliver as well.

16:49 MillieBoxes: R2 2:40

17:03 Valenzuela: I start the round 2 with some standard moves, not expecting too much out of you, and that's a big mistake on my part, as even a one minute break can provide some significant revival. I expect you will do the simple and easiest thing with my jab, and that would be to move your right guard into position and block the strike, leaving you in position for my hook. However, you had the reflexes remaining to slip my hook, letting my left glove pass over the air above your left shoulder, and allowing you to slide step to my left, and putting you further from my right hook, which you ably block with your left forearm and elbow, but it places you out side my left guard, so that right sweeping hook goes over my left shoulder and POPS into the side of my head, near my left eye, and twisting my head to the right. Then a straight left and right follows, the left coming between my gloves and hitting me in the chin as I bring my head back around, and as I try to turn left to square off with you, snaping my head back, and a straight right that only grazes my eye as I stumble back a step a step after taking the left in the chin, forcing spit to spray everywhere. I can feel the crowd become animated as suddenly they realise that my "mopping up" operation has turned into a real brawl! Two punches to my head, and I feel woozy and try to step back quickly, realising I have to get my guard back in place and recalibrate. R2 2:30

17:21 MillieBoxes: Shocked to say the least that my gloves and movement had such success. Are you really more winded and slowed than I had expected? You popped me a LOT in round 1, and my head still recovering, to see you eat the leather I just delivered was not only surprising, it was.... an adrenaline push. My boxing instincts kick in, realizing that first right and the left follow did something. You 'step back' and your guard is NOT ready. I try to push and come right into the pocket to follow. I need to take advantage of this unexpected turn. I come right at you and pop a double left jab driving it with a shoulder and torso push looking to split your glove guard again "pssh pssh!" in hopes of popping your nose and right eye area as you did me in round 1. But then, I come inside slide stepping right in front shifting under and left and the reloaded left drops with my shoulder and I plant coming for your core at your trunkline "uuuush!" looking to bury the left hook into your tummy and drive it with the shoulder and hip twist to bring added power. Then, a snap inside right uppercut coming for the base of your chin to finish the flurry "ppsssh!" trying to come between your elbows. I take the big risk in hopes this puts you on your heels.

17:21 MillieBoxes: R2 2:20

17:34 Valenzuela: I'm trying to back up, taken by surprise by this rapid turn of events, but you move into me quickly, rather than getting reoriented, I fast jab comes through my guard and SMACKING into my nose, snapping my head back, and now I feel a warm dribble of blood running down onto my upper lip, but I raise both gloves to stop the second jab, that pushes my gloves into my face. The crowd is electrified, as I now regain mt balance, but you drop your left, and smash the pink glove into my trunk line, bending me forward, grunting and gasping! The right uppercut comes up fast, and goes between my elbows, separating my elbows, but it hits mostly into the base of my high gloves, so when it punches my chin, its with diminished power, still forcing me to bite down on my gum shield to keep it inside my mouth. Had it landed clean, it would have been lights out. I'm feeling disoriented from your attack, which is supercharged with adrenalin, but I stand my ground, and send out a left hook towards your jaw, hoping to get it over that right shoulder after the uppercut at my chin, and then a right hook towards your jaw, determined to stand my ground as blood dribbles from my swollen nose. R2 2:10.

19:16 MillieBoxes: The first jab connects flush and you join the crimson river parade as your nostril now flows. Yours seems worse as it drips onto the canvas. You stop the second jab, but I smile wide as I see and feel my glove sink into your body. You fold and I smile, adrenaline kicking in more, my breathing however is short as the excitement is a bit overwhelming. Knowing I need to push myself, I don't connect with the uppercut as I feel it crash into leather, not your chin cleanly. You look confused but don't give any space up. You throw a left hook that I slip under as I saw it coming, looking as if you're possibly a bit desperate in your attempt to counter. The right already following, I don't have to move much as I'm already low, and let it too pass overhead. And there is your body, ripe for the picking. I step into you and let go a brutal torso-backed left uppercut coming for your trunkline, "UUUUSHH!" looking to pound your belly at your navel, and immediately follow with the right hook looking to pound your left ribs and obliques, trying to hurt you now and set you up. "PPSSH!" hoping to follow with the reloaded right coming between those elbows again wanting to this time crack into that chin and daze you "IIISSHH!". I'm going for broke here as the small crowd gets rowdy at the action.

19:17 MillieBoxes: R2 2:00

19:30 Valenzuela: I'm feeling a bit stunned as my left hook and then my right hook swings over your head, just swooshing through empty air space, and feel a little imbalanced, as my arms over swing the missed targets. You're positioned well, my body is exposed, totally open as you go under each hook. A brutal left uppercut follows in fast, that pink glove SLAMMING into my trunk line, and nearly lifting me off my feet, bending me forward, gasping from the impact, and then that right hook POUNDS into my obliques, sending my off a little to my right side, so that uppercut misses my chin, but SLAMS into my jaw, rocking my head back, and I my body goes flying backwards, the ropes catch me from falling, my back leaning and bending the top rope deeply from the impact. My vision is blurred and I begin to blink my eyes to clear, as blood continues to drip out of my nose, my first thought is to try to get my gloves up and crouch. The crowd is electrified, nothing is better than seeing a brutal come back!

19:38 Valenzuela: R2 1:50

19:39 MillieBoxes: OH you eat everything I dish out and clearly are hurt as you hurdle back and hit the ropes. My gloves detonate into your body and jawline as spittle, sweat, and some crimson from your nostril splatter into my chest, some residue on my pink gloves. If you hadn't hit those ropes, you'd be on your butt. I can't help but notice my breathing is rapid and my heart feels like it is going to jump out of my chest. But there's no time to think about that as I see my opponent now the one hurt and in big trouble. Your eyes stare a bit blankly as you blink. "She's HURT!" I think in my head and immediately skip step right at you. I try to get to you as you try to get those gloves up. Many would go head hunting with a hook, But I see you crouch and I feign the left as if hooking but instead as you start to crouch, I step at you and into the pocket, plant and pivot with my back right foot and bring a power right uppercut coming right for your lowering chin and jaw looking to hammer you and keep you on those ropes "UUUUSH!" . Then, immediately follow with a crushing left hook coming for your liver "YUUUSHH!" as I twist my torso right bringing power behind it, and it's friend, the right hook wanting to take whatever breath you have from you and cave in your core. "YUUUSH!" trying to trap you on those ropes and give you nowhere to go ready to punish you relentlessly.

19:39 MillieBoxes: R1 1:40

19:50 Valenzuela: You can feel the energy of the crowd, as the fight momentum in round 2 has shifted. It looks like a hook is coming as I begin to crouch, so Bring out my right to parry it, a smart move on my part, but instead, it moves my guard apart, and a right uppercut SMASHES into my mouth as my head is bent forward, and again my back crashes into the ropes. At this point, in any sanctioned fight a TKO would likely be declared, but no such luck here in an underground boxing match. As I begin to come forward off the ropes, a left hook crashes into my liver, a couple of seconds go by and I feel ok, but that pink glove really came under my rib cage and made that liver bounce, so a couple more seconds pass, and then there is this searing pain radiating through my upper body, making my knees go weak. The right hook lands with a powerful WOP!, and now I can't breath, I reach out to hold the rope with my left glove, dazed, but still try to swat a poorly formed haymaker at your head with my right. yt R2 1:30

20:01 MillieBoxes: My whole body tingles as you fall hook, line, and sinker for my feint. You eat the uppercut flush and you fly back into the ropes. The impact tremor up my arm is undeniable. And it's clear you have no idea what's happening as my left buries itself under your rib and caves in that right side, pounding your liver. When the right does the same to the opposite side, your face says it all. Your knees seem to buckle a bit and you grasp for the ropes to stay up with your left hand. I hear your lungs gasp to try to get air as you throw a foolish and wasteful right that I step at you and slip directly under. I then breathe deep and look to punish you on those ropes. I sweep a left hook at your upper right jawline and cheek "PPPSSHH!!" looking to give your brain a nasty shake before combining it with it's partner the right hook as I twist my torso, hips, and upper body back left wanting to cave in your left jawline "UUUUSH!". Then.... I want to do it again only faster.... "PFFFt PFFFFT" hoping to swat your head back and forth with two more cheek and jaw crashing hooks powered by my waist and shoulders. "I'm gonna BUST YOU UP!.... PU...TA!" spewed with venom knowing I have you where I want you now, completely riding the ultimate adrenaline rush watching my gloves crash into you at will.

20:01 MillieBoxes: R2 1:20

20:09 Valenzuela: The crowd is soaking this all up, my wild haymaker not only misses, but allows you to position yourself into the pocket. My liver is really inflammed, badly bruised from a left hook, that should have dropped me to the canvass, but I'm just too stubborn to drop. After my haymaker misses the target, at this point I don;t even know what that was, left hook smashes my jaw, and then a right hook twists and contorts my face back to the right, and then it all happens again, deja vu.....my knees weaken, spit and blood and swat flys off my face, my body twists with each hook, I try to reach out wanting to wrap my arms around your upperbody, no longer able to punch back, I just need to grab onto something....something taunting me.....taunts I only vagley hear as my body begins to shut down, my vision blurring as my knees buckle.

20:10 Valenzuela: R2 1:10

20:20 MillieBoxes: The sound of damp, heavy leather swatting and connecting to your jawline uncontested is beyond enticing and just keeps drilling my adrenaline button. You start to look almost ragdollish as my devastating hook flurry cashes in. You spew various fluids throughout the ring as your body forcibly contorts from each heavy blow connecting. Then, I cannot believe that you are like the gift that keeps on giving. Reaching out almost blindly trying to what.... clinch? Not a chance. As you reach, your knees give out and you start to fall at me, gloved defenses completely compromised. I smile wide and say... "Goodnight, CHI... CA!" and cash in with a final devastating brutal flurry looking to put you down for good. With all I have left, I step into you as you fall at me, and unload a monster quick left and right snap uppercut coming for the base of your chin... "Pshhh pshhh!" wanting to send that head straight up to walk right into a lightning fast left and right jawline hook and cross "Pfffft ppppfft!" before sending a final left uppercut at that chin once more "pssssh!" before the coup de grace overhand right looking to crash it into your temple and end your night... "YUUUUSH!!"

20:25 MillieBoxes: R2 1:00

20:30 Valenzuela: The crowd is watching this fight in amazement, no one has ever seen a fight where there is a total beatdown ending. I’m totally out of it, clearly a TKO victory for my pink gloved opponent would have been called 30 seconds ago, but this is not a sanctioned fight. My jaw had just been criss-crossed with four hooks, my knees are shaking, my vision is blurred. As I try to reach out to grasp you as my knees buckle, a left and right snap uppercut pound into my chin, and again blood and sweat and tears and saliva fly out of my mouth as I bite my gum shield. The force of these punches keep me erect as my back presses into the ropes. Again I begin to fall forward, and my face is met with two brutal fast hooks to the jaws, twisting my head left and then back right, and as I begin to collapse, a left uppercut SMASHES into my jaw, flipping my mouth guard out, it bounces along the canvass and out of the ring where a spectator picks it up for a souvenir. The final blow, a brutal overhand right, crashes into my temple, and my brain bounces inside my skull!!! My knees hit the canvass, and then I fall face forward, my eyes roll up in their sockets as my face plants itself on the dirty and smelly canvass. Not moving, knocked the fuck out! with 1 minute left in round 2.

20:35 MillieBoxes: The crowd that IS there growls its approval. I raise my gloves high, my nose, believe it or not, starts its drip from round one as if to show the signs of a warrior. I go to a neutral corner and the ref looks at you completely flattened and spread eagle out face planted on the canvas. He doesn't even count. He waves it off, not a TKO, just not wasting his time. I jump high in the air and pump my gloved right fist high. "YEAH! YESSSS!! YASS!!!" I say each time I pump my fist in the air. I walk over to you and stand over you for a moment. "You disrespect me, you pay. Enjoy the sleep, sweetie." and I then turn and walk from the ring knowing this night I EARNED that victory.

20:37 MillieBoxes: The announcer barks over the loud speaker. "IN devastating fashion by way of brutal knockout at 2 minutes and 10 seconds into round 2, your winner! MILLIE CUCCIO!!!!!!!!." I raise my glove as I walk to the locker room exiting the warehouse. This night was everything I could have asked for.

20:40 Valenzuela: I lay on the canvass for a couple of minutes before I regain consciousness, my face battered and bruised, my liver a dull ache now. I can smell the blood, sweat, tears, and spit from this fight and many previous fights on the canvass....and all i can do is moan.....and think....what the fuck? .....

After the fight, the following article appeared in a local newspaper:

Local Newspaper Headline: "Millie Cuccio Triumphs in Brutal Underground Boxing Match"

Round 1: The Battle Begins The fight opened with Millie aggressively taking the initiative, landing a series of counter punches that caught Karla off guard. Despite her age and experience, Karla struggled to counter Millie's relentless assault. Millie threw 15 punches and landed 9, while Karla threw 13 and landed 6. Midway through the round, Karla managed to land a powerful right hook and a left uppercut, momentarily staggering Millie and forcing her back into a defensive position. The round ended with Millie on the ropes but refusing to go down, setting the stage for a fierce comeback.

Round 2: A Dramatic Turn The second round marked a dramatic shift in momentum. Millie, recovering from the initial onslaught, launched a fierce counter-attack. Her punches found their mark with precision, causing visible damage to Karla. A flurry of jabs and body shots left Karla reeling and gasping for breath. Millie threw 23 punches and landed 20 turning the fight into a real beatdown, while Karla threw 5 and landed none. Despite Karla's attempts to mount a counter-offensive, Millie's relentless power proved too much. The decisive moment came when Millie landed a brutal hook to Karla’s liver severely stunning her, and then ended the fight with a series of nasty uppercuts and hooks, culminating in a brutal overhand right that knocked Karla out cold.

Injuries and Aftermath Both fighters sustained significant injuries throughout the match. Millie Cuccio sported a swollen right eye and a bleeding nose by the end of the first round, signs of the heavy punishment she endured. Her resilience, however, allowed her to push through and dominate the second round.

Karla Valenzuela, on the other hand, suffered severe injuries from Millie's relentless assault. By the second round, Karla's nose was bleeding profusely, and she had sustained multiple cuts and bruises on her face. The final combination of uppercuts and hooks left her with a battered jaw and a brutal concussion, as she collapsed unconscious to the canvas.

As Karla lay unconscious on the canvas, the small but vocal crowd of elite spectators erupted in approval. The referee, recognizing the severity of the knockout, immediately called off the fight. Millie, her gloves raised in triumph, celebrated her hard-earned victory, a testament to her tenacity and fighting spirit.

The bout, lasting just two rounds, highlighted the unpredictable and often brutal nature of underground boxing. For Millie Cuccio, it was a night of vindication and triumph, proving that even the most seasoned fighters can be brought down by sheer determination and unrelenting power.

Published: 2024-07-23, viewed 177 times.

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MHKnockouts

2024-08-29 13:15

Great read! And what a comeback. Nice work.

MillieBoxes

2024-08-29 15:34

Female Boxing Federation

Unlicensed Underground Boxing: Don't Try This At Home!!!

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