Female Boxing Federation

Valenzuela: The neon lights flicker outside Marty’s Sports Bar, casting a gritty glow over the crowd pouring in for the night’s headlining event—the Tough Gal Boxing Competition. Inside, the over packed and poorly ventilated air is thick with the smell of sweat, and anticipation. Marty’s isn’t your typical sports bar—it’s a dive with character, where the smell of cheap beer and stale pretzels mixes with the sounds of clinking glasses, rowdy laughter, and soon to be leather pounding flesh. Not to mention all the heated debates over who’s about to walk away with the win tonight.

Valenzuela: The center of attention is the ring with colourful ropes, and a weathered canvas, nestled between two large screens flashing past fight highlights. Above the ring, bright lights sway slightly, casting an uneven glow over the venue. Fans are packed shoulder-to-shoulder, gripping their drinks as they shout out last-minute bets, while a few lean against the bar, eyes fixed on the ring like it's the last fight of the century. The patrons here are no strangers to blood, bruises, and bone-crunching punches—they’re here for a fight, not a dance.

Valenzuela: The board over the bar says it all: Tanya Solo, 5’6”, 135 pounds, 29 years old vs Carla Valenzuela 5 ft 3 in, 120 lbs, 30 years old. The truth of the matter is that no one relay knows how this fight will go. Tanya has a weight and reach advantage, looks good in her training camp, but its her first sanctioned fight. Even though she’s never fought professionally, her athletic frame and intense focus have already won over some of the more seasoned fight-goers. Tanya is here to make a statement, and she looks like she’s ready to deliver. Carla has more ring time for sure, but a mixed record of 10:10. she might be smaller, but what she lacks in size, she makes up for in experience. With a mixed record of 10 wins and 10 losses, Carla has faced her share of highs and lows in the ring. The Mexican fighter has seen it all—brutal knockouts, grueling slugfests, and everything in between. So this fight could be wild and could go in any direction.

Valenzuela: The contrast between these two fighters is palpable—Tanya, the hungry wolf, eager to prove herself, and Carla, the seasoned warrior, determined to remind everyone why she’s still a force to be reckoned with. The tension hangs heavy in the air as both women enter the bar, ready to exchange gloved fists in the center of the ring. Who will emerge victorious from this brawl under the bar's gritty lights?

Valenzuela: I’ve arrived at the bar early, changing into a Mexican flag coloured sports bra, some white shorts, and white boxing boots, and some red 8 oz gloves, just about ready take on the newcomer to Marty’s sports bar. I’ve boxed here a few times, so the patrons know what to expect, but I doubt the gal named Tanya has a clue as to what’s gonna hit her. I get a light smear of Vaseline applied to my face, a mouth guard popped in, and then slap my gloves together, ready to box. I’m told its time to enter the ring, so I go out, walking proudly and confidently down the aisle to the ring, where I first get checked over, and then move to my corner, shadow boxing as I move.

Valenzuela:

Tanya_Toughie: My first sanctioned event is not your ideal scene. The smell of stale beer reminds me that there will be no major prizes won tonight. However, I need to start my career somewhere and the local watering hole does have quite a source of talent. I push my way through the drunken crowd, in my tight silver top, red trunks, with black 8 oz gloves. The spectators stumble apart, some patting me on the shoulders in a gesture of good luck. The apron is low and I hop up to it, grabbing the top rope and sending a violent vibration around the perimeter. I slip under the top rope, and jet to the center, stare at my opponent, and shoot some hard punches into the air in a "bring it on" sort of way. I don't lose my eye contact as I backpedal to my corner and bounce on my toes

Valenzuela: I keep my eyes on my larger opponent, who likes to create a grand entrance. I just stare blankly over at her, and smirk. I'm ready for this, and with a light sheen of sweat on my skin, I stop shadow boxing. The ref calls out to ring center, and gives his instructions, bla bla bla....I've heard it 20 times, and then ends by saying protect your selves at all times, and if you're inclined, tap gloves. I give Tanya a big smirk and extend my gloves, then back away briskly, keeping eye contact, to wait in my corner for the bell.

Tanya_Toughie:

Tanya_Toughie: Hearing the instruction, I strut to the center of the ring, plant my feet, and glare through the instruction. I respond to your smirk with a wink and glove tap, aggressively meeting your mitts halfway. Once again, I backpedal to my corner, this time smacking my right back with my left palm and nodding my head, ready for action

Valenzuela: DING! DING! DING! The bell rings, and I don’t waste a second. Tanya’s taller, heavier—she’s got the advantage in size, but I’ve got experience and the guts to take risks. I dart forward, forming an orthodox stance, left glove and foot leading, right glove held back loose near my chin, elbows tucked in. My feet bouncing lightly and moving fast on the mat, bobbing side to side erratically, I can see you trying to measure the distance. As I get into range, I throw a quick left jab towards your nose, not expecting it to land, but just to throw you off, a mere distraction. Immediately, I duck low, twisting to the side, and try to slam a right hook into your lower floating ribs, wanting to break your body down early. I follow this with a left overhand bomb as I rise, aiming straight for your jaw. It’s a big swing, risky, but I know I need to stop you from getting into a rhythm. R1 2:50

Tanya_Toughie: I welcome the bell and dart from my corner. Just prior to the center, I settle in my orthodox stance, left foot forward. I can tell you’re eager to set the tone and accept your enthusiasm by keeping my black gloves tight to my face and elbows in. A light jab touches my gloves and deflects away. I anticipate the low maneuver and crunch left to protect my body with my left elbow, blocking your hook, recoiling, and throwing a left counter hook of my own to where I want your head to be. But while in flight, a fist catches my left cheek. I jump back wide eyed. I’m ready for more. R1 2:40

Valenzuela: I feel my right hook get blocked, not getting anywhere near your rib cage, and as I’m moving up, and my overhand left hits your cheek, you are already sending a hook back with your left. My right is in play and I use that to block the incoming rocket, my right glove getting punched into the side of my face. I keep pressing forward, feet moving quickly to close the gap. I throw a quick left feinted jab toward your guard, hoping to keep you focused high, while my real aim is low. I dip down again, and I try to slam a hard right hook into your side, just under your ribs, wanting to break down your stamina. I’m a stubborn boxer and want to work over that body. R1 2:30

Tanya_Toughie: You rush me. But boxing is like chess at times. I stand my ground and keep my head moving, awaiting your next strike. It’s a good one, feigning the jab and dropping low. I take a mental note of the multiple high low moves in your arsenal. Like chess, there are anticipations and sacrifices to be made. I react to the fake jab, sacrificing my body and receive a hard hook to my mid section “GNFF” I quickly try to catch your head while it’s low with a left uppercut to your chin, in effort to raise your head, accompanied by an immediate right cross up top. I finish with my weight on my left foot, bobbing with it

Valenzuela: I drive my right hook into your ribs, and feel a satisfying jolt up my arm as the glove fist punches in hard. I forget that I've weaved low once before, and you are ready with a left uppercut as I begin to rise, my right guard is still out of place after slamming the hook into your ribs, and I'm not erect enough to lean back from it, so as my eyes bulge, all I can do is twist my face to my left and drop my chin to my chest, to take the punch on my right jaw, it snaps my head up and forces spit to spray from my mouth as I bite down on my gum shield. My head swirls some, my eyes water a little, as I see the right cross coming, I stick out my left forearm to parry to cross out to my left, and then try to send a double jab back towards your right eye, and then keep dancing on my toes, trying to follow the jabs with a a high right hook towrds your temple, wanting to stay in close and go toe to toe. R1 2:10

Tanya_Toughie: There’s no time to enjoy the satisfaction of connection as you parry my right and continue your pursuit. Quick jabs keep me engaged, the first patting my nose and the second misses my left ear as I slip it right. I keep my momentum moving right, fortunately, away from your hook, barely evading it. For a moment, I hear the crowd while I collect myself. I tune them back out and reset my focus on you by shooting a jab with my feet planted and then a second jab, this time stepping in with my left foot. R1 2:00

Valenzuela: My first jab just pats your nose, and then you quickly slip my second jab, moving right. This has the additional benefit of letting my right hook whiff past your head, but I stay locked in, feeling the intensity of our duel. As you start to reset, I see the jab coming towards me. I take a step back, letting the first one fall short, but as you step in with that second jab, I try to close the gap and weave low, going under it, and push forward off my trailing right foot. As I start to rise, I try to send a right hook under your left arm, trying to hammer those lower floating ribs, and then moving left to recenter, a sharp right straight aimed for your solar plexus region, twisting my arm to increase its power. R1 1:50

Tanya_Toughie: “USSSH. USSSH” I exhale with each jab. My efforts are fruitless as you allude both lefts and counter with two atheltic rights. Your movements are fluid and tactical. My left arm is too slow to block your first right and it connect hard, close to a prior shot I endured. Clench down on my mouthguard. Urgently, I step back to retreat out of range. Your second right catches me as I move back but it’s not devastating. I sense the ring growing smaller as the ropes approach behind me. I remind myself to move side to side in the future, and not back anymore. Time to retaliate. I decide to use my reach with a double jab up high, stepping left with each

Valenzuela: I feel my hook sink in hard, my right straight not so hard as you are stepping back. The crowd is lively but I try to ignore this and focus on the mission at hand. You’ve stepped back now, wanting to take advantage of your range, and outcomes a snappy jab, up high, it hits my forehead, snapping my head back, but it’s at the range of your extension so not devastating. Another jab comes out, and I slip my head to my right, and step right as you step left. I don’t dare try to weave under the jab, as I figure I’ve gone to the well to many times. I try to swing out with a right hook, going over your left shoulder, trying to catch your jaw, and a moment later, send out a left straight, trying to catch you in the chin, hoping to punch it through your guard. R1 1:30

Tanya_Toughie: ‘Step, Step’ I think to myself with each jab. Staying vigilant, I snap my second jab back and keep my head moving. I’m slightly in your shorter range and duck your hook, popping my head up just in time to taste a glove pressed through my guard. I lick my lower lip to find (phew) it’s still just sweat. Shaking it off, I jump left, keeping my left shoulder between us, and turn into a hard right hand looking for the side of your face. R1 1:20

Valenzuela: You duck under my hook, my right glove just swooshing some air over your head, hope you enjoy the breeze in this sweat shop!. But you pop back up just in time to eat my left straight. The satisfaction of landing it is short-lived as I catch your right hand coming straight for my face, so I instinctively raise my left glove just in time to deflect it, but your glove deflects upward and still grazes my temple, the force pushing me off balance slightly. I know I have to keep stepping in closer, as intimidating as this is, it’s the only way, so I step in closer, trying to crowd you, smothering your range advantage. I throw a quick left jab toward your chin, not expecting into land, but the name of the game is distract, distract, distract! I immediately dip low at the knees, planting my feet hard, and try to explode upward with a right uppercut aimed at your solar plexus, trying to push it between your guard, hoping to dig deep and weaken your core. Staying on you like a nasty fly, I follow with a left hook aimed at your ribs, wanting to make it hurt, wanting to hurt your body and begin to limit your abilities. R1 1:10.

Tanya_Toughie: I land my right and continue to move. My head bobs in every direction, gloves up guarding it. The head motion is perfect as I slip a jab. A sudden blow buckles me slightly “OOMPH” as you connect just above the belt. Reactions tighten me up down low, pulling my elbows into my sides, and catching a left hook. I double jab up high stepping left to create space. I’ve lost a little wind and suck in air. My mouth is gaping, exposing the blue guard. I continue moving left looking for an opening. As expected, since you have not let up, you follow. I aim to keep you away with jab, step back with my right foot, and aggressively bring it back with a heavy right cross at your face. R1 1:00

Valenzuela: I feel the uppercut land solidly into your midsection, the “OOMPH” sound giving me some satisfaction as I know I’ve at least knocked some wind out of you. The follow-up left hook to your ribs connects, but I can see your elbows tightening up, limiting the impact. You’re smart, guarding low now, but I’m determined to break through. Just as I press forward again, you jab up high, and I instinctively raise my guard, feeling each one of the jabs connect with my gloves. The defensive jabs, though, allow you create space, moving left, sucking in air—I can see the fatigue starting to build as your mouthpiece flashes with each breath. But as you move, I stay on you, bobbing from side to side, refusing to give you that distance you need. I see your jab coming out again, and I weave to my left, stepping left, narrowly avoiding it. But as I prepare to strike back, your right cross comes out hard and fast, aimed at my face. I try to slip to the side, but it punches me in the nose, snapping my head to the back, and starting a dribble of blood from each nostril. I stagger a half-step, blinking away the sting, my face buzzing from the hit. I refuse to back down though. I immediately fire back with a quick double jab of my own, targeting your face, followed by a right hook aimed at your jaw, determined to keep the pressure on. R1 0:50.

Valenzuela:

Tanya_Toughie: You walk right into my combo. I’ve been practicing that move for years during mitt work and it pays off. Blood leaks from your nose and calls me to fight for more. I step in to try and really open you up, as you stagger slightly. Hop stepping into you, right hand cocked back, I have to defend as fast jabs shoot to my face. My careless approach allows both to land; one on my nose, the other my lips. Then “GRRRSHH” a right to my jaw snaps my head right. I hear the crowd scream and see beer fly upwards out of the corner of my eye. I cover up, duck down low and throw a left, right hook combo for your torso, exiting left and standing back up in my guard. R1 0:40

Valenzuela: I feel a few warm droplets of blood now dripping onto my upper lip and then down onto my chin, from the right cross that nearly flattened my nose. Then I hear the crowd erupt as my jabs land, one after the other, snapping into your face, and my right hook snaps your head right. There’s no time to celebrate though, because as soon as I see your head snap to the side, you dip down and come back at me with hooks to my torso. I feel both punches land, one after another, a hard left and right slamming into my side ribs, like you’re Rocky punching a side of beef. My body jolts with the impact, making me grunt as I feel the ache spread across my ribs. This took me by surprise, totally, as I’ve not seen you throw a body punch during round 1 that I can recall. You try to step left, but I follow, stepping right to confront you. I wince from the pain but suck it up, gritting my teeth, stepping into you again. My guard stays tight as I duck low, and I come back up fast with a sharp left hook aimed at your ribs, hoping to extend the courtesy that you showed me, followed by a quick right uppercut aimed under your chin, wanting to knock your head off. R1 0:30

Tanya_Toughie: “UNNGH, UNGGHH” I twist hard into the hooks just before stwpppong away. Once again, you follow closely. I’m gasping for breath as I try to stay out of reach. You continue to move fluidly and I follow your chest move down and back up. I brace for body shots and catch your left with my bicep. But your uppercut makes its way to my chin, forcing my eyes up. I bring my chin back down in place to see you in tight, never allowing the space I need. I aim to give a taste of your own medicine, staying close, I lean left for a left uppercut, move my head right for a right uppercut, then back to the left for a quick double 7,7 “USSH, USSH” exhaling hard with each left R1 0:20

Valenzuela:

Valenzuela: The moment I land that uppercut to your chin, I can see it rocked you, forcing your eyes up, and I give out a big smirk, this is it, and I open my guard to try a massive right hook at your jaw, but before I can press my advantage, I feel it—“UNGGHH!”—your left uppercut slams into my solar plexus, pain stunning me as it radiates outward from the impact. It’s followed immediately by a right uppercut landing on my jaw, snapping my chin up. “UNGH!” I gasp, my head jolting from the impact, and I instinctively tighten my guard, but you’re not done. Your fists keep coming with two quick left uppercuts, hammering into my chin one after the other. “USSH, USSH!” The hits force me to stumble backward, my body aching from the blows, twisting me around, landing me on my side. My mouth guard flips out of my mouth and bounces on the canvass a few times. My eyes roll and glaze over….and there I lie, motionless, not feeling anything. R1 0:10

Tanya_Toughie: Putting everything I have into my last two uppercuts and guard up expecting retaliation. Instead, I peak through my mitts in time to watch you crash to the mat! “Get to your corner” the referee orders. I oblige and slowly walk to a white corner, my chest bouncing with heavy breathing. Again, I take in the crowd. Beer and peanut shells rain down. Some cheer. Others boo. I stare to those jeering and make an unsportsmanlike ’night, night’ gesture by pressing my palms together and laying my right cheek on my top hand. The showmanship gets a roar. I stand facing you, dead weight on the mat, with my arms resting on the top rope. The ref begins counting… but an unfortunate sound kills my enthusiasm…

Tanya_Toughie: DING round 1 has ended

Valenzuela: There is a myth of being “saved by the bell”, whereas the reality in boxing is that a bell does not stop a count. I’m lying on my side, and the ref is behind me, this being not a pro fight, he is less professional, and does not check me over, and as I here the count commence, until FIVE, I regain consciousness and roll onto my back. The ref considers this, then, to be a knock down, rather than a knockout…a mistake on his part. And stops the count, allowing me to take some moments to get to my feet, dizzy and disoriented and return to my corner, needing to take water, and try to revive myself, and my sweaty body. The ref comes over to check me out, and I tell him I can continue…..

Tanya_Toughie: I remain in the white corner leaning on the ropes, hoping for no movement. The excitement is sucked from me when you struggle to roll over. The moment the ref makes his decision is when reality sets in that this fight certainly is not over. I strut to my corner for a quick rest. My left oblique twinges the entire way. I have swelling in my left cheek and certainly feel winded. Off my feet, onto the stool, I spit out my mouthguard to slug some water and wait for round 2

Valenzuela: I take more water, and let is splash over my face, and then have my mouth guard reinserted. I feel I was doing great, until the last few seconds....getting hammered by a combination of brutal uppercuts, my head now buzzing...or was that the 10 second warning buzzer? I get to my feet, gloves ready.....DING! As the bell sounds, I reluctantly come out of my corner, gloves up, now somewhat flat footed, trying to conserve energy....moving to the ring center....

Tanya_Toughie: The minute is not enough to full regain my breath. I feel better than when I entered the corner but upon exiting, that pain in left side nags me. It's a reminder to watch the high-low moves this round. In hopes of continuing where I left off, I rapidly shuffle forward, hands up, left foot in front, to meet my opponent with a high 1,1,2 combo to her head. It's a simple start to test her and gauge her recovery from the knock down

Valenzuela: As you come to the ring centre, I move into my orthodox stance, and suddenly you start throwing out punches. The first jab snaps through my guard, taking me by surprise, popping me in the cheek, making my brain buzz even more, and so I close my guard tighter, into peekabu mode, and block the second jab and cross combo. I pretend like I'm going to circle right, stepping off, but then turn back to lunge forward with my own series of basic punches, jab, right cross and left hook, all towards your head, and then take a step off to the right. R2 2:40

Tanya_Toughie: "UNNSHH, UNSSH, UNSSH" I breath through my punches. Landing a single jab, I tighten up for the retaliation. If you're feeling the ffects of last round, your footwork is no indication of this, as you deceive me with steps and come up high with a tree punch combo. My hands, tught to my face, catch the one two. But the hook gets behind my right hand and lands on cheek. I counter punch with a right cross to your head and wild left uppercut looking for chin music.. your footwork remains impeccable as you step right and my vision is slightly blurred from the prior blow R2 2:30

Valenzuela: The hook behind your guard lands just right, and I feel the satisfying impact on your cheek, but my satisfaction is short-lived as your right cross slams into the side of my head. My vision blurs for a second, and I stumble slightly, but I try to keep my footing. I catch sight of your wild left uppercut coming up fast, and I twist my torso, pulling my chin down, barely managing to avoid taking it flush. It grazes the side of my jaw, leaving a sting but nothing as devastating as that brutal combo that put me on the matt in round 1. I reset my stance, stepping further to my right and sending a sharp left jab towards your nose, hoping to slip it between your gloves, or force you to look high, followed by a hard right cross aimed low, targeting your ribs, boxing 101 says mix it up! R2 2:20

Tanya_Toughie: The round feels like it's spiraling early as we trade blows. Little defense to be had.. I return my left hand to place after the wild punch and focus on my head movement, slipping a jab. But I once again lose you down low and take a hard right to the mid section. It knocks wind out of me... I double jab, once low, once high, as I step left, left out of range. I smack the side of my own head with right hand in frustration. R2 2:10

Valenzuela: I feel my right cross dig into your midsection, and the satisfaction of hearing the air leave your lungs gives a boost in what has become a slug fest. You're quick to counterpunch, doubling up on your jabs—one low, one high—the high smacks me in the nose, snapping my head back, as it passes between my guard, and starts the blood dribbling from my nose again. The second hits me in the sternum, as I raise my guard higher, uggggg usssh…… I step back, trying to regain my footing, and see you stepping out of range, clearly frustrated. I tighten my guard, stepping back in to close the gap. I throw a quick jab aimed high at your face, hoping to keep you focused up, before weaving low and trying to drive a right hook into your side R2 2:00.

Tanya_Toughie: I'm ready for the next combo, high-low as expected. I catch the jab and lean left, protecting my side from the hook. The punch vibrates through my arm and into my tender side. I step twice right, looking for space, still trying to collect my breath. Fatigue is a factor as I don't find any offensive energy at the moment

Valenzuela: You protect yourself well from my jab/hook combo, show real steadiness. You don't counter punch, so I figure I'm wearing you down, not that I'm in any kind of great shape. I come towards you and move left, and send out a quick 1-2 punch combo towards your chin, hoping the jab will disrupt your guard so I can land the right cross.

Tanya_Toughie: "GRSHH, GRRSH" a plain 1-2 sneaks through my hands and blurs my left eye. I answer with a double jab up high, stepping back with each. Then, dropping low and twisting into a right cross aimed for your midsection. I am at a distance, so power is limited. My only goal is to keep you away and recover

Valenzuela: I sneak in the jab/cross through your guard, and then take a jab on the forehead, block a second jab, and take a weak right cross to my midsection. I'm a risk taker, so as your right is being pulled back, I lunge forward, trying to drive a left hook over your right shoulder to target your jaw, and stepping closer, I dip my right glove and send an uppercut towards your chin as I twist my hips, and trying to bust my right fist through the centre of your guard. yt 1:20

Tanya_Toughie: It's all too quick. The lunge, the left, the right. As I try to sneak away, a hook comes over my returning right cross and smacks my chin and taking control of my heads position. I have no time to reposition it as an uppercut drives up through my chin. In the midst of stepping my left foot back, the uppercut crumples me. My left ankle twists and fall backwards to my ass, spilling onto my back, arms over head.. both eyes are watery as the lights blurr through

Valenzuela: I step towards you, standing over you, nearly tripping over you, and then stand there looking down at you, my gloves still up. I stay there motionless for a moment, until I get a shove by a ref and told "neutral corner!" I feel relief from the knockdown, and I move off to the corner to wait and see what is what. The ref starts the obligatory count....ONE! TWO! THREE!

Tanya_Toughie: The lights are blocked out by your shadow.. I hear the ref reprimand you as the lights return to blind me. The count begins.. I'm stunned but have pulse. I hear FOUR! FIVE! SIX! before sitting up, pressing my right fist into the mat and pushing myself to my feet. My eyes continue to water and I wipe at them for clarity. The ref holds my hands out front to assess my ability to continue.. I shake my head "Yes, I'm ready" R2 1:00

Valenzuela: The ref motions us together, and then shouts "BOX!" I raise my gloves to reform an orthodox stance. Both of us have been through a rough time, but I push myself to go on. I try to bob side to side as I slowly approach. I feint a right cross to distract, and maybe get your guard high, then stepping in and dropping my left I try to pound a shovel hook into your liver, a moment later, a wild haymaker towards your jaw line with my right gloved fist. R2 0:50

Tanya_Toughie: I blink rapidly to clear my line of sight. There's something not quite right with my left eye. I can see enough to duck in response to your right feign, expecting your arm to extend over my head. Instead, a hook crushes my right peck. My head comes back up to feel a wild punch tear across my forehead. The leather burns my skin, like a rash. I weave right, jab high, slip left and throw a hook where I hope to meet your chin. R2 0:40

Valenzuela: My feint backfires on me, as you opt to weave under rather than just block, and that leads my shovel hook to punch your pec, totally avoiding your liver, that would have been devastating, my right tears across your forehead, then you move right and move left, and rip a jab into my nose, going in before my right comes back to guard, more blood spurting out. A hook sweeps out, and I raise my guard to block it from, hitting my chin, and then send out a jab at your right eye, as I step back towards the ropes to reset 0;30

Tanya_Toughie: A jab stings my eye and the blurr continues. I follow you to the ropes, cautiously. I measure the distance with my left arm before slipping left into a uppercut aimed for your abs. My tired legs don't allow for a lot of power. The punch allows me to take a step in closer and I keep my hands high, expecting counterpunches 0:20

Valenzuela: You come towards me as I back into the ropes, my hab at your eye does little to delay you. You hit an uppercut into my abs, but the power is low, and I counter punch with a right cross towards your chin. Going high after you went low, and then weave low and try to hit your obliques with a left and right cross combo. 0:10

Tanya_Toughie: My gloves block out a right cross, one that I never would have even seen. I’m slow at the moment and feel crushing crosses on my mid section, almost buckling me..

Tanya_Toughie: Hearing a recent round warning block, I step back way out of range and decide to wait another round. The crowd boos at my lack of aggression, but I’m still blurred and in pain. A sudden DING allows me to drop my arms and take in deep breaths

Valenzuela: I drop my gloves to my side as the bell rings, a round where not to much happened except for when I put you on your ass, smirks. I need water and a toweling down and a rest. Round 3 is going to go to whoever has a little juice left and who can box clever. The 10 sec warning goes off, and suddenly I have to get to my feet. DING!!!!Orthodox stance and moving out. R3 3:00

Tanya_Toughie: Assessing the damage in my corner, I feel dazed and sore. My quads are burning from all the movement so I take a seat and slug some water. My trainer goes to work on my eyes which are swelling shot. There’s a cut across the bridge of my nose he’s nursing too. Before I’m prepared, a warning sign has him pulling me to my feet and yanking the stool out from under me. I position myself best I can for round 3, banging my gloves together twice “SMACK SMACK” and walk out after the bell

Valenzuela: I get to the centre of the ring, gloves up, and then decide you don't look great, so why not take a risk? I drop low, and then try to pound a left and right uppercut combo into your lower ribs, trying to swing each punch under your elbows. Not paying much attention to defense, I rise and try to swing a left and right hook combo at your jaws. R3 2:50

Tanya_Toughie: I come out of my corner and immediately go on the defense, face cowering behind my mitts. I take two shots to the ribs, slow to block either of them. The left uppercut hammers a sensitive spot from prior exchanges. I slip right to protect that area with my elbow leading my head into a hook left hook, connecting hard and opening up a cut on my cheek. The right hook sails over head. I’m coiled on my right side and fire a single uppercut to your chin and jab myself out.. I instantly feel the blood on my cheek and once again am dealing with watery vision R3 2:40

Valenzuela: I land a couple of body shots as my low weave takes you by surprise, but your right movement and your elbow blocks my first hook, then the right hook goes over your head, leaving me open, and you capitalize on this, landing an uppercut into my chin, popping my head up, blurring my vision, and I go stumbling back a step until my back presses deeply into the top rope, I taste a bit of blot as a mixture of blood and spittle dribbles out the corner of my mouth, crowd now roaring as the action of Round 3 picks up a faster pace than round 2....R3 2:30

Tanya_Toughie: I stumble into an overhand right to your head, leaning on my left foot and recoiling into a low left hook to your oblique. I finish in tight to take your escape space away R3 2:20

Valenzuela: I'm feeling stunned from the uppercut to my chin, and back is now to the ropes, as you stumble into the overhand right, smacking it into my forehead, increasing my sense of dizziness as the ring feels like it is rotating, and then your left hook smacks into my obliques, and my mouth opens in a big O shape as pain thunders across my body. I immediately try to come off the ropes, and try to wrap my arms around you, trying to move into a clinch....R4 2:10

Valenzuela: R3 2:10

Tanya_Toughie: We collide. Our arms entangle as we clinch. My right fist lightly taps your lower back. The top of your head collides with my chin and I clamp down on my mouthguard. “Break it up. Break it up” the ref demands R3 2:00

Valenzuela: I get the clinch, but the ref is having none of it, ordering a break. I give you a tight squeeze as if my life depended on it, and then release my hold. I try to send a swipping right hook to the side of your head, as I release the clinch, and press my left glove above your right breast to shove you back as I try to step right off the ropes. R3 1:50

Tanya_Toughie: With my left arm low, a right hook crunches my cheek. I feel like it’s a cheap shot and get heated. I stumble slight from your shove, head ringing from them hook. I set my feet, jab high to your face, duck to get under potential high counters, and bounce back up for a 2-3-2 to your face R3 1:40

Valenzuela: My cheap shot connects, and my shove sends you back, but not far as you set your feet. I suddenly take a jab that snaps my face back, then you weave low, I expect you to go for a body shot, so I drop my gloves to cover, but instead you bounce up and fire a power right straight into my jaw, snapping my head back, and then rapid fire, a left hook crashes into my jaw, finishing with another right, into my temple, as my body begins to slide down the ropes, landing me on my butt, my eyes roll, drool comes out of my mouth, the ropes keep me propped up, gloves drop to the mat, knocked out.

Tanya_Toughie: I throw everything I have into that combo and it pays off! I watch you pathetically fall to the canvas, bouncing down the ropes. “Now stay down!” I force out over heavy breath as the ref interferes from me coming any closer. I slam my right fist into my heart twice and raise it in the air as I head to the white corner expecting a quick 10 count R3 1:30

Valenzuela: My butt breaks my fall, and after landing, my head falls forward and my shoulders slump. My body gives a little shudder and convulsion too. My face looks a wreck. That fast jack hammer like 2-3-2 combo really fucked me up, and it was that weave low that you did, to avoid a counter punch, that made me drop my gloves.....the ref now looks at me, this time he sees my face, and that my lights have been fuckin punched out, bad. There 1 min 30 left in round 3, and there ain't gonna be any bell that saves me this time. He does not bother counting....he simply waves his arms over me and declares me KO! The crowd is on there feet roaring, amazed at that rapid fire punch combo that punched out my lights.

Valenzuela:

Tanya_Toughie: My arms rocket in the air overhead! I jump up and sprint to my corner upon landing, jump up on the lowest turnbuckle and celebrate with my supporters. I’ve won some lucky drunks money tonight! I embrace my trainer and wait for the ref to call me over for a victory lap

Valenzuela: The ref quickly calls you to ring centre, to raise your arm over your head, while the medic works to bring me around with some smelling salts......................

Valenzuela: My eyes open, blinking, confused, disoriented....."wha tha fuck"

Tanya_Toughie: I jaunt to the center and have my arm raised in victory, keeping it up as I spin 360 to salute the roaring crowd. I glance over at you and tell the medics “she’ll need a little more help than that”

Valenzuela: I look over at you, parading around the ring, and making some comment at me. I tell the medic to get me up, and on shaky legs, I pull my gloves off, and with my wrapped fists I walk over to you, and stick my nose in your face....and with a hoarse voice, and teary eyes..."Next time I'm gonna wipe the floor up with ya chica!"

Tanya_Toughie: I lean in closer, nose to nose, “I look forward to messing you up again soon.” Our fight teams pull us apart and I exit the ring victorious