Female Boxing Federation

Valenzuela: The fight club has an octagonal cage, that is illuminated with red lights. Clients come to have a few drinks, place bets, and relax while watching some exciting, but usually brutal fights between contestants who fight for cash. I enter the cage wearing a white sports bra, some very short blue jean cut offs, barefoot, and a white mouth guard, hands wrapped with white gauze. 5 ft 3 in, 120 lbs and 32 years old, hair braided to keep it out of my eyes.

Vaani: I enter into the club, it's red all the way. I've to do it for some money. The atmosphere is pretty energetic, booze and bets are going. My opponent is a veteran of this, and it's my first time. I'm bit nervous but will put me best on the table. Audience is hungry for the fight, my odds are too high as I can see. I enter into the octagon in a blue bikini, 5'7 and 136 lbs. A black mouth guard in my mouth and hand wrapped in a red gauge. Following my entry, I do a little warm and scanning you along.

Valenzuela: I watch closely as you enter the cage. This is your first fight, but I'm sure you have trained, and you are 10 years younger then me, so I can't let this fight turn into a track and field event with me chasing you around. The club manager calls us to the centre and tells us to prepare to fight when he signals for the bell to ring. He will act as a "ref" and stop the fight when one of us goes down, or wants to quit, but other than that this is an illegal underground fight. I raise my fists and get ready, bouncing lightly on my toes. "Hey chica, you look real scarred, don't worry, I don't bite, but my fists do!"

Vaani: Seems like you put a lot into it, but I'm not a amateur though. Step into the centre as the so called 'ref' tells us about the rules. It's basically a no rules match. You're bit older and I've height and weight advantage over you, so not nervous anymore. "I hope to see some moves around." I raise my for a fist bump before the fight. The surroundings is too hot, resulting sweat forming over my forehead.

Valenzuela: My body now has a layer of sweat, glistening from the lack of proper air conditioning. I give you a smirk, and then the ref drops his hand and the bell rings DING!!!!! I come straight at you, no circling, just want to show you who the alpha woman is. As i lunge at you, I send a left jab towrds your chin, and then try a right hook towrds your jaw, hoping to go over your left shoulder.

Vaani: I can't remove my eyes from you, a mistake that ruin my match. I give you a gentle smile before the ring. As the bell rung, I get into my stance. Slightly crouched and guards up, covering my face slightly. I read your lunge by your trigger movement, so I jump back. Trying to get off from your zone. The left jab pass by just kissing my chin. Slightly crouched right again to avoid your throw. I can't miss your uncovered frontbody. So I throw a left uppercut straight under your jaw.

Valenzuela: My jab and hook fall short, and then you launch a left uppercut under my extended right arm, snapping your fist into my jaw, spit flies out of my mouth and sprays everywhere. My head snaps back, and I stumble back towards the cage wall, having been taken by surprise

Vaani: Crowd goes crazy with this move. A very amount of people cheering around. My trick works this time, you're on the cage wall. Blank and blacked, I decide to use my athletics this time. I plunge over and attempt a roundhouse targeting your neck. Can't let you take enough time to recover more.

Valenzuela: My head is still spinning from the uppercut, the sting of the punch lingering on my jaw as I stagger back into the cage wall. I see you moving quickly, not giving me a moment to recover, and I spot the roundhouse kick coming toward my neck, your athleticism on full display. Instinct kicks in. I duck under your kick just in time, feeling the rush of air as it passes over me. Using the momentum of my duck, I push off the cage wall with my back foot and drive forward, closing the distance between us quickly. I aim low, trying to drive my right shoulder into your belly and drive your backwards. I want to try and knock the wind out of your lungs! I know I need to keep the pressure on you, not letting you use your height and reach to dominate the fight. With a firm grip around your waist, I attempt to lift you so I can slam you down into the mat.

Vaani: The miss is too messed up. Can't believe but no issues. I'm in motion, as you're approaching me with full might. Before I could land, I feel a ram on my belly. The air knocks me out, I'm on floor on floor along you. It was expected but not an end of course.

Valenzuela: We land on the floor together, and then I roll to my right, wanting to try and get back on my feet, to reform my boxing stance as quickly as I can.

Vaani: I am on floor, grabbing my stomach. I quench my eyes in pain but then I think about the money, the prize. I stretch myself straight, and get on my feet with a jump. I bring my athletic skills in play.

Valenzuela: We are both on our feet now, and I begin circling you with my fists up and ready. I then lunge at you, and strike out with a double jab with my left fist towards your nose, hoping I can thread my fist between your's and really pop you hard.

Vaani: I keep my crouch on, keeping the pressure on. Due to my height advantage, I try to keep you closer. You're lunging again but this time I wouldn't just dodge you. I keep the crouch on, luring you to target my face. That split of time I throw my feet on your side ribs with full impact.

Valenzuela: As I come at you, and just as I try to jab you your face, you jump up, and drive your feet into my side ribs, and send me flying backwards into the cage wall, which rattles mightily from the impact. My eyes bulge and my mouth opens in a big O shape as I try to breath in from the pain in my ribs.

Vaani: I don't want to waste anymore time. I can't let you take time to do so. I spring forward and put a ralley of fists straight on your face, for any mishaps I'm ready. But I've to play it like this to win this bout

Valenzuela: I'm feeling a little stunned with pain as you charge forward, punching me in the face twice with a 1-2 combo that makes my nose start bleeding. I can't retreat because my back is to the cage wall, and you use your height advantage to punch at me. I raise my fists and block some of your punches, and then try to punch back with a 1-2 combo, i.e. jab and right cross at your mouth.

Vaani: My hits are hard, your bleeding nose tells it. During my punches, a few landed on my face too. Resulting a cut in my mouth, can taste the blood. This is where my backup comes to play. I strike my knee straight up to your lower chest with a jump up. The pain due to your punches making me bit dizzy. I take a few steps back after the knee

Valenzuela: My left smacks you in the mouth, opening a cut that starts bleeding. The jump up knee is driven between my fists and lands on my lower chest. It bends me forward gasping as you take a few steps back from the fight. I try to straighten up and get my fists up, and then move to my right off from the cage wall.

Vaani: I take some breathe and try to spit out some blood. Getting back into action without wasting anymore time. I come around you, pressing you towards the cage wall. Keeping my hands covering my face, bend a little to cover my stomach. I throw a fake from your left hoping you'll flinch. Immediately throw a right hook straight on right side of your jaw.

Valenzuela: I try to cover up, and as you throw a fake at my left side, I cover up, then you throw a right hook, but I duck under the hook, and then try a left uppercut at your liver, trying to send the punch under your rib cage to really make that liver bounce around.

Vaani: I throw a fake, you covered it. I missed my hook too. My stomach and exposed, I feel a hit under my ribs. I stinging pain is flowing through out my tummy and chest. My eyes open wide, and yell out a little. Struggling too hard to stay on feet, somehow reach to the nearest wall to keep my balance on.

Valenzuela: I charge forward, mow thinking I've got you, and with your back to the wall, I launch an attack, swing a left hook at your jaw, then a right hook at your other jaw, wanting so desperately to knock you the fuck out. !

Vaani: I can see you coming towards me like a charging bull. I hold my breath to bear the pain. You're swinging all of your hits on face. I dunk down to counter, hits your feet with a low kick on your left knee. Attempting to bring you on floor

Valenzuela: I come charging at you, wanting to knock you the fuck out, but you duck under each hook, letting my punches hit the air space over your head, then a low kick SLAMS into my left knee, causing me to loose my balance and land on my back on the mat! The knee hurts from where you kicked and I grit my teeth,,,,grrrrrrrrrrrrr

Vaani: Yes!!! You're about to fuck the shit out of me. The kick us so on point that in just one hit you're on your back. Facing the lights, I jump over you instantly, landing my hip over your stomach. Desparately I start to hit my elbows against your face brutally!

Valenzuela: I'm staring up at the bright lights when suddenly you jump on top of me, your groin pounding into my belly as you straddle me and then start to send elbows onto my face. The first one opens a cut above my left eyebrow, blood now dribbling onto my face. I get my hands up to start blocking and try to raise my legs to stomp them into the canvass, and bridge with my shoulders, hoping I can buck you off over my head.

Vaani: Your face is getting getting red hit by hit. Blood splashing on my hands and chest. Blending well with my sweat. You're bridging your waist to topple me over. I've something else for you. I slide me feet under your waist, locking you in your place. Keep the elbows continue a few of your hits my face too.

Valenzuela: As I bridge up, you slip your powerful legs under me, locking me in a scissors hold, making it impossible for me to get you off me! I try to guard my face, and keep my forearms covering my battered face, and then try to curl forward towards you, trying to hit you in the solar plexus with my right fist, while trying to keep my left arm over my face to cover.

Vaani: Your face is brutally bloody by now. I keep on beating it without any mercy. As soon as you coil up to hit me, swiftly I grab your arm and coil over it. I take my legs out and grab your arm in an armbar holding. I do not care about your arm, holding it brutally and pulling it backwards, bending it on the verge of breaking it it

Valenzuela: I make a big mistake of trying to punch you in the solar plexus, as it gives you the chance to grab my right wrist and pull my arm between your legs, and then you brutally start to bend my arm into your thigh, my elbow is about to snap. I scream "STOP, I give.....stoppppppppp!!!!!!" Tears start to come down my bloody and bruised face......

Valenzuela: The pain is excruciating, a sharp, searing agony that radiates from my shoulder all the way down to my fingertips. I grit my teeth, trying to block out the pain, my body trembling under the strain. I can feel the tension in my arm, the unnatural bend as you pull back, teetering on the edge of breaking. Sweat and blood mix on my skin, and for a split second, fear grips me—fear of losing, of having my arm broken, of being helpless. Again I scream out “I submitttttt…..”gasping for breath.

Vaani: I leave you arm immediately. Get laid on the octagon facing the lights. I'm sweaty as fuck, it's dripping from my whole body, gear is literally. I've a few bloodshots on my body, dripping along the sweat. I'm literally crying, I've to win it for the money and I did. The pain on my ribs and face faded away. I turn towards you to check you out.

Valenzuela: I lay on my back now, softly sobbing, from the pain and from the humiliation of defeat. My chest heaving with each breath.

Vaani: I ask you ,"you okay?" In a sobbing voice. My limbs are still throbbing due to the adrenaline rush.

Vaani: I get on my feet after the match. Remove the gauge and throw it away on the octagon. As my first victory, I step a feet on your bruised face and flex my physique all along in middle of the octagon.

Valenzuela: I can barely move, lying there on the cold, hard floor of the octagon, my body aching from the brutal fight. Every breath I take sends a sharp pain through my ribs, and my arm throbs with a searing agony that I can’t ignore. Tears mix with the sweat and blood on my face, stinging my eyes as I try to focus, to make sense of what just happened. I lost. I submitted. I let the pain overwhelm me, and now, here I am, a broken mess on the mat, my pride shattered. Suddenly, I feel a weight on my face—a foot pressing down, heavy and unapologetic. I gasp, my sobs catching in my throat as your foot digs into my bruised cheek. I look up, seeing you towering over me, flexing in victory, the lights above casting harsh shadows across your body. It’s like a final insult, a stamp of dominance that makes the defeat all the more bitter. My face burns with humiliation, not just from the pain but from the sheer indignity of it all. A mix of emotions surges through me—anger, frustration, shame. I hate this feeling of being powerless, of being someone’s stepping stone to glory. But I swallow it down, knowing that in this moment, I have no choice but to accept what’s happened. I blink away the tears, my jaw clenching as I silently promise myself that this isn’t the end. Today, I’m the one beneath your foot, but this loss is only fueling the fire within me. I’ll come back stronger, harder, and more determined than ever. For now, all I can do is endure the humiliation, letting it etch itself into my memory as a reminder of what I need to overcome. I close my eyes, trying to block out the pain and the image of you celebrating above me, but I know I’ll never forget this moment.