Female Boxing Federation

10:23 Valenzuela: Under the heavy canvas of the tent, the warm Australian night hums with the sound of the crowd, eager for the next bout. The smell of sweat and dust hangs in the air, mingling with the energy of anticipation. There’s no fancy ring here—just a simple circle of string, dotted with colored flags flapping lazily in the faint breeze. It’s an old-school, no-frills setting, the kind that promises nothing but a raw, gritty fight.

10:23 Valenzuela: Sarah Davis, is an Australian pro fighter with a reputation that matches her lean, hardened physique. She works for the troupe and it’s her job to see that NOBODY ever collects that $1,000 prize on offer for stepping up into the ring with her and lasting 3 rounds. Clearly most women who try to collect the prize wind up on the dirty ground either semiconscious or just totally knocked out. At 5'6" and 129 pounds, her confidence is as solid as her record. She’s used to these scenes, used to the roar of the local crowd, used to dominating.

10:24 Valenzuela: I’m no local challenger, being Mexicana, but I’ve heard of these Aussie traveling boxing troupes, and have decided it’s just the thing for me, so I’ve stepped into the ring, wearing blue jean cutoffs, a top with a Mexican flag design, and yes, some big bad black boxing gloves. Stepping lightly into the circle, is me—Carla Valenzuela, 5'3", 120 pounds of pure, focused determination. I’m no stranger to challenges, and in case any of these local yocals are wondering, I know how to box. But this? This is different. I’m far from home, with Aussie eyes all around me, waiting to see if I’ve got what it takes. They’re expecting their girl to win, no doubt about it. But they don’t know me. They don’t know how I’ve fought my way through every corner of Mexico, through underground rings and back-alley brawls. I’ve been underestimated before, and I’ve never let it stop me.

10:24 Valenzuela: Sarah’s is on the other side of the circle, bigger, and this is her turf. But in this circle of string and flags, that doesn’t matter. It’s just me, her, and the fight that’s coming. The crowd is nothing. The flags are nothing. I’m here to prove a point, to show them that a Mexican fighter, fueled by grit and fire, can stand toe-to-toe with anyone. This is it. I’ve trained for this. The noise fades, and all I can hear is the thudding of my heartbeat, steady, ready. She’s got her crowd, but I’ve got my pride.

09:46 Sarah_Davis: Under the harsh heat of the tent, I’m at home. Jeans, barefoot, and a sleeveless blue-patterned plaid top. An outfit finished with a pair of deep red gloves. This has been my life, traveling from town to town and taking on all challengers. The tent rocks up, the prize is on the line, two women step into the circle and only I leave on my feet.

09:46 Sarah_Davis: Simple, right?

09:46 Sarah_Davis: The anticipation in the crowd is building as the night continues. My reputation has grown month by month, with several vicious knockouts recorded by phone having circulated online. Most opponents are locals with a chip on their shoulder, eager to prove just how tough they are.

09:46 Sarah_Davis: My last fight was against a blonde Swedish girl, though. Normally I’d take it easy, I don’t want girls to be too intimidated as I rock into town, but from the first exchange of punches it was all too clear that she was stepping into the circle as a professional. The pace quickened, and by the end of the first minute we were both going for the knockout. I caught her chin with a quick hook followed by an uppercut and she crumpled, landing face down at my feet motionless. It was only after the pictures of my foot on the back of her head arms raised for the cameras started blowing up my phone that I realized she was an insta-ho influencer trying to get some content at my expense.

09:46 Sarah_Davis: Sorry, not sorry. Bitch.

09:46 Sarah_Davis: I steel myself, my face pure determination as I start to make my way to the circle, knowing you’re already there. With a prize and dignity on the line you better believe I’m in this to win. I step into the circle to a chorus of cheers and jeers, encouraging them all with a gloved salute, my hand raised high. Australia fights to win.

09:46 Sarah_Davis: I get my first look at you in your Mexican flag top, offering a bemused smirk as I see the size I’ve got on you. I take a lap around the circle before stopping right in front of you, invading your space and staring you down.

09:46 Sarah_Davis: “Go ahead and quit before you hurt yourself.”

12:35 Valenzuela: I stand firm as you circle me, sizing me up with that smug look on your face. You’ve got the hometown advantage, at least this gang are all Aussie’s, who else would live in this shit hole of a town? You’ve got the crowd’s love, and yeah, I can see you’ve got a few pounds on me, but I’ve never backed down from a fight just because someone looks bigger or badder. That smirk of yours makes you look like a brawler, and that’s all the motivation I need.

12:35 Valenzuela: I tilt my head slightly, locking eyes with you. “You look real confident, Davis. Bet that feels nice with all your fans cheering you on,” my voice cool but edged with a challenge. “But here’s the thing—you haven’t fought anyone like me yet. You knock out some Instagram wannabe, and suddenly you think you’re a fucking wrecking ball. I’ve been in real fights, ones where the stakes are more than a few dollars and a selfie. And tonight, Sarah? Maybe you might want to leave, before you get a Mexican induced cerebral concussion!”

12:36 Valenzuela: I take a step forward, not giving an inch of ground, my body now bumping into yours. My gloved fists resting on my hips, ready for the war that’s about to go down. The crowd might be screaming your name, but this circular space? I’m gonna make sure it belongs to me.

07:41 Sarah_Davis: My breathing is heavy, my chest swelling, and it leaves my breasts rising and falling as we step in body to body. I’m drawing on the energy you’re firing right back at me and consuming it. I give you an almost sporting nod as I bump your body right back.

07:41 Sarah_Davis: “It’s true, I haven’t fought anyone like you. I haven’t fought a Mexican bitch who will retire for good after one fight in Australian territory.”

07:41 Sarah_Davis: I hold my ground, just as you hold yours. Trying to flood my will and aura all over you and put some fear into you. I am the better fighter. I believe it. I need you to as well. I finally take a step back, pointing my right glove in your direction before blowing you a mocking kiss.

07:44 Sarah_Davis: "If you're one for higher stakes, how about I raise them?" I roll my shoulders and stretch. "You win, I'll put up another ten thousand dollars." I point outside. "But when I win, I want your gloves and your car. You can crawl back to that plane home for all I care."

08:32 Valenzuela: Your body bump causes me to stumble a half step back, as it is hard to maintain position against a bigger opponent, but I step forward again to stay in contact. I stare straight into your eyes with my dark eyes, trying to see if I can bore a whole through your skull. I give you a big smirk. “Sure. I can use 10K, so it’s a deal. But I want more, I want to utterly humiliate you and wipe that smug look off your face forever. So how about the winner gets to put a dog collar on the loser’s neck and the loser then has to crawl around the ring being led by the winner, which we both know will be me? Think you can bark like a dog loser?”

08:34 Sarah_Davis: "You're fucking dreaming, but deal, perra." I point my glove at you again and rolling my neck.

08:38 Valenzuela: I back away now, just 3 or 4 steps. And then bang my gloves together to let the sound reverberate around the big tent. "You're gonna so regret making this bet with me la perdedora!" I then raise my gloves and form an orthodox stance.

08:39 Sarah_Davis: I raise my gloves, slipping into my southpaw stance. I can immediately see how comfortable you are in gloves and it just makes me even more determined. I love putting on a show. I take a deep breath and motion for the bell, the crowd already simmering with out energy.

08:40 Sarah_Davis: DING!!!

08:41 Sarah_Davis: We are fucking on! I slam my leather gloves together and start to make my way across the ring towards you. I set a steady pace, my bare feet shuffling along the coarse mat. I lead with my right, trying to put on some quick pressure as I step forward and start to hammer out a pair of right jabs. I aim them high, trying to force you to keep your gloves in your own face.

08:42 Sarah_Davis: I'm taking care not to overcommit, keeping my head moving. Determined to feel you out and let you betray your true strength and skill quickly.

08:49 Valenzuela: I begin to bounce lightly on the balls of my bare feet, feeling the dirty mat below, and start bobbing from side to side to get into a routine, feeling good and strong. You waste no time coming at me, like a bull dozer and slam a couple of jabs into my gloves, which I raise to protect my face, each punch sending my gloves into my face, giving me info about your strength. Fuck this, I think. After your second jab, I lunge forward and whip a left hook out towards your jaw as I lean out to my left, trying to curve my punch around your guard, then I dip my right glove to try to hammer your mid section with an uppercut, thinking I might pound the glove in between your elbows. I keep bobbing side to side to create some confusion through motion.

08:55 Sarah_Davis: I've got some size and reach, and I'm getting ready to take advantage of each. I keep up that forward pressure, watching your every movement. As you lunge forward, I rip my head backwards, arching my spine in the attempt and barely slipping past the hook. With my right arm outstretched, you slip low and crunch my abdomen with your uppercut. My body pulsing as you test the strength of my wall of muscle. Audibly grunting as you force me to reckon with your strength.

08:56 Sarah_Davis: I twist forward as you start to bob and weave, trying to slip my left foot back half a step before I feint a right jab. I try to draw your attention towards your head again before twisting into my left hook. Trying to slam my glove just under your right arm.

09:02 Valenzuela: You lean easily back and avoid my hook, but it still does the mission because it allows my uppercut to slam into your gut to test out those abdominal muscles that you have. And I score the first blow. Then another jab starts to come, so I raise my guard to fully protect my face, momentarily blinding me, but nothing comes, instead you twist and arch a left hook under my right arm, pounding me in the ribs and pressing your glove hard into the side of my right tit….uggg…..I let out a grunt, and then decide to fire back a right overhand bomb towards your left eye, trying to go over your guard, as I leap upwards, and then as I try to crash my body into yours, I try to sweep a left hook over your right shoulder, to target your jaw.

09:06 Sarah_Davis: The intensity of this war rips through me, my heart fluttering, my biceps flaring. The impact shooting through my arm as I crack your side, my glove melding against your breast for a moment. Just as I'm trying to get my hips set for another punch, you rip out your right fist clean over my glove and it slams viciously into my orbital bone. My head bobbling back just before your body slams into me, keeping me on my heels. My right glove out of position as your left swipes over my shoulder and hammers into my jaw.

09:07 Sarah_Davis: My head snaps back, wobbling as you keep me forced backwards. I try to awkwardly thrust my right forearm out towards you. Trying to force some space and get room to breathe.

09:13 Valenzuela: I feel the joy as my right glove smacks hard into your left eye socket, and my body crashes into your larger body does the trick, it disorients you long enough for me to cream the right side of your face with a nasty hook, and oh baby, they fell of my gloves fist smacking your jaw is just simply delicious. Even more so, is the shocked look on your face when you actually realize you are fighting someone who knows how to box!. You stick out your right forearm to keep me back, but I'm running on some adrenalin now, so I use my left glove to try to slap that right out to the side, and then try a double jab with my left, both punches aimed squarely at your nose, and then follow those up with a snappy right cross towards your chin....pst pst pst.

09:17 Sarah_Davis: My eyes are wide, blinking. I try to force you off of me only for you to knock my arm wide and nail my face with your jabs one after the other. I can feel the energy of the crowd building with cheers and jeers, because the dirty secret of Australian sports is that the one thing people like more than an Australian hero is an underdog. You force me back with the jabs, my legs losing the firmness of my stance before your cross flashes up clean into my chin.

09:19 Sarah_Davis: My head gets rocked again, my mind fluttering for an instant. Even I can't tell if it was the punch or the momentum, but my legs give way and I'm sent toppling either way. I crash down to the mat onto my side before sprawling out. My head spinning as I look up at you.

09:19 Sarah_Davis: The next thing I know the count is starting.

09:19 Sarah_Davis: ONE!

09:19 Sarah_Davis: TWO!

09:19 Sarah_Davis: THREE!

09:24 Valenzuela: All three of my punches land, the jabs with my left taking you by surprise and then my right really bores into your chin, knocking you off your feet! The crowd roars their approval, loving this unexpected turn of events, even if it is an Aussie on the mats! I stand over you for a moment, gloves raised triumphantly. I nearly spit the words out of my mouth "Better stay down for the count puta, 10 grand isn't worth the beating you're gonna get if you stand up!" Then I step back as the count continues.....FOUR!

09:26 Sarah_Davis: I blink up at you for a moment, the spirit of the moment rushing into me and leaving me turning white. I feel the weight of all the eyes on me just as much as what is at stake. My glances flick across the room before I shake my head. Turing back to you and breathing hard. I thrust my gloves against the mat and almost jump up to my feet. Trying to insist through my actions that I haven't been remotely phased.

09:28 Sarah_Davis: "Like fuck, you Mexican slut." I hiss violently. I wipe my brow with my glove as I step back and hop in place. Bringing my gloves up again and motioning for you to come at me.

09:33 Valenzuela: As you raise your gloves, trying to act tough after that knockdown, I smirk, already planning my next move. I step forward with a feint jab, just to test your reaction and to distract, and then immediately follow it up with a sharp left hook aimed right at your jaw. I want to keep the pressure on, and as soon as that hook is out, I follow up with a stiff right cross aimed at your solar plexus, twisting my arm to increase the power, hoping to break down your body and hopefully leave you gasping for breath. I want to stay toe to toe with you, and slug it out Mexican style!

09:38 Sarah_Davis: I focus on breathing, staying calm and crisp. I've had tough fights before and I've come out ahead. I'm prepared for some pressure and I quickly twist towards my right to slip the feinted jab, ready for your follow up too as I keep that momentum rolling and getting my head just past your left hook as it comes in. My neck cranes and my weight is outstretched before you follow up with your right cross with slams full force into my solar plexus. The impact stops me in my tracks as pain rushes through me, losing another breath as my diaphragm starts to shake.

09:39 Sarah_Davis: I try to get my body moving inconsistently, trying to throw off any attempt you have at measuring up my movements. I take another step back, bobbing my head before throwing out a sharp left hook up high. I try to crack it into your temple and force some space between us. Stepping back as I throw the punch, trying to force you to fight at my range rather than yours.

09:45 Valenzuela: My left hook hits nothing but air, as you twist away from it like a pro, but as you twist back, I land my right gloved fist dead centre, but you use your muscular body to absorb the blow and keep fighting. You take a step back, to put me out of range,, and then throw out a sharp left hook, going for my temple, but being shorter than you, I weave under that hook, and push off my trailing right leg to move in closer to you, and as I'm rising, I try to hammer your liver region with a wicked left shovel hook, trying to drive my gloved fist in under your rib cage, and then I try to slam a right uppercut just under your lower ribs, trying to bust your spleen. I feel like I'm in the groove and got a good read on you now, bebe!

09:48 Sarah_Davis: I'm getting completely overwhelmed as you outmaneuver my hook, going low and slamming your fist into my lower abdomen. It misses my liver but leaves my abdominal wall quaking under the pressure. Within a moment you follow up with your uppercut and it crunches the muscles, folding me over. I let out a pained groan, my thighs quaking. I throw my weight forward, trying to get both arms over your upper biceps in a clinch. Trying to slow the pace down so that I can breathe, dropping my weight dead against your smaller body.

11:02 Valenzuela: I slam a left hook and right uppercut into your body that leans you forward, I’ve got a big smirk on my face “Nighty night pussy cat!” I drop my right glove, intending to pump a brutal right uppercut into the centre of your face, but suddenly you spring up. My uppercut never gets to launch, only a light tap on your body, as you wrap your powerful arms over my biceps, your forward momentum driving me back a few steps until I plant my feet…..”Fuck….here to fight not get cosy!”

11:37 Sarah_Davis: I take several heavy breaths as I sink into you, your glove smacking against my body as I get my weight into you. My breasts swell against your body as I tie you up, taking every moment to recover. My arms are tense against yours as I slowly try to muscle you back. Powering off of my thighs as I try to push you towards the edge of the ring. There are no ropes, so there is nothing to save you if you do hit the string of flags surrounding us.

11:38 Sarah_Davis: I try to keep thrusting forward, before twisting my shoulders and trying to pump up a straight left up towards your head. Almost trying to shove you in the attempt to break us apart.

11:43 Valenzuela: You muscle me back, and there is nothing I can really do to stop from being forced back into the string of small flags. I try to muscle my way out, twisting left and right, but your arms keep my arms and body hugged tight. The thing about the clinch is that you know when you will release, and I have to then react, if I can. Suddenly your shoulders twist and I'm free, stumbling back as you push, and then your big left hits me in the middle of my forehead, snapping my head back, and my ankles get snagged in the string of flags, so I as I come towards you, my brain buzzing, I begin to fall forwards from the string tugging on my ankles.

11:47 Sarah_Davis: I'm feeling the pressure, and I try to redirect it all towards you. All consuming as I try to claw for any advantage I can. As you stumble back and find your ankles snagged in the flags, I try to twist and slam punches up towards you. I peel my hips back as you look like you might fall forwards, before twisting and fully committing to a pair of wild hooks. I swipe upwards with my right, trying to nail your temple. My entire body rotating with the punch before I fire another from the other side. Trying to use my first to tee up the power of my left fired clean up towards your face.

11:53 Valenzuela: Your not fighting fair, as you see that I'm in difficulty with these dammed strings, but of course, I would do the same if the situation were reversed. I falling forward, when suddenly, you nail me in the temple with a big right hook, and that's all it takes to send me toppling over to my right, as your big left hook just glances over the top of my head as I land on my right side, my face kissing the dirty mat, feeling daised and stunned, and woozy.....like a sledge hammer just hit my fucking head.....uggggg! I glance upwards, seeing your nasty expression as I struggle.....and then a count commences....ONE! TWO! THREE!

11:55 Sarah_Davis: "Eat. Fucking. Shit." I spit venomously down at you as you crash down into the mat. My body shaking as I glare down at you, shaking my head. My spirit still grazed by the sting of getting floored after the first exchange. I stand over you, with nobody to usher me to a neutral corner. Letting the count rise further as I try to intimidate you with my very presence.

11:59 Valenzuela: It's the second knockdown of the fight, but this time, it's me! All because this cheating bitch gets me wrapped in the string, and then punches when I'm snagged. I grit my teeth as you stand over me, staring down at me. Clearly i can't untangle myself with boxing gloves, so a kind man steps over to unsnag my ankles. My head is swimming in pain, like my brain is splashing around inside my skull. I push myself up as the count reaches 9, and then get into a standing position, putting up my dukes, not trusting this cheating bitch at all!!!

12:01 Sarah_Davis: I stand back as you work to rise, my smirk turned into a glare of hateful determination. I bounce on my bare feet, keeping my arms loose as you work to rise. I bring my gloves up in the final moments, giving you the time to get your fists up... then I break into a full charge.

12:02 Sarah_Davis: I throw myself towards you, gloves up. Quickly diving into a well rehearsed combination of bombs. I start with a high right jab, followed up my a sharp left cross that I try to bury between your breasts. Preparing to step in and twist into a tight right uppercut, hoping I can slip it through your gloves and up towards your chin!

12:09 Valenzuela: I just barely get to standing position, gloves up, when you charge toward me, like a fucking devil! Your gloves up, throwing a high right jab. I raise my guard, but my body is still sluggish from the knockdown, and your jab crashes into my gloves, pushing them back into my face. Before I can even reset, your left cross smashes into my chest, hitting me right between my breasts, each tit nearly getting smooshed out of the sports bra!. The punch drives the air out of me, and my guard drops momentarily. That’s when I see her right uppercut coming in fast, aiming right for my chin. I drop my chin, so the punch does not connect solidly, but your glove bounces and scrapes upward along my face, giving me a bloody nose, snapping my head back and forcing me to bite down on my mouth guard. I react by swinging out a left hook, trying to go over your right shoulder, hoping to crack open your fucking jaw!

12:15 Sarah_Davis: I'm coming in hot, my arms swinging with all of my fury thrown into every punch. Drops of your blood get smeared against my glove, and I exhale hard with satisfaction. My arm high, my own glove masks your left as I start to bring it back into place, and your left hook slices over my shoulder and slams full on into my jaw. My head rocks towards my left, my knees buckling, my combination interrupted as I'm left reeling backwards away from you.

12:20 Valenzuela: My left hook stopped the onslaught, but I'm hurt too, so its just a question of who can now take the most pain. I see your knees buckling, so I steady myself to come after you, staying in lockstep. I can't let you recover, it could be the end of me if I do. Staying with you, I try to distract you with a left straight at your lower floating ribs, and then send right cross out, trying to hit you between the eyes! Rather then going back to my left, I load up my right again, try for an uppercut towards your chin, hoping to show you what it feels like, twisting my hips to power up the punch, that I try to pound between your guard.

12:25 Sarah_Davis: I try to keep up, stepping back and bringing my arms inwards to protect my ribs, taking the punch hard against my forearms and being backed up another step, your right slings up high and smacks me clean in the face. My eyes left bleary as your uppercut comes in low and slams full force right into the base of my jaw. The impact jolts through my skull, then sending my arms spasming, my mind flashing white before being left senseless. My body collapsing backwards, the momentum flowing through the punch as I'm sent flying into the mat.

12:26 Sarah_Davis: My skull rattles off the floor with a thud that echoes through the tent, my body unfurling, eyes empty as I stare up at the tent. Arms and legs sprawled out in every direction.

12:29 Valenzuela: I feel the jolt of power up my right arm as my glove lands squarely on you jaw, and then you crash land on the dirty canvass. I keep moving foreward, and stand over you, gloves in on guard position. A count commences ONE! TWO! THREE! and then I back away a couple of steps.....raising my gloves above my head.....the crowd animated at what appears to be a major upset....I know whip some of the blood dribbling from my nose with the back of my left glove....

12:31 Sarah_Davis: I'm flattened at your feet, motionless as the count keeps rising. My breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath as the crowd jumps to their feet. My eyes are glazed over as my head turns slightly from side to side.

12:31 Sarah_Davis: FOUR!

12:32 Sarah_Davis: FIVE!

12:32 Sarah_Davis: SIX!

12:33 Valenzuela: I let my gloves drop to my sides....you're eyes tell all.....I don't think you're getting up....as the count continues....SEVEN! EIGHT!....I roll my shoulders up and down, and wince as it pains me.....my body now shiney and slick with sweat....

12:34 Sarah_Davis: NINE!

12:36 Sarah_Davis: The crowd is on their feet as I'm left flattened by the Mexican challenger. Out cold, and now everyone knows it. A tremor running through my body as my streak is snuffed out by the better boxer.

12:36 Sarah_Davis: TEN! KNOCKOUT! Sarah has been knockout out cold in the FIRST round! Winner, Carla!

12:39 Valenzuela: The so called "ref" raises my right arm, declaring me the winner, and presents me with a check for $1,000. I hope they have cash in the account to cover it, otherwise I'll be looking for them. But it's not over yet, as you regain consciousness, i borrow a dog collar and leach from a member of the crowd, and fasten the collar around your neck. "UPUP UP SASSY! It's time for a walk to the bank!!"

12:45 Sarah_Davis: I'm assisted out of my mouthpiece as I regain consciousness, helped away by a few splashes of water. Not that it gives me a moment to pull together what just happened. Within moments you fasten the collar around my neck and force me to my knees by my neck. I gag before I'm pulled forward into that crawl. Slowly pulling my thoughts together and breaking into sobs. Pulled towards your heel on my gloves and knees, scrambling after you.

12:46 Sarah_Davis: Well fuck.

12:55 Valenzuela: “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY???” “BAD PERRA!””I MUST PUNISH MY PUPPY NOT TO SPEAK SUCH NAUGHT WORDS!” I start tugging harder and walking faster…. until you're crawling after me, your gloves scraping the mat. The crowd roars louder, feeding off the spectacle, as I parade you around the ring like the loser you are. “This is what happens when you step into the ring with La Princesa!” I shout to the crowd, dragging you closer, forcing your tear-streaked face to kiss the canvas. I pull you around the ring by your leash, giving the crowd exactly what they want. “Crawl, Sarah, crawl! Or maybe you'd like to beg?” I tug you forward sharply, the collar biting into your neck as you sob, too humiliated to fight back. After making you circle the ring, I stop, pulling your face up toward me. "Now, perra, I want you to tell everyone here who the real champion is. Just bark it out!"

12:57 Sarah_Davis: I choke on my sobs as you force me to work just to keep up with you. Scrambling after you before you rip me forward towards you, the collar digging deep into my throat. Helplessly pawing at it as I shake my head. My cheeks flushed with the total humiliation. "You..." I whimper out. "You. Carla. You're the real champion!" I gasp out. Breathless, but loud.

12:58 Valenzuela: I bend down, and begin to pet your head, "Now see, that was not so hard Sarah....I'll give you some nice doggy treats later after we get back from the bank luv"...