Female Boxing Federation

15:28 Valenzuela: The Martinez Cantina is a sports bar with a difference as there is a boxing ring in the centre. Every other week they hold a women's Tough Gal Boxing Competition, and tonight is the night I will fight. I am Karla Valenzuela, 5 ft 3 in and 120 lbs, and 32 years old. For tonight's fight, I am wearing some blue and white, short boxing trunks, a crisp white sports bra, bright green 8 oz boxing gloves, blue boxing shoes, and to complete my gear, a red mouth guard. Tonight I am told I will fight this mujer from Australian, someone named Sarah Davis, who I know little about, only that she is my age, a little taller at 5 ft 6 in and a little fatter at 129 lbs (or it that muscular???). She is a rarity in this border town, and the natives are eager to see how this Gringa fights. Henrique the club owner, now calls me to the ring, and introduces me.

15:28 Valenzuela:

15:34 Sarah_Davis: I listen to the calls of the announcer, only catching the odd defining phrase through the rapidfire stream of Spanish. "Peleando desde Sydney, Australia...." I slip through the ropes, almost bouncing the final step as I take a lap around the ring. My glove held high. I'm wearing a pair of purple shorts and gloves, matched with a black mouthpiece, a black sports bra and matching boxing shoes. "SARAH!"

15:34 Sarah_Davis:

15:36 Sarah_Davis: I take that lap around the ring, encouraging an excited roar from our little crowd. The cocktail of hostility buried for a moment by having an international guest tonight. I roll my shoulders and limber myself up as I make my way to the middle of the ring for final instructions and a staredown. The referee ready to repeat the rules.

15:37 Sarah_Davis: We're very close in size, and that hint of weight I have on you might be held mostly in my curves.

15:37 Sarah_Davis: I take a deep breath, ready to lock eyes and try to chip away at your determinatino.

15:43 Valenzuela: We now face off in the ring centre, a smallish ring of 16 x 16 feet, smaller than the pro ring of 20 x 20 or 25 x 25. I stare blankly into your eyes with a smirk on my face, gloves held at my sides, and my chest pressing into yours to show this Gringa I am not afraid of her. The ref gives the rules in English, as I am fluent in this language. He ends by telling us "to protect yourselves at all times, and to tap gloves now if we are inclined to do so" I don't honestly give a fuck, but I off my gloves before I turn sharply to my corner to wait for the bell. I begin to bounce on the balls of my feet as I wait, and roll my shoulders up and down, and stare across the ring at the woman I will face plant on the canvass.

15:47 Sarah_Davis: I step in close, refusing to back down. I let my ample breasts swell against yours. My gloves at my hips as I nod with each line of the rules. As the referee calls for the glove tap, I thrust my right glove out almost dismissively. "You let me know how this mat tastes when this is over." I snap at you. I smack my glove down across yours before backing up towards the corner and bringing my fists up. Ready to fight!

15:48 Sarah_Davis: I brace, slipping into my southpaw stance. Taking a breath in anticipation of the bell, ready to charge forward across the ring the moment it rings!

15:51 Valenzuela: DING! DING! DING! I form an orthodox stance, left glove and foot leading, a mirror image of your southpaw stance, my right glove held loosely near my chin, elbows tucked in, bouncing on my toes, bobbing erratically from side to side. As I approach you, I extend my left leg in an exaggerated stance to keep you at bay . And then I begin to circle slowly to my right, keeping my eyes locked on you.

15:54 Sarah_Davis: I burst forward towards you, leading with my right. My gloves and forearms in close as I bob and weave counter to you. I keep a dynamic pace, almost over-weaving as I try to get your mental energy working. I weave and hop back. Then hop in and weave. Every step quick, trying to read your movements and attention. Taking a few moments before I finally commit!

15:54 Sarah_Davis: I burst forward, leading with a quick paw of a right jab. I try to bring your gloves and attention upwards before slinging straight into my rehearsed left cross. Punctuating the movement with that flash of purple leather aimed straight for your solar plexus.

15:55 Sarah_Davis: R1 - 2:50

16:01 Valenzuela: You hop forward and hop back....."like boxing a kangaroo!" I hiss. A purple glove flashes out, towards my face, so it is natural that I raise my gloves to block this right glove of yours. But you are quick to also send out a power left cross to my midsection, so I lean back from it, diminishing the power of the punch by increasing the distance before it impacts my chest, I gasp from the blow, but it is no killer punch. I now leap forward, with a double jab towards your nose with the left, trying to make you close up your guard, and then stepping a little right, I try to send a right hook at your jaw, hoping to curve it around your guard.

16:01 Valenzuela: R1 2:40

16:05 Sarah_Davis: I visibly roll my eyes with disgust as you taunt back. Giving my head a little shake as I tag your body while you step back. I prepare to try and follow up, but your jab snaps up high and forces me to cover up. My gloves rip high to defend my face only for your hook to slip in from the side and smack into my jaw. I let out an audible exhale as the impact ripples through my upper body. My arms trembling as I'm forced back a step.

16:06 Sarah_Davis: I try to claim a bit of breathing room and remain calm. Steeling my breathing. Taking a second deliberate step back as I break into a right jab of my own. Trying to insist on some space between us now. Wanting to fight defensively.

16:06 Sarah_Davis: R1 2:30

16:10 Valenzuela: I feel the power of my hook rattle your jaw, the impact going up and own my arm. Bueno...a few more like this and I will leave you on the canvass. You are too rattled to counter punch, and step back, throwing a jab out as a defensive measure. It falls short, and I don't want to give you any space, I like it up close and in your face boxing, so as you are pulling your jab back, I am already lunging at you, trying to swing a left hook over your arm to rattle your other jaw, and then try sending a right cross towrds your right eye, wanting to try to thread it between your gloves.

16:15 Valenzuela: R1 2:20

16:16 Sarah_Davis: I'm getting left flustered, forced to get frantic as you try to run me clean over with power punches. I try to turtle up, but not quite quick enough to stop your left from smacking into my jaw from the other side. There's a tremor in my eyes, but I manage to kick myself into gear and I throw my body sharply towards my left. I slip just past your cross, escaping the worst of your power, and I try to throw my body forward into you.

16:17 Sarah_Davis: I try to lead with my right shoulder, trying to crack the weight of my body right between your breasts in an attempt to throw off your movements. Wanting you to feel some of my strength before I immediately rip out my left uppercut. Trying to twist my body, push up off of my thigh, and try my luck at tagging your chin!

16:17 Sarah_Davis: R1 2:10

16:22 Valenzuela: My left cracks into your jaw! These Gringa never learn! But my right cross misses as it hits only empty air space over your right shoulder as you slip left, and then WAP! Your right shoulder rams between my boobs, taking me by surprise, and disrupting my guard, and then even worse, your left uppercut shoots out, goes between my gloves, and glances lightly over my tits, and then SMACKS into my chin, snapping my head back, and making me stumble back several steps until my back presses and bends the top rope, which keeps me from falling onto the canvass. I feel my vision blurring a little, and instinctively raise my guard as I try to clear my head after getting rocked from a vicious uppercut.

16:23 Valenzuela: R1:2:00

16:27 Sarah_Davis: "Take it, bitch." I hiss through my mouthpiece. A smug sense of self satisfaction flashing over my face as you stumble back towards the ropes. I refuse to slow down, and as you hit the ropes I lead with a tight jab, trying to tee up your head and straighten up your back, all before ripping out two vicious hooks one after the other. Aiming each for your temple, plying the second with all the determination and power I can pull together. Throwing my hips and thighs into my strike!

16:27 Sarah_Davis: R1 1:50

16:32 Valenzuela: I feel spit drooling out of my mouth after that wicked uppercut, but I know you will come after me fast. Just as I am raising my guard your jab punches out, a flash of purple striking me in the cheek, pushing my head back, and then a left hook flashes out, pounding my right temple, twisting my head to the left, giving me a headache, then the right hook flashes out, and I weave low, under it, and as I go low, I swing a left and right uppercut towards your trunk line, trying to box my way off the ropes.....the crowd shouted animatedly in Spanish.

16:32 Valenzuela: R1 1:40

16:35 Sarah_Davis: My entire body is committed to the second hook, and that's just when you are nowhere to be seen. My torso is twisted, and you go straight for my core. Your uppercuts ripping into my abdominal wall with furious power. My lungs crunch as the air bursts from my lips, and I stagger forward. Folding over before my shoulder hits the ropes. Twisting to turn back to you. I'm left to reckon with both your power and my pain as I try to get something back to my pace.

16:36 Sarah_Davis: I try to use my right forearm to shove upwards at your body, trying to thrust it into your shoulder before throwing out a clubbing left hook from inside. I attempt to slam it into your flank and force a bit of space between us.

16:36 Sarah_Davis: R1 1:30

16:41 Valenzuela: The impact of my uppercuts take me by surprise as much as they do you, as you obviously did not tense those abs. Your shoulder hits the ropes, as you move around to my left side, and then send a clubbing left hook into my right side, that forces me back. I want to press you, but I've taken some hard knocks to my head, and so decide to be a bit more conservative, sending a jab with my left towards your forehead as space opens between us.

16:41 Valenzuela: R1 1:20

16:44 Sarah_Davis: My head bobs back, claiming space beyond your jab as I take a moment to breathe and regroup. We've both taken some sharp shots and I don't want to slip into another. We get a quick reset and I bring my gloves up just beyond striking range. I take several steps away from the ropes towards the middle of the ring, before moving in and throwing a pair of testing right jabs. Trying to get your gloves moving and get a read of your condition. Taking care not to overcommit!

16:44 Sarah_Davis: R1 1:10

16:48 Valenzuela: We now begin to move back towards the ring centre, I am reforming my orthodox stance, and then a pair of testing jabs come out. The distance between us is good, so I lean back from the first jab, then use my left glove to paw away the second, and then lunge at you in a committed attack, sending a jab with my left towards your chin, and a power right hook towards your jaw as I spring forward.

16:48 Valenzuela: R1 1:00

16:53 Sarah_Davis: My right arm is slung wide just as you sling your left forward and smack at my chin, your body twisting in afterwards as your right hook slices in between my arms and slams into my jaw. The impact cracks through the room, my head being snapped to the side and my face contorting. My weight is slung back on my heels as you start coming in again.

16:54 Sarah_Davis: The impact lingers for several moments, my eyes trying to focus through a fog. I take two more steps back before trying to fire back with a snapping straight left. Trying to slam it right between your eyes.

16:59 Valenzuela: I feel that I have you, and I want to end this fight in round 1. As you step back, I'm stepping forward, like a pit bull. I start to take another swing with my right, but suddenly all I see is a flash of purple land been my eyes, snapping my head back, momentarily blinded, and then another purple flash, my head snaps back, and I stumble back a couple of steps feeling stunned, but by instinct starting to raise my guard.

16:59 Valenzuela: R1 0:40

17:03 Sarah_Davis: You're dangerous, and I'm forced to reckon with your power over and over again. But as I manage to catch your face with purple leather, I get you retreating and looking stunned! I take a fraction of a moment to recollect myself before throwing myself into another combination. I rattle off a rehearsed jab-cross combination aimed for your face like a spray of bullets, right before stepping in with a tight left uppercut. I go straight for the chin, thrusting my fist upwards as I try to nail you with my left glove!

17:03 Sarah_Davis: R1 0:30

17:10 Valenzuela: I raise my guard to shoulder height, but this is not sufficient to block that jab cross combination, which you have rehearsed many times. The combo comes out so fast, and I am too stunned to slip either, both punches land on my nose, causing a spray of blood to come out, and onto my white sports bra. My gloves lower further, and then suddenly the left uppercut springs out with force, connecting with my chin, snaping my head up and back, saliva flies out everywhere from my mouth, my mouth guard flips out and bounces on the canvass and out of the ring, and fly backwards, landing on the canvass, spread eagle! Moaning on the canvass.

17:10 Valenzuela: R1 0;20

17:12 Sarah_Davis: I can feel the excitement in the room building as my gloves catch your face one after the other. Each impact louder than the last. There's a roaring cheer as your mouthpiece flies out of your mouth and you hit your back at my feet! I let out a warcry as I make a point of stepping over your body, looking down at you and pointing to my chest with my glove. The referee moving to force me off of you but I'm already midstride towards a neutral corner.

17:13 Sarah_Davis: The referee starts the count!

17:13 Sarah_Davis: "ONE...

17:13 Sarah_Davis: "TWO...

17:13 Sarah_Davis: "THREE..."

17:13 Sarah_Davis: Just as I hop onto the ropes and strike a double bicep pose for the crowd. Encouraging the cheers and jeers.

17:18 Valenzuela: I stare up at the bright lights and through blurred vision, I see you step over me, and stare down at me with a smirk on your face, before the ref sends you to a neutral corner. Blood is dripping from both nostrils, and saliva is dribbling from my mouth, after you knocked the fuck out of me with an uppercut. I want to get up, there is only seconds left in round 1, if I get up I can make it to round 2, si, I roll onto my side, listening to the deafening roar of the crowd, I begin to push up, but the ring begins to swirl around me, and I collapse back down. The count stops, the ref waves his hands over me, declaring the fight over. A few tears stream out of my eyes....

17:22 Sarah_Davis: "Take it, bitch." I hiss over my shoulder. Making the ropes bounce before jumping back down and letting the mat boom with the weight of my body. I walk back over to you with both arms raised as the referee waves off the fight.

17:22 Sarah_Davis: It. Is. Over.

17:22 Sarah_Davis: "Winner of the match, by KNOCKOUT... SARAH DAVIS!"

17:23 Sarah_Davis: The referee takes my arm, raising it high as I claim my victory lap around the ring as you lay flattened on the canvas.