Female Boxing Federation

23:23 Valenzuela: Advertisement for The Shoot Boxing Tournament in the Tanaka Bar, Tokyo, Japan. Shoot boxing is a unique combat sport that blends the striking elements of kickboxing with standing submissions and judo throws, making it a hybrid of striking and grappling. Originating in Japan, it has become popular for its dynamic action and the variety of techniques allowed. Fighters can punch, kick, and knee, like in traditional striking sports, but they can also perform standing throws and standing submissions like in judo or wrestling. Unlike MMA, once a fighter is taken down, the referee resets the bout on their feet, keeping the action fast-paced and focused on stand-up fighting. Shoot boxing tests both a fighter's striking and grappling skills, pushing them to master both worlds. Applications Open for Contestants.

23:24 Valenzuela: I was accepted in the shoot boxing tournament at Tanaka Bar, and unbelievably I get paired with Sarah Davis. And now I stand backstage at the Tanaka Bar in Tokyo, the sounds of the roaring crowd drifting through the thin walls. My heart races—not just from the usual fight nerves, but from the weight of tonight's match. Three times I’ve faced Sarah Davis, and Sarah was victorious in two of those fights. So I know what I’m up against—an opponent with sharp reflexes, a strong clinch game, and that relentless Australian grit. But fucking hell, I’m here for redemption.

23:25 Valenzuela: "This is my chance," I think, running my fingers over my colorful Mexican flag-designed gear . My thoughts race. "I’ve learned from the losses. I’ve sharpened my skills. And tonight, I’m going to make my country proud." The stakes are high in this shoot boxing tournament, and my career can’t afford to lose another fight.

23:25 Valenzuela: Despite my 11:18 fight record, I’ve never backed down. I’ve fought in the bloodiest bare-knuckle brawls, traded kicks in brutal Muay Thai bouts, and taken more than my fair share of punches in the boxing ring. But tonight, here in Tokyo, I’m determined to even the score against Sarah. "She won’t see me coming this time," I whisper under my breath as I bounce lightly on my bare feet, ready for unarmed combat.

23:26 Valenzuela: The announcer steps up to the microphone, his voice booming with a thick Japanese accent to entertain the crowd.

23:26 Valenzuela: “Ladieees and gentlemeeeen! Introducing, from Me-he-co... standing five feet three inches tall, weighing 120 pounds... the fierce and determined... Carrrrrla Vaaaaleeeenzuelaaaa!!”

23:27 Valenzuela: The crowd around the ring with multicoloured ropes erupts as I step onto the walkway leading to the ring, the lights reflecting off my colorful and vibrant gear . My sports bra and shorts proudly display the colors of the Mexican flag, a bold statement of wear I come from. I walk confidently, my bare feet slapping the cold floor with each step, my eyes locked ahead on the ring. There’s no room for doubt now—this is gonna be my fucking ring.

23:27 Valenzuela: As I step into the ring, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet, I feel the energy of the crowd and lift my gloved fists high in the air, and let out a primal scream! The lights dim, and the atmosphere in the Tanaka Bar thickens with anticipation waiting for the announcement of Sarah Davis.

14:31 Sarah_Davis: The fates have aligned all over again, and Carla and I are paired up in a Shoot Boxing tournament. In every corner of the world, it seems that Australia and Mexico are destined for another duel between rivals. I dived at the chance to compete in another tournament, only to find myself paired against Carla Valenzuela, one of my fiercest opponents.

14:31 Sarah_Davis: After a rough defeat in my last showing, I have a lot to prove. Just the thought of getting my gloves on you in retribution has my body coursing with an electric excitement. Slipping through the ropes and into the far corner, I raise my right glove to encourage the roar of the Japanese crowd. Locking eyes with you all over again as I measure you up.

14:31 Sarah_Davis: I’m wearing a royal blue kit with an Australian flag emblazoned on it. My brunette hair tied in a ponytail. I’ve got some height on you, not that that’s something you can’t handle. My body a taut athlete’s form, just like yours.

14:31 Sarah_Davis:

14:33 Sarah_Davis: “Annnnd her OPPONENT! Stepping into the ring from Australia… standing 5’7” and 120 lbs… the Warrior SARAH the dominator DAVIS!”

14:35 Sarah_Davis: I roll my shoulders, keeping my arms and legs limber as I work on my simmering nerves. Feeling the pressure build with all eyes on me, the weight of the stakes settling in. I need my win, and I’m going to need to wrench it clean from your grip!

14:45 Valenzuela: I watch and smirk as Davis enters the ring. She looks good, looks like the chubby senorita lost a pound or two. That's good for me, as my gloves don't have to pound through any flab to get at that liver, spleen etc. I slap my black gloves together, when suddenly a small Japanese man with a balding head and pony tail, white shirt, black slacks and bow tie enters the ring and motions us to come to the ring centre. He looks like the guy from the Karate Kid movie! I move to the centre, continually staring at Sarah fucking Davis. Then the re starts babbling something in pigeon English. "Listen carefurry. I want clean fight, okee? Obey my instruction at all times. No elbows. You can punch, kick, knee an' throw. You use submission hold only standing. When I say 'break,' you stop and step back immediately. Defend yourself at arr times. Fight fair, and good ruck! Touch glov if you wanna"

14:46 Valenzuela:

14:48 Sarah_Davis: I tightened up my diet and cardio to qualify for the tournament, and as we step into the ring I'm feeling ready and lean after a harsh weight cut. I make my way to the middle of the ring, eyes fixed on yours as we hear the final instructions. I hear the final words and cock my head, offering my leading right glove for a tap before returning to the friendly corner.

14:50 Valenzuela: Just as Sarah taps gloves, I can't help but taunt “Sarah, you’ve got about as much power in those fists as a toddler with a soft toy. You’ll be hitting that canvass soon, soooooooooo, better get used to looking up at me from the canvas, because that’s where you’ll be when I’m done with you.” yt

14:52 Sarah_Davis: "Keep talking right up until I kick your fucking face again, bitch." I snap back. I make a point of kissing my glove before pointing it right back at you. Holding it up in an imminent threat.

14:55 Valenzuela: The ref get's a concerned look on his face, that we might be about to start the fight before the bell rings....he steps between us, extending his arms between us...."YOU GO CORNA NOW, NO FIGHT YET!!!" And so I slowly back away to my corner, and wait for the bell, staring at Sarah all the time. Rolling my shoulders and bouncing on the balls of my barefeet, punching out with a left and right straight into the air.

14:57 Sarah_Davis: I give the referee a firm nod, retreating to the corner and starting to shadow box. Showing off my crisp form to the crowd, and hopefully intimidating you a little. Competing even without the contact, trying to make sure you believe I can outmove and outpower you.

22:25 Valenzuela: DING! DING! DING! The bell rings, cutting through the buzz of the crowd. I step forward, feeling the energy radiate through me, my muscles primed and sharp from recent training sessions. My stance is low and compact, feet bouncing lightly on the balls of my bare feet, ready to react, and ready to attack. I keep my guard tight—my black gloves hovering just above my chin, in peekaboo mode, elbows pulled in to protect my core, weaving from side to side. My shoulders roll smoothly with each step, testing the space between us, keeping you in my sights. There's a surge of confidence running through me. My eyes are fixed on you, SARAH FUCKING DAVIS! My lips curl slightly in a smirk, the adrenaline pushing me forward. I’m ready to dominate, you, SARAH FUCKING DAVIS! I now encounter you in mid ring, staring sharply into your eyes, like my dark Latina eyes can cut holes in wood.

22:26 Valenzuela:

07:36 Sarah_Davis: My eyes are fixed on you as I brace myself for the bell... the instant it rings I burst forward. Ready to move, watching every twist of your body. All of my intense emotions from a merciless camp balled up in a tense determination. Carla Valenzuela. Mexico. I've travelled a long way, with career, body, and dignity on the line. I've stepped into the ring to win.

07:36 Sarah_Davis: I'm in my right leading southpaw stance, my legs loose and guard tight. I never let my eyes slip. As we close in on each other, I accelerate. Trying to start strong and overwhelm you. I lead with a flash of a right jab from beyond striking range, trying to guide your attention higher with a feint and block your vision with your own gloves. Immediately shuffling half a step forward, raising my right leg and extending it in a snapping front kick. Trying to bury my sole just below your navel.

07:43 Valenzuela: As the bell rings, my heart pounds with excitement, and my muscles tighten with anticipation as I see you charging forward, aggressive right from the start. Sarah fucking Davis, I know you want to overwhelm me and you flash a right jab toward my face, but something feels off, it’s too quick, too early. A feint. I keep my guard high, gloves raised to block, but it’s just a distraction. I feel the air shift, and suddenly, you’re shuffling forward. Before I can fully react, I see your right leg snapping up—a front kick aimed right at my midsection. I tighten my abs, bracing for impact, but the kick comes in fast, slamming hard into my core, just below my navel. "Ughhh!" I grunt, the pain shooting through my body, momentarily knocking the air out of my lungs. The force of the kick sends me stumbling back a step. My muscles scream, can’t believe you landed a kick so early, the crowd claps. The pain throbs in my gut, but I grit my teeth and plant my feet, pushing through it. I take a step back, then, without hesitation, I move back in, determined to regain control. My right fist flashes out with a straight cross aimed at your nose, hoping to draw your guard high. I follow it up with a sharp left hook aimed at your ribs, trying to return the favor for that kick. Then, with a quick pivot, I attempt to land a right uppercut targeting your chin, hoping to push you back and make you feel the same pain you just forced onto me.

07:47 Valenzuela: R1 2:40

07:50 Sarah_Davis: I'm getting ready to try and bully you back, feeling powerful as I land that heavy kick straight away. One shot, one kill. I step forward to match you, expecting you to retreat and planning to crowd you. I want you intimidated and on your heels. You catch me by surprise as you step back in bravely, fighting like a Mexican ready to trade power. I should have known! My fists flash up high to defend myself, taking the cross hard with my own gloves smashed and smeared against my cheeks. Your left hook slings low like a dagger, cutting hard into my core and forcing a sharp exhale as the impact ripples through my vitals.

07:53 Sarah_Davis: Your quick uppercut snaps upwards, and I'm left flustered. My guard is disciplined and your fist glances off of my forearms but I'm forced to reckon with your power. You're packing the same weight into a smaller body and I wordlessly have to admit you've got strength on me. I try to back up a step, wanting to get you back into my killzone that makes you lunge for every strike. My feet strafe back, almost dancing. I snap out a quick right jab towards your solar plexus, trying to force the exact range I want in an attempt to tee you up for a vicious left cross. My hips sharply twisting into the strike.

07:53 Sarah_Davis: R1 2:30

08:02 Valenzuela: I feel the power of my gloves as my cross pounds your gloves into your fucking face, giving me a sense of pride in my Mexican boxing heritage, and then my hook punches into your ribs hard! My uppercut hits your forearms, and I get a sense of accomplishment as you retreat from me, you feel my power. I feel the kick Sarah landed still throbbing in my core, but I’m not going to let that slow me down. I see the jab aimed at my solar plexus, a smart move, but I’m ready. I take the hit, on my forearms, but it still pushes me back a step, forcing me to lose my rhythm for a moment. Now I see the setup, a left cross is coming, your hips twist hard, aiming to slam that punch right into my face. Instead of retreating, I slip my head to my right, quickly to avoid the cross. Your fist sails over my left shoulder, and I use the momentum of your missed punch to step in close, trying to push my right arm around the back of your head, to try to pull you into me and try to push my hips into your groin as I twist around, attempting a judo hiptoss! R1 2:20

08:07 Sarah_Davis: The weight and momentum of my entire body flies past your head, and within an instant your body smacks into mine. Your hips smacking into mine and sending a shiver through my spine. The weight of your body wrapping around me, my neck crook for a moment before you rip me over your hip. My centre of gravity is thrown over your hip with a shocked cry, losing my balance immediately and collapsing. My arms and legs sprawling as I land hard. Shoulder first before being sent rolling, flattened tits first against the mat at your feet.

08:07 Sarah_Davis: R1 2:10

08:10 Valenzuela: I send this Aussie bitch to the canvass, hard, taking her by complete surprise! The ref immediately backs me off, to give you time to get up, to get off your fucking ass and come back and fight. I smirk at you, as I bounce on my feet, pleased that you just sampled some Mexican style grappling! R1 2:00

08:11 Sarah_Davis: It takes me a moment. Scrambling to get my gloves under me. I don't want to let you get it in your head that I'm hurting. I push up, getting my feet on the mat before pushing up to my feet. Quickly pivoting on the balls of my feet to face you again. Shaking my head in frustration as I get my gloves back up.

08:11 Sarah_Davis: R1 1:50

08:14 Valenzuela: I can see in your eyes, that the hiptoss has shaken you up, and that you want to payback. I slap my gloves together as I prepare to engage you again, and the ref waves us back in to fight. I don’t want to give you any time to regroup, so I come at you again, fast and hard. I quick left jab at your face, to distract, then weave low, and as I work my way up, a right uppercut at your solar plexus, and then a left hook at your jaw, wanting to give you a good boxing lesson now! R1 1:40

08:18 Sarah_Davis: I'm a little bit flustered, and you have no intention of letting me get space to respond. You flash your jab at my face, drawing my gloves up before slamming your uppercut straight into my solar plexus. The pain jolts through my body, freezing for an instant as your left hook comes in. My right glove is in place defensively, your hook slamming hard into it. The momentum of your power rocks me back and I'm sent stumbling towards the ropes.

08:18 Sarah_Davis: I'm getting flustered, and I flash out a hook of my own. Throwing my right glove outwards as I try to force some space between us. Wild and blind, trying my luck at going for your temple as I retreat along the ropes.

08:19 Sarah_Davis: R1 1:30

08:28 Valenzuela: The moment I see you stumble towards the ropes, I feel a rush of satisfaction. My punches landed hard, especially that uppercut to your solar plexus. I felt the impact ripple through your body, freezing you up just long enough for me to follow with the left hook, even if you blocked it. I’ve rocked you bad baby! You’re stumbling back, trying to find your balance and breath. The ropes are right behind you, and I can smell frustration. But then you throw a wild hook, your right glove flying out blindly toward my temple. It’s sloppy and desperate, so dodge it by I sliding to my left, feeling the whoosh of your glove as it passes by my head. Your overextended now, so I pivot quickly, staying in close and launch a sharp right straight aimed at your jaw. My left hand comes up defensively to block any counter attempt from your right side. As I follow through with the right, I plan to drop my left and send a hook towards your ribs, right under your arm! R1 1:20

08:34 Sarah_Davis: There's something of a secret that only boxer's know. That every punch thrown is a competition in itself, that every strike taken is a humiliation and a defeat. As I feel overwhelmed and forced back I can feel my defenses crumble and I get increasingly desperate. With my left out of place, your right slams into my jaw snapping my head to the side. My eyes glazing over for a moment. Barely getting half a breath before your left slams into my ribs.

08:36 Sarah_Davis: I let out a low moan, my abdomen tensing as I'm forced back another step towards the corner. I'm barely two feet away now. I lean back into the ropes before trying to throw my body forward towards you. I try to wrap my arms over yours just below the shoulder. Trying to drop some weight on you before snapping up my right knee. Trying my luck at tagging your flank with it.

08:37 Sarah_Davis: "Hnngghfuck!" I scream out through my mouthpiece in exertion.

09:06 Valenzuela: As I feel my right fist crash into your jaw, the satisfying impact of my punch sends a surge of adrenaline through me. I see your head snap to the side, your eyes momentarily glazing over. My left hook to your ribs lands perfectly, and I hear the sound of your strained breath as it leaves your body in a low moan. It’s clear you’re feeling the damage now, forced back towards the corner with barely any room left to escape. But just as I start to close the gap, you do something desperate. You throw your body forward, wrapping your arms over mine just below my shoulders, leaning on me and trying to smother my punches. For a second, your weight presses down, slowing me, and I know you’re trying to buy time, to regain your breath. Then, out of nowhere, I feel your knee snapping up towards my flank. You scream out as it connects, catching me in the side. The sharp pain radiates from below my ribs, making me gasp and clench my teeth. I twist my body, using the momentum to try break free of your clinch. My muscles scream in protest, but I force myself to stay in control. I push off with my left foot, pivoting sharply and trying to create just enough space to slip out of your grasp. R1 1:10

09:11 Sarah_Davis: My legs are firm as you rip back, twisting off of your left foot and breaking us apart. My left shoulder hits the corner pad and I'm forced to keep fighting under a heavy stress. I measure out the difference between your body and mine, my head sharply twisting. I imagine you might try to throw yourself into me and capitalize, and I blonding throw a wild hook. Pushing off of my thighs as I try to send my left up towards your temple. Increasingly desperate to break out of the corner.

09:11 Sarah_Davis: R1 1:00

09:17 Valenzuela: As I twist loose from you, you throw a wild left hook, high at my temple. I'm expecting you to throw something, and because its so high, I'm able to easily dip at my knees, and let the hook fly over the air space above my head. And now, I've got you nearly in the corner, right where I want you. With your left out of place, I now try to unload on you, trying to drive a right cork screw punch into your solar plexus, a clubbing left hook at your jaw, and then with a fierce look on my face, like a wild beast, I try to bring my gloves behind your head, wanting to try to bend you down so I can attempt to drive my right knee into, and through your belly button! EAT IT! R1 0:50

09:20 Sarah_Davis: My arm flies past your head and you go straight for my body. You twist straight back into my solar plexus, sending a jolt through my spine, my fingers and toes pulsing. Air bursts from my lungs through my mouthpiece and an instant later your hook smashes into my jaw. My head is spinning as you determinedly rip into my body. You don't pause, grabbing my head and lowering is to give you the full force of impact as your knee crashes into my core. My abdomen crumbling as I collapse into you.

09:21 Sarah_Davis: My arms shoot around your body, my face getting smeared down your chest before my cheek gets caught deep in your cleavage. Spluttering in pain against you.

09:24 Valenzuela: I realise that this bitch is forcing me to hold her up, and ain't no way I'm gonna let this happen. I hiss in your ear...."not long before you go down SARAH fucking Davis"! I begin to twist my body around and try to drive a left knee into your thigh, as the ref starts to order a break. R1 0:30

09:26 Sarah_Davis: My lungs are burning, thighs quaking. I'm holding tight as you hiss in my ear. "Go fuck... your... HNNGH! SELF!!!" I scream out as your knee slams into my thigh. The referee moving to break us apart and I immediately collapse. My leg gives way and I collapse to one knee right in front of you.

09:30 Valenzuela: As I feel your body crumble against mine, your arms holding on for dear life, I can't help but smirk. I feel the power shift completely in my favor. The way your breath is ragged and your legs quake tells me everything, I've fucking got you. The knee I drove into your thigh has clearly weakened you, and the way you collapse to one knee in front of me confirms it. The referee steps in, signaling for a break, but before that happens, I take a moment to soak in the sight of you kneeling in front of me. I lean down slightly, bringing my face close to yours, and hiss, “Guess this is where you belong, Sarah—on your knees, with me standing over you.” I pull back as the ref separates us. 0:10 R1

09:31 Sarah_Davis: "Cunt." I hiss back. Shaking on my knees, gloves pressed into the mat. My eyes leave yours for a moment as I focus on breathing. The referee diving in to start a count.

09:31 Sarah_Davis: "ONE! TWO"

09:32 Sarah_Davis: I push up off of my thigh. Swaying. Moving to get my gloves up only for the referee to wave off the first round. The bell ringing as we survive the final seconds.

09:33 Sarah_Davis: I'm ushered away to the far corner, clearly rocked. Crashing into my stool.

09:36 Valenzuela: As I stand over you, seeing your body weaken beneath my dominance, I feel that rush of victory start to pulse through my veins. You're on your knees, barely hanging on. Your words—"Cunt"—drip with venom, but they feel hollow. I hiss back "You're fucked!" You’re swaying, trying to get up but it’s clear—you’re broken. I’ve already done the damage. Sarah fucking Davis isn’t giving up easily. But even as you push up from the mat, I see the shakiness in your legs, the exhaustion in your eyes. My lips curl into a smirk. You get back to your feet, gloves raised, but the ref waves off the round just as the bell rings. We both survived, but I know deep down that round was mine. I walk back to my corner, gloves raised over my head, breathing deeply, ready to make the next round even more painful for you.

09:38 Sarah_Davis: I'm force fed water as my mouthpiece is pulled out of my mouth. My team going straight to work. Patting me down, wiping off the sweat. Barely a word spoken as effort is dedicated to recovery. My eyes betraying the raw pain and exhaustion as I avoid meeting your gaze.

09:40 Valenzuela: I stare over at you, as my team pats me on the back, towels me down, provides water. Yeah, I hurt some, but you hurt far worse. Then the 10 sec warning,, and I'm up on my feet. DING! The bell rings for the next round, and I launch out of my corner like a storm. No hesitation. You’re still recovering, but I’m fully charged, ready to unload. My eyes are locked on you as I close the gap. R2 3:00

09:42 Sarah_Davis: I'm slow and clearly hurting as I rise from the stool. Gloves up. Eyes fixed in determination. My movements slower, but I still have my power and will to take you out. Timing beats speed, as they say. With a deep breath, I try to read your movements, I prepare myself. Bracing. At the last moment I try my weave, I shoot my head low before powering up off of my thighs. I go straight for an uppercut, throwing everything into an attempt to catch your chin.

09:42 Sarah_Davis: R2 2:50

09:46 Valenzuela: DING! The bell rings for the next round, and I launch out of my corner like a storm. No hesitation. You’re still recovering, but I’m fully charged, ready to unload. My eyes are locked on you as I close the gap. I begin to bob right, then left. You send out an uppercut at me, but I see it coming, and lean back from it, your glove swishing in front of my face. Then I counter with a quick, brutal right hook aimed square at your jaw! It’s fast and sharp, designed to rattle you if it lands and keep you off balance. I step in closer, bringing my right knee up high and hard towards your lower ribs, intending to knock the wind out of you if I can land it. I step back slightly, twisting my body for a devastating left roundhouse kick aimed at your midsection, wanting to cave in your fucking rib cage! My final strike—if you’re still standing—will be a sharp, straight right punch, aimed directly at your face to finish the assault. I’m on fucking fire and I want to break you mentally and physically. I want to put you down hard! R2 2:40

09:49 Sarah_Davis: My arm fully outstretched, I can't defend myself from your hook as it slices in and slams into my jaw. My head getting rocked as I feel the Mexican power and ferocity yet again. My mind gets scrambled, my eyes empty as they look back at you. You step in again, slamming your knee full force into my ribs, my abdomen collapsing as I start to lean over. My feet rolling back half a step before the full force of your kick slams into my core.

09:52 Sarah_Davis: I splutter onto my mouthpiece, it loosens, almost choking on it before your right flashes in and hammers straight into my face from the side. I've already lost all sense of recollection, but the final impact leaves my legs collapsing. My head bouncing away from you before my body follows. The cracks are sickening, but what's worse is the follow up impact as my skull bounces off the mat.

09:52 Sarah_Davis: My arms and legs splay out. My eyes completely vacant. A vicious spasm ripping through my body as I'm left flattened at your feet.

09:52 Sarah_Davis: Out. Cold.

09:57 Valenzuela: I charge forward with everything I've got, my body buzzing with adrenaline, each strike I land gives me a buzz. The feeling of my right hook crashing into your jaw gives me a rush of satisfaction—your head snapping back under the power of my punch. Then, when my knee slams into your ribs, I feel the impact ripple through your body, and you double over just slightly, just as I wanted. It’s working—I can feel your strength starting to falter as my attacks land cleanly. The sound of my roundhouse kick connecting is brutal, and I see the effect immediately. Your mouthpiece nearly falls out, and I know you're in trouble. My final right punch hits like a hammer, and I watch in real-time as your body collapses in front of me, legs buckling under the force. The dull thud of your skull hitting the mat sends a chill down my spine, but there’s no sympathy here. I don’t fucking care how bad I hurt you! I stand over you, breathing hard, watching as your body spasms, completely out. Cold. The ref starts a count, ONE TWO THREE….. I take a step back, savoring the moment, my chest heaving with each breath, knowing I've fucking broken you.

10:00 Sarah_Davis: I'm motionless but for the heavy heaving of my breasts with each breath. My head rocking slightly. Eyes completely empty as the harsh lights glower down at me. My body having completely failed me as the better boxer leaves me knocked clean outon the mat.

10:04 Valenzuela: The ref realises that you ain't gonna get up, so he waives his hands over you, ending the fight, and motions for your team and the medic to come forward....and I do a little unsportsman like thing, and place my foot on your body, for a quick pose, before the ref, totally shocked by this display, pushes me off to a corner. But why should I give a fuck? I'll send the photo to Davis in a get well soon card.

10:07 Sarah_Davis: I'm still out as you dare to stand on my body, total domination. Total humiliation. Not that I've got the senses to know it. There's a rumble in the crowd in appreciation as you pose, cameras flashing. The referee rips you off of me as another spasm rips through my body. Choking on my mouthpiece. The medic and my team jump forward, taking my mouthpiece out and trying to coax me awake.

10:07 Sarah_Davis: After a minute I'm still out cold, a stretcher brought into the ring to carry me out of the ring. One of the most brutal knockouts in shoot boxing claimed by you at my expense.