Female Boxing Federation

07:46 Valenzuela: Tonight I'm fighting Kay McMann in an undercard kickboxing match at the MGM Grand Hotel in Vegas. A sensational venue, and one that I rarely have the opportunity to fight in, so I'm going to give it my very best shot. . I'm dressed in my colorful Mexican flag designed shorts and sports bra, black 8 oz gloves, barefoot and black mouth guard. Waiting at the entrance to the arena....I hear my announcement...."Fighting out of Jemez, Mexico, our first fighter is Carlotta Valenzuela, weighing in at 120 lbs, standing 5 ft 3 in tall, and 30 years old!". At this, I move to enter the ring, at a light jog. They check me over, give me a light smear of vaseline, then I enter the ring shadow boxing my way to the red corner.

07:56 Kay_McMann: It's time for my big fight and it's a huge opportunity. The undercard at the MGM grand. Big crowd. Kickboxing against a proven competitor. I am wearing my white with multicoloured thudnerbolt sports bra and fight skirt. Sporting sky blue 8oz gloves. My gumsheild white and feet bare . "And her opponent, fighting out of the United Kingdom, weighing in at 119lbs standing 5 foot 6 inches tall, Kay McMann!" I walk out at a fast walk, almost stomping my way to the ring. Getting checked over with vaseline getting put on my face. Smeared on before I get the all clear and head up into the ring. Catching eyes with you as I do a small lap of the ring one arm aloft.

08:00 Valenzuela: I watch as my opponent enters the ring and does her little dance around. I glare straight at her smirking. Then the ref calls us to the ring centre, and goes over her instructions, ending by saying "Protect yourselves at all times, and now tap gloves if you are inclined to do so"....so I extend my gloves, still staring at you with my dark Mexican eyes, and quickly step back to my corner to await the bell.

08:05 Kay_McMann: I flex one bicep to the camera before being called to the middle.We meet. You look tanned, toned, your hispanic skintone looking bronze under the stadium lights. Highlighting your abs and biceps. I'm more male in complexion, even more so with my light coloured outfit. I stand face to face with you, our bare feet almost toe to toe as we lock eyes. I listen intently "Obey my instructions, I want a good, clean fight". As he gets to "tap gloves if you are inclined..." you extend your gloves. I keep lock with you, eyes forward and I give your gloves a small tap up, down and head on before retreating to my corner. My arms over the top rope. I bring them back to bounce on my toes, my guard up. My toes painted a shining silver for this big MGM contest bouncing high in my corner as I go up and down on my toes and balls of my feet.

08:09 Valenzuela: I stand firm, meeting your gaze without a flinch, my heart steady, my breath calm. The bright lights reflecting off the Mexican flag on my shorts, my bronzed skin gleaming under the stadium's glare. My fists, wrapped tight, inside my gloves, are poised for the fight ahead. I roll my shoulders, loosening up. My abs tighten, my legs, lean but powerful, find rhythm as I bounce lightly on the balls of my feet, feeling the canvas under my toes. My stance shifts smoothly as I visualize the opening strike, the adrenaline kicking in.

09:07 Kay_McMann: My trunks look good under the lights. Looking across at you as you bounce. I get the guard up and I nod to the ref when he asks "fighter ready". Bouncing high I hear "Round one.. Fight!" *ding ding* I come out fairly fast, bouncing on my toes towards the center. Moving my head slightly off side to side almost like a boxing style. I send a stiff jab, and a second before trying to step in for a rear right hand uppercut, stepping with my right as I do

09:21 Valenzuela: At the sound of the bell I come out slowly, letting you claim the centre of the ring. I bounce lightly on my feet, gloves up un peekaboo mode, peering over the tops at you as I bob erratically from side to side. My left foot is leading, my left glove slightly more forward than my right. You come at me aggressively, firing a jab and then another at my jaw line, but my gloves are up and easily block the hits. An uppercut comes out with your right, again towards my head, but I lean back from it, and as your glove swipes the air in front of me, I launch a right snap kick towards your navel, hoping to take advantage of your missed uppercut with a counter strike..

09:58 Kay_McMann: You bob erratic. Trying to get a read on you and work out the timing. My face a scowl after a heated build up. Only an undercard bout but the weigh in was tense. My face holding no emotions back showing you what I feel. I throw out my 3 shots and you move well, blocking and moving. As I throw the uppercut you throw a counter snap kick to my naval and thupp your foot against it. "Ughh" I grunt out. Almost snorting I look at you with anger and try to sidestep to my left. Trailing my right leg for an attempted body kick followed by a left hook towards the jaw

10:06 Valenzuela: I feel the solid connection of my kick, your grunt giving me some confidence, but I stay focused. I watch you closely, knowing that anger can fuel power but also lead to bad mistakes. As you sidestep to your left, I quickly adjust, shifting my stance to mirror your movement. Your right leg swings up for the body kick, but I'm ready and I tighten my core, absorb the impact, feeling a sharp pain in my side, and pivot away. Your left hook comes fast, aiming for my jaw, but I duck low, weaving under it. My feet shift quickly as I rise, throwing a sharp left hook to your ribs, aiming to disrupt your momentum. I don’t stop there—my right hand follows up immediately with a quick straight aimed at your nose, trying to keep you on the defensive. I watch your eyes, looking for the next move.

11:45 Kay_McMann: You take the kick as you dance with me but do it to set up your next move. As I swing and tense my biceps for the hook I swipe, teeth gritted. You duck and weave under it, connecting with a heavy thudd of leather on my body. The body blow makes me wince and grunt "ughhh" as you follow up quick with the right. I try to guard up but all it does it move your straight from my nose up to my forehead as it skims my gloves knocking me back a step. I try to settle my feet and shuffle back in hoping to waste no time, trying to open up a longer combo and throw out a jab, cross, both trying to knock the jaw back before stepping to my left and loading up a body hook, looking to twist and hammer the ribs. My corner shouting out to keep busy "work the hands Kay!" The Vegas crowd warming up to the bout. Yt?

11:54 Valenzuela: My left arm shudders as my hook hits your ribs, but my right glances off your guard, missing your snoot, and hitting your forehead, forcing you to step back and then come forward, giving me time to reset my guard. A jab and cross fly out, but my guard is ready to block. Your leather pounding into mine, the sound bouncing around the arena. You step off to my right, swinging a hook at my side ribs, landing it with a whack, forcing a grunt out of me. I turn to my left to try to send a left cross towards your chin, trying to nail your chin, then raise my right leg to send a push kick at your midsection to try and drive you backwards.

12:16 Kay_McMann: Your black gloves are a blur and your gold trim on your trunks shimmer in the lights as you move smoothly. You move like a veteran as you reset your guard and ride my jab, cross. The ringside cameras and microphones pick up the sounds of leather thupp thupping against each other and our out breaths "ssht shht" when we throw. Stepping off I get the body blow making you grunt. Turning and riding the punch as you nail my chin. It knocks my head slightly up as your glove thumps my jaw bone. I try to press on but find your foot on my chest, your sole pressing onto my sports bra and SHOVING me back a step. I backpeddle 2 steps. I try to plant my heels not to get pushed too far back. The heavy footsteps audible at ringside as my feet pad pad pad backwards. I try to step one foot to another from where I land. Waiting for a gap to attempt a jab and swing my leg high, grunting looking for a hard head kick with my right seeking out your temple. Yt?

12:26 Valenzuela: My right taps into your chin, but I feel disappointment that it did not have the power that I hoped for. My push kick drives you back a couple of steps, but you are a quick to readjust and reset, it slips through my guard and leather slaps my chin, and snaps my head back. I see you launching a high flying head kick, and easily dip my knees to weave under it, feeling the whoosh of wind at the top of my head as the powerful kick glides over. As I come back up, I push my gloves into your chest to shove you back, trying to disorient you, and stepping forward, try a left and right hook combo at your jaw lines.

13:03 Kay_McMann: Your right is more of a tap whereas the pushing kick thumps me back. Rather than let myself get pushed onto the ropes I come straight back. The jab is a reacher and I step long into it, shoving your head back to set up my kick. Your knees and shoulders move gracefully as my bare foot whistles over your head. Before my foot touches the ground you are on me. Right on top of me. Your gloves knock me off balance and shove me back. I end up hitting the ropes with my back, a little sweat already on my bare midsection as I semi bounce off them with the force. The push affects my guard as I come back to eat two BIG hooks. My head gets knocked one way and then another as your gloves SMACK my jawline. The TV microphones pick up the sound of your grunts "shhhht shhht" and your gloves hitting my jaw "thup thup" I wobble and get planted back to the ropes. My head a little rocked. At the moment your second hook hits the crowd audibly "ohhhhh" and pick up volume, more shouts and cheers as I get pushed into the ropes. Your eyes looking directly into mine as I try and swing back with a left hook, right cross trying to avoid getting trapped. My feet planted flat

13:18 Valenzuela: The top rope bends as my shove sends you into them, and then springs you forward towards me, and then into my waiting gloved fists. I feel the power of each of my hooks as they pound into your jaws, and the audience are on their feet. They love nothing better than to see a fighter trapped on the ropes. You come back fighting though, and they admire that as well. I'm ready for the left hook, raising my right forearm to parry the hook out to my right, and come back at you with a right cross towards your nose now that I'm inside your guard. Your right cross shoots out, but I just manage to slip my head to the left, letting the cross pass over my right shoulder. Now pulling back my right, I fire it out again as a cross towards your left eye, then put my left in play and try to swing a hook over your right shoulder hopping to kiss your temple, now breathing and sweating hard, emotionally charged up.

13:26 Kay_McMann: The crowd remain loud as ringside fans begin to shout. I begin to really sweat as you pressure me. My legs a little wobbly after the solid 8oz gloves my jaw. I box from the ropes with my hook being parried. We move almost like a choreographed dance as you move off the centre line as my cross comes out. The crowd loud with cries of "YES La Princesa!" And "finish it!". My cross just misses and even worse, your timing is superb. You just dip the shoulder as my cross almost catches you and respond with a well timed punch to my eye. My head gets blasted back as I'm nailed to the ropes. My team screaming "get outta there!" As you punish my miss with a heavy hook that slams into my temple. My knees wobble and my bare feet pad unsteady as I look a little drunk against the ropes. Trying to turtle up as the crowd begin to roar. The arena filled with noise assaulting the ring as I try to cover up.

13:37 Valenzuela: My adrenaline is pumping like never before. The roar of the crowd chanting “La Princesa!” sends a surge of energy through me. You’re wobbling on the ropes, and I can see it—you’re trying to cover up, but I’m not letting you off the hook. I tighten my fists, my body buzzing with energy. My vicious left hook landed on your temple, feeling the impact as you grunt from the hit. Sweat drips down my back, but I don’t even notice it. My focus is laser sharp—your defenses appear to be faltering, and I’m going to break through. I don't give you a second to recover. I dip low, coming up with a brutal right uppercut straight towards your guard, aiming to blast your gloves apart. If the gloves separate, I’m ready to launch a brutal left straight at your lips! I feel your knees buckle slightly, and I step in closer, closing the gap between us. The crowd's noise is deafening, but all I hear is my own breath, each exhale pushing me to keep going. I throw a rapid rapid right hook to your lower ribs, then follow it up with a powerful right cross towards your jaw. But I’m not done. I rush into you, trying to drive my left knee into your navel, with as much force as I can muster. I’m on fucking fire and noting is goon stop my brutal assault.

13:45 Kay_McMann: I falter and wobble. My guard breaking under your intense pressure as my angry game face makes way for panic, wide eyes and pain. You're on top of me and I'm struggling to keep up with your pace, your uppercut slices my guard and your follow up pumps into my lips. Bending me back over the top rope briefly as it causes a minor cut to my lip. Splitting it. The ringside fans are racous as you then smash a right cross in. I'm all over the place on the ropes as I end up meeting your knee. You throw it as I drop, bending my body in as you knee up onto my falling body. I physically exhert "hhurrrkk" as I fall onto my hands and knees by the ropes at your feet. Sweat dropping onto the mat. My body curled like a cat as I wheeze "huhhhh huhhhh huhhhh"

13:53 Valenzuela: You collapse down and I almost fall over you, as I am so on fire, ready to continue my merciless beatdown, enjoying seeing the dribble of blood coming from the split in your lips, like a shark feeding freezy. But the ref quickly intervenes and pushes me to a neutral corner, were I can begin to cool off. I roll my shoulder up and down, knowing that even if you get up, I've really rattled the promising young fighter. ONE! TWO! THREE!

13:53 Kay_McMann:

13:58 Kay_McMann: My team try to urge me up "Come on Kay!" I look up, in all fours as I see the ref stooped over me. I look to you and see you glaring at me. The arena lights burn and the noise is deafening and disorientating as I crawl forward a couple of steps. Looking a little wobbly in my skirt and bra, already it looks a little dirty from the bare feet on the mat and the sweat. FOUR, FIVE. As the count reaches SIX I strand, eyes just a little glassy, mouth open wide sucking in air, looking a little lost as the arena noise and lights overwhelm me.

14:03 Valenzuela: As I watch from my corner, my chest heaving, sweat glistening on my skin, I see you struggle to rise. My heart pounds, but it's not from exhaustion—it's from the thrill of seeing you down, the blood from your lip like a trophy of my domination. My eyes never leave you as the ref counts—ONE, TWO, THREE. Each number feels like a drumbeat in my head, steady and unrelenting. When you start crawling forward, I can't help but smirk, knowing I've already broken something in you. You look wobbly, lost, your once confident stance reduced to desperation. I roll my shoulders, staying loose, watching with a cool, calculating gaze. The crowd is loud, but to me, it’s just noise in the background. All I see is you—struggling, standing, but weak. I know that if you do make it up, I’m ready to finish what I started. As the count reaches six, you manage to stand, but I can see it in your eyes—you’re not fully there. Your mouth hangs open, gasping for air, your legs shaky. I stay focused, barely blinking. My fists clench at my sides, itching to get back in, to finish this. You’re up, but I can feel it— soon you’re mine!!!

14:09 Kay_McMann: I stand and lean on the ropes, my elbows hanging over them. I look to the ref, my eyes not totally back yet. SEVEN. EIGHT! He asks me to guard up and step off. I feel a little unsteady but my gloves are up and I take a step. The ref looking at me. He calls you forward. Hand raised between us "FIGHT!" He calls as I let myself step back, body in pain, breathing hard. I try and throw a right cross towards the cheek and a follow up switch left kick towards the body, trying to then step back and circle using the outside of the ring. Trying to get away from you.

14:51 Valenzuela: As soon as the ref waves us back together, you come out fighting hard, and I have to admire this. A right cross comes out, but I slip my head to my left, and step left, letting the cross go over my right shoulder. My left step means that the left switch kick has more distance to travel with a diminished power when it hits my side. As you pull your leg back to ground, I lunge at you, trying to throw a left shovel hook punch under your elbows, trying to dig it in under your rib cage and pound your liver, then follow this with a right uppercut towards your chin or jaw, trying to punch between your gloves. Psst psst! Breathing hard through my mouth guard, making hissing sounds.

07:27 Kay_McMann: I look shaky after the knockdown, my eyes a little wide and trying to just keep my head protected. You come out looking like you own the ring, marching towards me to cut the ring off. Your movements are smooth and you ride my return boxing pressure. I'm breathing heavier and my mouth is slightly more open with my white gumsheild showing as I press out my cross. It goes over your shoulder and your step takes you away from me. My switch kick nowhere near the damage I wanted as I exert myself. Even worse, as I go to fix my stance back you switch on. Like a predator you make my eyes widen and I try to backstep as you step towards me. The shovel hook aiming under the elbows. My face scrunches up as you stand and bang with me. Already pressed backwards I try to turtle as your uppercut pounds my guard and pushes me backwards. Your breathing intense as we hear "ssshhht, ssshht" with each shot. Hissing at me. My back hits the ropes and I lean onto them. I try to grab and hold for the hug. Trying to wrap your biceps up and pull you onto me and the ropes. The crowd baying for more big blows, on their feet.

07:38 Valenzuela: My facial expression is maniacal as I approach you, my lips curled cruelly as I intend to beat you into a bloody pulp. My hook and uppercut pound into your gloves, forcing you to step back, and back, until there is no where to go as the ropes press into your backside. My goal is to hurt, to hurt you bad, to put you on the canvass. I'm expecting you to try to clinch with me, it's what I would try to do in this situation, but no way! As you open your arms to wrap and try to step into me, I step back, and seeing your wide open face and body, I send a quick left and right straight punch combo towards your nose. Rapid fire! A left knee strike towards your navel, then a left and right hook combo towards your jaw line, intending to keep you on the fucking ropes! Eat it!

09:30 Kay_McMann: My knees bend slightly inwards as I hit the ropes. My head a blur as the lights burn my eyes, the noise is a rush in my head and your black gloves invade my vision one after another. I try a clinch up, trying to tie up and get some breath. You're streetwise though and as I look to grab with my gloves, you step back and your gloves pop my head back right on the nose 1 and 2. It knocks my head right back and I fall back onto the ropes trying to guard up. You trap me like an animal on the ropes, my body bending inwards slightly as you envelop me and throw a heavy KNEE into the body. Causing a horrible "hukkkkkkggghh" sound from me as I feel the pressure wash over me, overwhelming me. My guard being ripped apart as you land 2 perfect hooks on my jaw knocking my head on way then another "huffff hufff" as I try ti turtle up. The ringside crowd behind us baying you on, seeing the ropes holding my backside clad in my skirt. My bare feet planted, heels down. My team screaming to get off the ropes. I try to throw out a pushing jab, trying to land on your upper chest/ shoulder area to try and get some space for a heavy left uppercut. My body showing signs of redness, my face slightly puffed up, my arms feeling like lead. Sweat glazing me.

12:08 Valenzuela: I see the panic in your eyes, Kay. You’re trapped, right where I want you, back pressed against the ropes, no way out. I see your jab coming, weak and slow, like you're grasping at straws. Pathetic. I use my right forearm to slap it out to the side, and then ah, that uppercut. I see it coming from a mile away. You’re telegraphing it, slow and desperate, like you think that one shot’s gonna save you. As you wind up, I step to the side, fluid and fast, letting your glove swing up into nothing but air. You’re wide open now, your arm extended like a gift just begging for me to punish. As soon as I dodge that uppercut, I pounce. A quick right hook aimed at your lower floating ribs, hoping to make you gasp for air. Left hook towards the side of your jaw, then a right cross focused on popping you in the mouth, wanting to see those lips quiver in anguish, and maybe get some blood flowing for you. I end this rapid fire punching combo with a left upper cut towards your liver, wanting you to double over in pain. I feel adrenalin pumping into my blood stream and I just want to crush the kickboxer standing in front of me without mercy. The ref looking on now to see if you can defend and punch back.

12:26 Valenzuela: And now I hear a few Mexicans in the crowd shouting loudly "¡Vamos Chica! ¡Acaba con ella! ¡Uppercut! ¡Noqueala!!!!!"

16:59 Kay_McMann: My body is starting to falter and all my attempts to rescue myself are withering as my legs wobble. My mouth opening sucking in air. My face showing the damage as does my body. My bare feet padding clumsily on the MGM branded canvas. The sponsors on the ring mat being trod over by a wobbily British contender. I throw my jab and uppercut hoping to create space but you look lethal. Parrying my jab and stepping off my uppercut. I look a different level to you right now. You move gracefully and counter with a right hook to my floating rib. I wince as the crowd really get behind you. The commentary team really rallying to you "SHE'S HURT! MCMANN IS HURT!" they shout to the TV audience as I gasp. Stealing my breath "hugghhh huffff". Your hook, straight combo keep me pinned to the ropes as I shine, sweaty in the lights. My own personal hell inside the ring as you look like a world beater. You end with an uppercut to my liver which bends me inwards. My backside against the ropes as they almost keep me up. I try to defend, trying to turtle but my breathing is laboured. My corner team panicking and looking on in dread at their fighter.

17:10 Valenzuela: My punches are now raining down with impunity, the ref looks on, for a sign that you are defending or fighting back, but I'm now on fire, and there is now way to put out that fire except until I exhaust my punching power. My punches have forced you into the ropes, now crouched and bent, and I go for a brutal right uppercut, trying to smash my right gloved fist into the centre of your face, if it works it will likely send you flying upwards, with your back bending the top rope. And then I will have a left cross to your jaw waiting, a power right cross to your temple, and a left hook at your ribs, that will hopefully drop you like a crumpled mess onto the canvass, grunting and straining and spraying sweat with each punch!....unless that ref stops me.

17:23 Kay_McMann: It's an assault, a barrage. My head scrambled my brain working overtime and your leather gloves blocking my vision as they approach and hammer me time after time. The referee is watching closely as you unload with no reply. Now being punched up onto my toes with each blow. My skirt whipping as I take each punch. I'm in bad shape as the ringside crowd get right behind you. The rest of the crowd roaring as I take a brutal uppercut, knocking my guard and straightening me up and back onto the rope. My back bent, as I come back I take a harsh left then right cross to the jaw, pummeling me back. As the right cross hits my knees start to collapse, my guard starts to drop and I begin to fall forward. As I do your final hook to my ribs jolts my body on the way down as I crash down face bouncing off the canvas right in front of you off the ropes. The soles of my feet come to rest facing the bright lights, my head buried in the sweaty canvas, my gloves resting by my sides palms upwards as my back shines under the lights, almost rolling onto the may as my face PLANTS into the canvas before my body rolls my legs slightly into the air before coming back to rest. The crowd explodes.

17:31 Valenzuela: McMann is down! The roar of the crowd is deafening! I let out a roar, trying to compete with the crowd, my face is red from from exertion, my lips snarled and twisted from this primal fight. I watch as you face plant in the canvass in front of me. My body is glistening as sweat drips off me, the lights above me glaring intently, standing over you is such a rush of emotions, that can not be described. And did I have to work to put her on the canvas! That's it bebe, KISS THE FUCKIN CANVASS!!!!

09:18 Kay_McMann: As I crash down you look like you are enjoying the moment. I come to rest soles facing the lights, toes curled, arms down by my skirt. As the ref pushes you to a neutral corner they get down onto one knee, without considering a count they instantly lift their head, arms aloft and start waving them above their head. "Out!" as they signal the bell which clangs loud through the MGM *DING DING DING DING DIIIING* The ref adjusts my head so they can remove my gumsheild before the medics and my team rush the ring. Running over to me to turn me onto my back, my head coach cradling my head in his arms as the other cornermen get the smelling salts and a towel ready to start wafting it in front of my face to get me to come round. I lay on my back, head cradled, eyes still shut, arms drooped to my side, my feet drooped to either side, toes still curled almost in a crucifix position, surrendering to the arena. The commentary team on the TV stream going wild "She did it! La Princesa knocks out McMann in the 1st round! WHAT a combination!"

09:33 Valenzuela: I stand over McMann for a few seconds, a blank look on my face, gloves lowered to my side, but standing victorious over her. I realize the ref is pushing me towrds a neutral corner, so I go there and wait. Then watch, hoping I did not over do it on the young contender, but if I did, its the ref's fault for not stopping the fight. When you're in a fight, you keep punching, kicking and kneeing until its over. And this fight is over! The bell has rung, and they are working on Kay....I know they will announce the official result soon....but will Kay be up to stand in the ring centre for the result or will it be just me?

09:41 Valenzuela: I actually don't give a fuck, I tell myself. I wanted to beat her, in the most dramatic way possible. And I did. She looks pathetic as the medics work on her. I can't help glaring down on her helpless body, and a nasty smirk forms over my lips.

10:21 Kay_McMann: I lay arms out, crowd noise deafening as my team waft me with a towel and put the salts over my nose. I start to flutter my eyes. My body wracked in pain. My face feels very sore, I feel blinded by the lights, my head wobbily. My vision a little blurred. I first notice my coaches asking if I feel ok and then behind them in the background I notice the referee standing by the ropes, the crowd on their feet and you, stood proud, in your colourful trunks, barefoot, black, ominous gloves that did the damage pacing around, enjoying your win. I need a moment as the doctors ask to put me on a stool. I sit for a few seconds while I get lights shined in my eyes. Still feeling worse for wear. I hear the stadium speakers blasting out music while everybody waits. The whole arena is waiting for me. After what seems like an eternity of everybody staring at me I make it up and I walk slowly over to the ref for him to grab my wrist. I look at the floor, I can't look higher than your feet; I just can't bring myself to look you in the eye. Feeling defeated, beaten, bruised, battered. I stand mid ring, referee holding each fighter's wrist...

10:27 Valenzuela: As the ref grabs my wrist, raising my gloved fist in victory, I glance over at McMann. She’s able to stand on the other side of the ref, but just barely, her cheek is puffed up, her eye is a little red, her body is red. Pathetic. The crowd might be cheering for me as my arm is raised in victory, but all I can hear is the memory of the sound of my gloves pounding into her ribs, her belly, her jaw. I want another fight with her, and next time I want to really crush her! The ref is talking, probably announcing my win, but I’m not listening. All I’m thinking about is how easy it was to break her down. She thought she could come into the ring with me, challenge me? I shoot her a glance as I stand there, hand raised. She looks like a lost puppy, dazed, barely keeping it together. The medics are hovering nearby in case she collapses again, and part of me wishes I’d hit her just a little harder, made sure she couldn’t stand for this final humiliation. I smirk, staring over at her. She’ll remember me, though. She’ll never forget this beating.

Conclusion: A Ruthless Statement: Kay McMann fought to win. Throughout the fight, she tried various offensive moves, such as jabs, uppercuts, body kicks, and combinations to create space and turn the momentum in her favor. Her intention was not just to survive, but to find ways to land meaningful strikes and challenge Valenzuela. Despite being pressured and dominated, McMann continuously attempted to fight back with different techniques, showing resilience even as she was trapped on the ropes. However, her efforts were consistently countered by Valenzuela, whose technical ability and brutal combinations overwhelmed McMann. In the end, McMann succumbed to Valenzuela's relentless assault, but not without putting up a fight, indicating that she came into the ring with the intention to win. Ultimately, McMann's attempts were outmatched by Valenzuela's skill and aggression, making the latter's victory seem inevitable as the fight progressed. In this undercard match, Carlotta Valenzuela proved why she remains a feared fighter in the ring. Her calculated aggression, technical prowess, and ability to exploit her opponent’s weaknesses ensured a swift and decisive victory. McMann’s efforts, while commendable, fell short in the face of Valenzuela’s experience and relentless pressure. Her knockout at MGM Grand will surely be remembered as one of Valenzuela’s most dominant performances, solidifying her status as a top contender in the kickboxing world.