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:53 Valenzuela: I have created the public room #Bosques_vs_Valenzuela.

22:56 Valenzuela: I’m back at the MGM Grand Theatre in Las Vegas, and the buzz of excitement is unmistakable. The lights are bright, the air is electric, and the stakes have never been higher. Last time, I walked out of this ring with a win over Natalie Bosques, but it wasn’t easy. I remember the pain, the blood, the crowd’s deafening roar. It was one of the toughest fights of my life, and now, we’re doing it all over again. https://venus.chatfighters.com/story/77822

22:57 Valenzuela:

22:57 Valenzuela: This isn’t just another fight. It’s a rematch. After our last bout, Natalie and I both have something to prove. She wants to show everyone that her loss was a fluke, and I want to prove that my win wasn’t a one-off. I’ve put in countless hours in the gym, working on my weaknesses, sharpening my strengths. I’m in the best shape of my life, muscled up to 122 lbs, every pound earned through sweat and sacrifice.

22:59 Valenzuela: The weigh-in yesterday was tense. Natalie had trimmed down to 125 lbs, looking lean and hungry. We locked eyes, no words necessary. We both know what’s at stake. This time, we’re both older, a little wiser, and a lot tougher. The bookies still favor Natalie with her superior record, but numbers don’t tell the whole story. This is about heart, determination, and the will to fight through the pain.

23:03 Valenzuela: Again, we fight in an undercard match for the main event. In my changing room, I put on my gear, short blue and white trunks splayed on the sides, a crisp white sports bra, hair braided, blue boxing shoes, and a white gum shield. Not to mention some bright green 8 oz gloves, the tools of my trade.

23:04 Valenzuela: I do a little shadow boxing, as I wait to be called to ringside.

03:31 Natalie_Bosques: I hear the crowd outside in the arena, already rowdy from the opening fights as I take a moment to focus while my trainer wraps my hands... , thinking about the weigh in yesterday.... . Last time we met was a close one, too close for me and I'm happy she agreed to a rematch. Lessons learned as I get up, a pair of red and black 8oz Grant gloves are tied and taped snug on my fists as I warm up some more with my trainer, hitting the focus mitts before it's time to go. I make my way out into the arena as we're called and announced to the ring, going through the motions as we both have a hundred times before it seems. I know she's a pro and can hit, I've got a better game plan this time and plan to win. I make my way through the ropes, skipping around the ring once before settling down in my corner, a sheen of sweat on my skin glistening in the ring lights as I face my coach as he swipes some Vaseline on my face and slips in a white mouthguard as we're called center for instructions....

03:33 Natalie_Bosques: I know I trained hard for this rematch as I meet you center ring, the ref holding our gloves tip to tip as she goes down the rules and I nod until we're told to touch gloves and I pop mine down on yours before backpedaling halfway to my corner, my red and white gladiator skirt sparkles on the lights, my yellow sports bra damp with sweat as I walk to my corner in my white high top boots and wait for the bell....

09:37 Valenzuela: I'm back in this ring, staring across at Natalie. The last fight wasn't easy—she pushed me to my limits, but I came out on top. She's looking determined tonight, and I can tell she’s hungry for redemption. I’ve trained harder for this rematch, knowing she’d bring her best. My heart’s pounding, and my muscles are tight, but I’m ready. This isn’t just about a win; it's about proving that last time wasn’t a fluke. I’ve got to stay sharp, stay focused, and remind her why they call me "La Princesa." The bell is about to ring, and I’m ready to show everyone what I’m made of. I roll my shoulders up and down and then begin to bounce on my feet, and shadow box a quick jab, right hook, left uppercut combo until, DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

16:48 Natalie_Bosques: ...I shift my weight side to side, shaking out my arms to loosen them up as I roll my neck and shoulders for a moment and bell sounds....I pop my gloves together, stepping out towards center ring, reaching my left glove out to tap yours before retracting into my orthodox stance.... Light on my feet as I shift my weight side to side, up and down, loosening up as I stalk you for a few moments, keeping my gloves up and tight as I flick out my left to judge some distance and test your reactions out. I keep up the dance for a few more moments before looking to commit to anything....ppsss...pssss...I step in to close to gap with a stiff double left jab towards your head and gloves to keep them busy, changing levels...ussh....ussshh...usshh....swinging in a straight right towards your midsection as I shift in with a quick left right hook towards your sides before covering up and side stepping, looking to keep the pace high for you in the opening round....(R1 3:00)

16:59 Valenzuela: I see NoNo coming out strong, moving light on her feet, testing me with those quick jabs. You’re trying to feel me out, but I’m not here to play it safe. As your left jabs flick toward my head, I keep my guard tight, gloves up, absorbing the light taps. You’re looking for an opening, trying to gauge my reaction. I stay calm, my eyes focused, my mind ready. When you shift levels and drive that straight right toward my midsection, I brace my core, tightening just in time to absorb the punch. I feel the impact but keep my feet planted. You’re coming in hot with a left-right hook combination toward my sides. I drop my right elbow to block the left hook and twist my body just enough to let the right hook glance off my ribs. You’re fast and aggressive, trying to overwhelm me early. As you step back, looking to reset and sidestep, I see my chance. I pivot on my back foot and quickly step in, closing the distance you’re trying to create. My left hand snaps out with a quick jab aimed at your face, looking to distract you and force your guard high. Without losing momentum, I shift my weight forward, rotating my hips as I throw a powerful right cross aimed at your chin. I want to make you think twice about rushing in.

17:05 Natalie_Bosques: I step out and you're quick to step in after me as I reset my gloves and you jab out while I weave and slip instead of guarding up.... ....PFFFFF......your cross comes in quick with a loud PAAP as it slams into my chin, my neck straining with the force as it pops my head to the side with a small mist of sweat and I plan my feet, standing my ground as I close up my gloves for a moment and step in toe to toe with you....USS...USSS..SSS....twisting in with a left hook towards your side, doubling it with a left cross towards your cheek and an overhand right towards your head as I look to let my hands loose for a bit to test you and myself out.....

17:17 Valenzuela: I feel my right cross connect solidly with your chin, but you’re tough—you plant your feet and come right back at me. I can see the determination in your eyes, and I know this is going to be a fight. You step in close, toe to toe, and start unleashing your combo. I see the twist of your body as you throw a left hook toward my side. I quickly drop my right elbow, too late, tightening my core to absorb the blow, but I feel the sting as it digs into my ribs. You’re coming in with everything you’ve got. Before I can fully react, you double up with a left cross aimed at my cheek. I turn my head slightly to roll with the punch, but it still catches me, snapping my head to the side, turning my cheek red. The crowd is getting louder, feeding off our energy. You’re not giving me any time to breathe, following up with an overhand right targeting my head. I know I can't take this one head-on. I dip my knees and weave to my left, feeling the rush of air as your glove skims past my head. Now's my chance. As I come out of the weave, I plant my left foot firmly and twist my body, launching a tight right uppercut aimed at your chin, hoping to catch you off-guard as you're coming down from your overhand right. Immediately after, I stay close and throw a quick left hook towards your body, looking to push you back and create some space. I need to remind you that I’m not backing down, and I can hit just as hard.

18:14 Natalie_Bosques: I swing away, looking to overwhelm you and try to make it an early night, but you weather my punches well, taking hits as you weave under my overhand....PPPFFF.....your uppercut comes up from below as tags my chin, snapping my head back with a halo of sweat as my knees buckle for a moment as I stumble back a step....MMMFFF...your left digs into my unprepared abs, grunting loudly as I stumble backwards a few steps, tripping over my feet as I land on flat on my ass against the canvas as I scramble to get back up, pushing quickly to my feet, hoping the ref will call it a trip instead of a knockdown.....(R1 2:20)

18:24 Valenzuela: I feel my uppercut land flush on your chin, and I see your head snap back, sweat flying off in a halo. It’s a satisfying feeling, knowing I’ve got you on the ropes, and when my left hook digs into your abs, I hear you grunt loudly. You stumble back, and I keep my eyes locked on you, watching as you trip over your feet and fall flat onto the canvas. The crowd roars, a mix of gasps and cheers, feeding off the intensity of the moment. My heart is pounding, but I can’t afford to get too excited. I know you’re tough, and you’re not out of this yet. I step back quickly, giving you space, but keeping my guard up just in case. I see you scrambling to get back up, pushing yourself off the canvas, and I know you’re hoping the ref won’t count it as a knockdown. I glance over at the referee, who seems to be watching closely, deciding not to count this as a knockdown, and motioning us to fight on as we reform our stances. I can tell you’re trying to play it off like it was just a trip, but I know that uppercut rocked you. “Stay focused,” I remind myself. I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves and wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my glove. I can’t let this moment slip away. I start bouncing lightly on my feet again, staying loose and ready. (R1 2:10)

18:25 Valenzuela:

18:28 Natalie_Bosques: "And she's down! Valenzuela with a beautifully timed uppercut, finding a hole in Bosques' relentless assault just 40 seconds into the first round! The ref, calling it a trip though, the crowd with mixed feelings on that call..." I get to my feet, bouncing on my toes and shaking my arms out as I pop my gloves together, putting on a show for the ref as he waves us in..."BOX!"....I step out, gloves up and a little more cautious as I go back to stalking you, shifting my weight around and flicking my left out and stepping in and out of punching range as I look for openings, breathing hard but steady as sweat beads up on my forehead and shoulders, keeping an eye on your movements.... (R1 2:00)

19:47 Valenzuela: I see you get back to your feet, bouncing on your toes and shaking out your arms, trying to show the ref you’re ready to continue. I know that uppercut shook you, but you're doing a good job of hiding it. The ref calls, "BOX!" and we're back in action. I watch as you start to stalk me again, flicking your left out, stepping in and out of range. You’re being more cautious now, looking for openings while keeping your movements unpredictable. I know you’re trying to gauge me, find a weak spot in my defense. I keep my guard up, staying light on my feet, and match your movements, shifting with you. I decide to be patient, not rushing in too fast, waiting for the right moment to strike. As you flick your left jab out, I slip to the outside, making sure to stay just out of reach. I keep my eyes locked on you, studying your rhythm, looking for any signs of fatigue or a lapse in your guard. Seeing you settle back into your stance, I decide it’s time to test your defense again. I step in quickly, feinting with a left jab to your face to draw your guard up high, then immediately switch levels and throw a straight right aimed at your midsection. I want to keep you guessing, make you think twice about where my punches are coming from. Without giving you time to recover, I shift my weight to my back foot and pivot sharply to my left, firing a left hook aimed at your jaw, looking to exploit any openings you might leave. I’m keeping my punches tight and controlled, not wanting to waste energy but making sure every shot counts. (R1 1:50)

20:23 Natalie_Bosques: We dance with each other for a few moments, keeping each other busy as I flick out my left and you make your move, keeping my guard high....UNNFF...my abs tighten as you switch up and your right digs into my midsection as my abs tighten with a loud TWAP. Keeping my guard up and tight as you shift in with your hook as it connects with my gloves, jostling them around my head as I stay in the pocket and step in as your hook connects...PAA!...PAA!...PAA....shifting my weight as I twist up, yelling out with a hard right uppercut towards your beltline, doubling it with a second towards your solar plexus as I twist in with a sharp left cross towards your eye as sweat starts to fly off our gloves, boxing toe to toe with you....(R1 1:40)

20:32 Valenzuela: feel my right punch dig into your midsection, a satisfying thud resonating through my glove, but you're still solid, staying tight in your guard. My left hook connects with your gloves, jostling them around your head, but you’re not backing down. You stay right in front of me, stepping in closer instead of pulling back. Suddenly, I see your weight shift, and before I can react, PAA!—your right uppercut comes in hard toward my beltline. I try to tighten my abs, but the punch lands solidly, knocking some wind out of me. A quick burst of pain radiates from my core, and I know I need to brace myself. PAA!—another uppercut comes right at my solar plexus. I try to twist away, but it catches me just enough to make me grunt, stunning me with pain, the force pushing me back slightly. I feel my breath hitch, and I know I’ve got to act fast to avoid getting caught in this barrage. I step back quickly, creating just a bit of distance between us to avoid the left cross at my eye, , but I know I can’t retreat too far. You’re in close and looking to capitalize, and I need to find a way to turn this around as I reset my guard, breathing hard

20:37 Valenzuela: (R1 1:30)

20:46 Natalie_Bosques: I feel my body shots connect and my corner shouting "PRESSURE, PRESSURE, PRESSURE!" as I quickly recover my left...PSSS..PSSS...hissing out with a double left jab into your gloves or head to keep them up and busy, not giving you time to reset as I step in after you...PPSSS....hissing out again with a straight left towards your solar plexus again, looking to work your body down as I step in to close the gap again....PAA!...PAA!...twisting in with a clubbing overhand right towards your head, trying to tag you behind your gloves as I shift in with a left hook towards your floating ribs.... (R1 1:20)

20:56 Valenzuela: I feel each punch land, and it’s like a series of explosions against my body. My breath catches in my throat, and I can’t help but stagger back, trying to create some space to regroup. But you don’t let up, You're a woman with something to prove. Your corner's shouts echo in the background—"PRESSURE, PRESSURE, PRESSURE!"—and I know you’re going to come at me hard. I try to raise my guard to block your jabs, but I’m moving too slowly. PSSS...PSSS... Your double left jab connects with my gloves, forcing them higher and keeping me on the defensive. Before I can even think of my next move, you’re stepping in closer. PSSS... I feel your straight left pierce into my solar plexus again, and I double over slightly, gasping for air. The crowd's noise fades into a dull roar as I focus on just staying upright, each punch pushing me closer to the ropes. You close the gap even more, and I see your right arm twist. PAA! Your overhand right crashes into the side of my head, just behind my gloves. My vision blurs momentarily, a bright flash of pain lighting up my brain. I stagger back, feeling my legs wobble, my back finally hitting the ropes. I know I’m in trouble, trapped with nowhere to go. As I try to brace myself, you slam a left hook into my floating ribs. PAA! The pain is excruciating, a sharp, burning sensation that makes me wince and let out a weak, involuntary cry. My knees buckle slightly, and I grab onto the ropes to keep myself from going down. I send a quick right jab towards your forehead, trying to back you away as I try to reset my guard on the ropes. (R1 1:10)

21:05 Natalie_Bosques: "LET LOOSE NAT, LET LOOSE!" My corer yells as they see you hurt on the ropes as my last punch connects, keeping my right tucked near my chin, making sure to keep covered between punches having learned from my early knockdown. You stab out with your jab as I slip to my left...ISSH...ISSH...ISSH....stabbing out a straight right left right towards your face, looking to box your nose and mouth as I keep you on the ropes, hoping to keep your gloves up an busy... ...as I shift my weight and drop levels....USSH...USSS...YUSS...ripping in a left hook towards your liver, right uppercut towards your beltline as I double it up with another towards your chin....(R1 1:00)

21:18 Valenzuela: I feel like I’m fighting underwater, everything moving in slow motion, every punch you throw landing with a force that sends shockwaves through my body. My head is spinning, my vision blurred, but I try to stay focused, to keep my gloves up and protect myself. I’m barely holding on, each breath coming out ragged and painful. You slip to your left, dodging my weak jab with ease, and then you’re on me again, relentless. ISSH...ISSH...ISSH... Your straight right-left-right combination snaps my head back with each blow, disorienting me. The first punch hits my nose, and I feel a fresh burst of pain as blood splatters from my nostrils, the sharp sting cutting through the haze of exhaustion. The second punch catches my mouth, my lips splitting open as I taste blood on my tongue. My gloves instinctively go up to shield my face, trying to block any more incoming shots, but you’re keeping me on the ropes, no room to breathe or escape. mtc

21:18 Valenzuela: Just as I think I might catch a breath, you shift your weight, dropping levels, and I see what’s coming but can’t do anything to stop it. USSH... Your left hook crashes into my liver, and a sharp, searing pain shoots through my side. My body jerks involuntarily, my knees buckling again as I gasp for air, every breath now a struggle. USSS... Your right uppercut lands hard on my beltline, and I feel the wind leave my lungs entirely, a deep ache spreading through my abdomen. I double over, my guard dropping just enough, my legs trembling as I desperately try to stay on my feet. My vision swims, the edges of the ring fading in and out as I clutch the ropes for support, but my strength is fading fast. mtc

21:18 Valenzuela: YUSS... The final uppercut slams into my chin, snapping my head back violently. My teeth clack together, and I see stars, my body unable to respond, every nerve screaming in agony. MY mouthguard flips out of my mouth and bounces across the canvass. The crowd’s roar is distant now, muffled like I’m hearing it through water. My grip on the ropes loosens, my legs giving way as the pain and exhaustion finally overwhelm me. I collapse onto my knees, then fall forward, face first onto the canvas, my gloves barely cushioning the impact. mtc

21:19 Valenzuela: I’m down, gasping for air, my body too weak to push up, my mind spinning. The pain is all-encompassing, but I can’t move, can’t think—only feel the burning ache of every punch that’s landed, every hit that’s brought me to this point. The referee’s voice is faint, counting over the roaring crowd, but I can’t make out the words. All I know is I’m down, and I don’t know if I can get back up. With 50 secs remaining in round 1 I'm down, everyone wondering if the first fight that went 5 rounds was a fluke, or what.

21:27 Natalie_Bosques: The crowd roars as the ref steps between us and shoves me away before I can trip over you, pointing me towards a neutral corner as I raise a glove in the air to work the crowd before settling in.... ...The ref kneels over you, starting the count, seeing you out on the canvas, face first as he barley gets to four and waves his hands over you, calling the fight as I jump up in the corner and the crowd explodes. He reaches down, turning your head so you can breath as he calls the ring doctor and your corner in to help as I take a lap around the ring and settle into my corner as I spit my mouthguard out and my coach hoists me in the air for a moment.....

21:32 Valenzuela: I'm on the canvas, the cold mat pressing against my cheek, every nerve in my body ablaze with pain. I hear the muffled sounds of the crowd, their cheers and gasps blending into a dull roar that feels miles away. My chest heaves with each shallow breath, blood trickling from my nose. I feel the coppery taste of blood in my mouth, my lips split and stinging. I know I’m down, but my body refuses to move—every muscle feels like it’s weighed down by lead, each attempt to push myself up is met with a surge of searing pain. mtc

21:33 Valenzuela: The referee's voice barely registers, a distant echo counting out the seconds as I lie there, trying to will myself to get up, but the strength just isn't there. By the time he reaches four, I feel a wave of dizziness hit me again, and I realize I’m not going to make it up. The thought stings almost as much as the blows that put me here, but I can't do anything about it. My body just won’t cooperate, and everything feels like it's spinning out of control. When the ref waves his hands over me, calling the fight, a rush of frustration hits me, cutting through the haze. I wanted to prove that the first fight wasn’t a fluke, that I could come back from anything. But here I am, face down on the canvas, unable to even lift my head. As he kneels down, turning my head so I can breathe, I suck in a shaky breath, trying to clear the fog in my mind. The cold air burns my lungs, and I realize how close I came to getting knocked out completely.

21:33 Valenzuela: I hear my corner rushing in, their voices urgent but comforting. I feel hands gently lifting me, rolling me onto my back as the ring doctor kneels beside me, checking my vitals. I blink up at him, still dazed, trying to focus on his face but seeing only a blur. "Take it easy, Karla," he says, his voice steady and calm, but I can hear the concern. "Just breathe. You're gonna be okay."

21:40 Valenzuela: The disappointment settles in, heavier than the pain in my body. I fought hard, but tonight wasn’t my night. I try to swallow, but my throat is dry and raw. I blink again, feeling the tears mix with the sweat and blood on my face. I don’t want to cry, but I can’t help it. This isn’t how I wanted it to end. As they help me to a sitting position, the crowd’s cheers for Natalie grow louder, and I manage a weak nod, trying to acknowledge them, but my body feels so heavy. I look across the ring and see Natalie being hoisted up by her coach, the crowd celebrating her victory. Part of me feels proud to have been part of this battle, even if I didn’t come out on top this time. I breathe deeply, wincing at the pain but trying to collect myself. I know I’ll have another chance, another fight. This isn’t the end—just another chapter. I fought with everything I had, and even in defeat, I know I showed heart. With a weak smile, I nod to my corner, letting them know I’m okay, or at least I will be. “Next time,” I whisper, almost to myself. “There’s always next time.”

21:50 Natalie_Bosques: A miniute or so passes I become concerned for my opponent, watching from my corner as I cool down, taking in some water as it seems you get to your feet. We're given a few moments before being called to center ring and I shuffle out, reaching out for a ginger hug..."Good fight Princesses, I'm sure we'll meet again..." The ref takes our gloves and has us stand on either side..."LADIES AND GENTLMEN GIVE IT UP FOR THESE TWO WARRIORS! And now, after 2 minutes and 10 seconds into the first round we have our winner, by way of Knock Out....Natalie.....NOOOOO....NOOOOOO....Booosssquees!!!" My glove is raised as the crowd roars and the ref lets your glove go as I'm hustled over towards my corner again for a quick photo op before we need to exit the ring for the next fight....

21:51 Valenzuela: END