Female Boxing Federation

Valenzuela: I'm standing in my corner of the boxing ring at Marty’s Sports Bar, feeling the electric buzz of the crowd—a sea of half-drunk assholes slurping their overpriced beers, waiting for the TOUGH GAL BOXING COMPETITION to start. The ropes around the ring are obnoxiously colorful, but who gives a shit? All I care about is the fact that the board lights up with the next fight: Carla Valenzuela (120 lbs, 5 ft 3 in, 30 YO) vs. Tessa Collins (137 lbs, 5 ft 8 in, 22 YO).

Valenzuela:

Valenzuela: Tessa fucking Collins. The rookie office girl with a big mouth and no clue what she's walking into. I'm standing here in my signature Mexican flag-style sports bra, blue jean cutoffs, black boxing shoes laced up tight, and black 8 oz gloves ready to crack her pretty face wide open. My black mouth guard's in, and I’m already picturing spitting it out over her broken body when I knock her the fuck out.

Valenzuela:

Valenzuela: I start shadow boxing, feeling the rush. Jab, jab, right hook, left uppercut. Fuck yeah! I’m not called Valenzuela La Boxeadora for nothing, and this bitch is about to find out why.

Valenzuela: I grin, thinking about how we got here. We both work in the same office at some shitty construction company. Tessa, the part-time student, probably thought she was smart or something. The boss hands me one of her reports last week, tells me to tell her to update the figures, and it’ll be fine. So what do I do? I march right over to her desk, stand there towering over her pathetic little workstation, and I say, “Tessa, the boss says this is complete shit, so redo it!” Then I tear that fucking report up in her face, let the pieces fall in her lap.

Valenzuela: And what does this little princess do? She jumps up like she’s ready to throw hands, like she’s got the guts to actually fight me in the middle of the office. Oh, I was begging her to swing first. I put my fists up, daring her to try me right then and there, but the boss comes out of his office, throws a flyer for the TOUGH GAL BOXING COMPETITION on the desk, and says, “End it, here. Tonight.”

Valenzuela: So here I am, standing in this ring, ready to mop the fucking floor with her face. Sure, I’ve heard she boxes, talks a big game to her college friends about it. But me? I’m not here to talk. I’m here to fight. I’m here to make sure that everyone in this dump remembers who the hell Carla Valenzuela is, and when I’m done, Tessa’s going to regret the day she even thought about squaring off with me.

Tessa_Collins: The anger within me just channels a demon as Some bitchass prick tored my report in front of my face, I mean what the fuck she thinks she is, I would have knocked her jaw out of her shocket if the Boss didn’t interfered… hmm, Flashback…. the report given to me was to be completed by Monday, I mean who the fuck works on Sunday. So I had given it to my cousin to work on, he owed me a favour. And I had no idea what it was under the report. Or what was in the report, hell what was the report about.. Back to present… the anger was mainly due to how you insulted me in front of all the colleagues.

Tessa_Collins: I reached the destination of fight, it was some cool sports bar. My friends from College were there to cheer me up. And I quickly asked around for the locker room direction. Took a good long warm shower and walks out in my two piece fighter outfit, with some everlast green gloves, a mouth guard, and my sneaky boots. I marched my way to ring, a quite neon lights filled with joy and the visitors cheering. I looks at you all ready and setup in your outfit not bad..

Tessa_Collins:

Tessa_Collins: I stands on my corner, stretching my arms above my head leaning against turnbuckle, trying to loosen up free muscles, and check you out from top to toe.

Valenzuela: There she is. Tessa fucking Collins, prancing her way to the ring like this is some college event. Well, tonight I’ll be your professor of the sweet science! Look at her, all tall and smug in her flashy green Everlast gloves, stretching out her arms like she’s about to take on the world. Does she really think she stands a chance? I feel my fists tighten inside my black gloves, itching to rearrange that pretty face of hers. She’s got no idea what she’s in for. All those friends of hers, cheering her on from the bar, like their little girl is going to win tonight? Pathetic.

Valenzuela: As the ref calls us to the center, I make my way there, keeping my eyes locked on Tessa. I’m going to make sure she remembers every second of this beating. The crowd noise fades as the ref’s voice booms out, telling us the rules like I give a shit. “Protect yourselves at all times. Clean fight. When I say break, you break.” Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

Valenzuela: We’re told to touch gloves, and I don’t even try to hide the force behind mine, smashing my knuckles into hers. The thought of knocking her out right here, right now, makes my blood pump harder. As I turn and walk back to my corner, I can already picture it—the sound of her body hitting the mat, the ref waving his hands over her while I raise mine in victory. This fight’s already over, Collins. You just don’t know it yet.

Tessa_Collins: The chears of crowd the neon light flashing all over the arena the warm soft wind brewing within the ring from the tension that was raising from the anger in both us., All I could think of is how I am Gonna that bitch in tiny little pieces with all my skills and thrilling moves…

Tessa_Collins: I calmed myself and scoffed walks forth as reg calls us., asking for all formalities like anything illegal we have brought into, any non required things.., and the normal rules… “ You wish!” I scoffed at him as he states the rule about letting each other go when he signals., in no hell I am gonna leave you all So adorable.

Tessa_Collins: After The harsh thrash of knuckles in each of us’s gloves echoing the arena I walks back at my turnbuckle casually resting at my corner looking at my friends who were thrilled and excited., cheering me.. meanwhile I was trying to read you., checking you out., for any weak spots, any previous injuries I could tangle on., your foot movement. My eyes were like a Scanner in Dock Office Reading you from Top to Toe. Eager for the Bell to Ring.

Valenzuela: DING! DING! DING! The bell rings, cutting through the buzz of the crowd. I take a deep breath, feeling the surge of adrenaline in my veins. I step out from my corner ready to rock, my stance low and tight, feet bouncing light on the balls. My black gloves are raised in front of my face in a peekaboo guard, my elbows tucked in close to my body, shielding my core. Every muscle is tense, but not rigid, primed for action. My eyes are locked on you, peering over the tops of my gloves that protect my face, watching every slight move you make. I move towards the centre, weaving left, then right, testing your reactions, my shoulders rolling with each motion. The canvas feels solid under my boxing shoes, grounding me as I close the distance. As we meet at the center of the ring, I’m measuring the space between us, already planning my first strike. My left foot leads, stepping in closer, while my gloved fists hover just above my chin chin level, ready to explode into action.

Tessa_Collins: The bell rang., and a boost of adrenaline just fuels up my veins, I stretched my arms above my head for a brief moment loosening up tight muscles. And then shrugs, rolling my shoulders. Charged my fists up, the tightened velcro of gloves, makes a eerie noise. While i started walking forth slowly and casually, keeping track of your moves, your stance, your posterior, a bit of calculation of every possible assault started calibrating itself in my mind. While my legs trifles with each steps, making a zig zag pattern as I march towards you, getting closer in your vicinity, peeping at your eyes, while started to circle you finding for any weak spots or a window of opportunity.

Valenzuela: I keep my eyes on you, watching as you zigzag towards me. We dance and circle, and then a smirk plays on my lips as I see you sizing me up. "You think you can dance around me, huh? C’mon, show me what you can do with those silly green gloves, what’s wrong, chicken?." Without giving you time to react, I lunge forward, leading with a sharp left jab straight at your nose trying to get you to raise your guard high, followed by a right hook aimed at your cheek as I step right and try to go around your guard, and I finish with a powerful left hook to your ribs.

Tessa_Collins: The focus of attack was deliberately changing according to new ideas being played out in my mind, I can see you are quiet attentive towards my move, something that most opponents lacks in the fight, that gives me a crucial idea of how hard it must become. Listening to those tinted taunts I just gave a small smirk, stood my ground the moment you lunges forth, waiting for your attacks to do its jobs, my right arm swing at your left before it can even reach the vicinity of my face, neutralising the jab, I quickly ducked under your hook landing a sharp straight jab at your plexus before you can make your following move, hoping to counter the hook before it’s made. Follows by a upper swing hook at your chin if you bends forth from the jab. Stepping a couple steps back with guards raised… “ you see, My assault speaks for themselves”. Small wink was darted at you, for teasing purpose.

Valenzuela: My jab at your nose gets knocked away by your right forearm before it gets even close to your nose, as you display not only remarkable boxing skill, but fast reflexes and speed that show the age gap between us, not to mention your weight and height advantage. My right hook then swings into empty airspace over your head as you duck under, leaving my midsection exposed for you to pump a jab with precision into my solar plexus….ugggg……

Valenzuela: The moment your jab slams into my solar plexus, I feel the air violently forced from my lungs, pain shooting through my core. Damn, that stung. I gasp, my guard dropping for a second, leaving me vulnerable. You don’t hesitate—you’re on me immediately. I see your uppercut coming, but not quickly enough to avoid it. The impact under my chin is brutal, snapping my head back. It feels like my whole brain just rattled in my skull. My left hook just drops off to the side as shock surges through me—you’re faster than I gave you credit for. My vision blurs for a moment, and my legs wobble beneath me. I stagger back, trying to collect myself for a few moments, but the pain in my midsection and jaw throbs with every breath. I get my gloved fists raised, my chest heaving up and down as I begin to catch my breath, the crowd now roaring their approval of the boxing skills you just displayed, but no way are you gonna win this bitch! I’ve been hit many times in past fights, just not like this in the opening seconds of the fight!

Tessa_Collins: The cheering of crowd., the rhythmic grunts and groans of yours., the deliberate stepping of painful steps.., it’s like either the fight is off to a Edgy start or it is being so easy to me.., I am being Careful.., no wonder the gloves thumping your face and abdomen are something that delights me.., I paced you up., nit giving you the chance of recovering even though I wanted to.., “ Hope you are all okay there.. Bitch” i smirks and swings a right decoy punch to your left jawline followed by another left decoy punch to right jawline to keep your guards dancing up.., while I shovels a hard right uppercut into your liver.. taking a couple quick steps back with guards raised for safe distance and a breather.

Valenzuela: I feel the throb of my aching chin and midsection as you move in again, your speed a blur. My fists are up, but it’s hard to ignore how quickly you closed the gap. I flinch as your decoy right comes in toward my left jaw. My gloves move to intercept it, but it’s just a trick - then I see the left coming for my other jaw line. You’re fast, too fast, and my guard’s playing catch-up as you keep me guessing. Your left then drops in a fluid, fast motion, hammering a brutal uppercut towards my liver, so I dip at my knees, and most of your punch hits my lower rib cage, but it still clips my liver. I feel the burning sting of your uppercut drilling into my lower ribs and liver - it's like a bomb blast inside me. The pain sears through me, radiating like wildfire. My legs almost give out under me, and I swear I taste bile. "You little…!" I hiss, staggering back. My body screams to curl up, to stop the agony, but no way I’m gonna let you see that. My ribs feel like they're being crushed from the inside out, every breath like inhaling broken glass. You smirk, stepping back all smug like you've got me where you want me. This fuels my anger, and I really want to hurt you. I force my fists back up, ignoring the wave of nausea rolling through my gut. You're playing it cautious, but that gives me the chance to take a few seconds to catch my breath. As I catch a glimpse of that little smirk still plastered on your face, it makes me so fucking angry I suck up the pain. I grit my teeth and step forward, and aim a right cross at your guard, trying to break a hole in it, so that my followup left straight might land on your fucking nose!

Tessa_Collins: The dull joy of pain running in you was a sign my fist had makes its mark.., the feeling of your hardened core against my knuckles are remarkable.., and the thing about a experienced player is they don’t play it too fast.., and so would I., I have hurted you where it hurts the most.. the sored ribs must have a toll on you and a bruiser liver.., eww no one wanna get that but lucky you.., I looks at that angry face and knew you are all furious and debt to make a mistake.., the opportunity strikes again.., as you charged forth wanting to dent my guards and would have possibly done it if I didn’t lured you until very last second.., I ducked in quickly with my left arm charged back as far as I can., taking advantage of your extended arm in assaulting some air particles.. I shoved another harf shovel uppercut with my left knuckles right at your liver again., forcing adequate power behind it to gain a pivot point for my right fist quickly to ram at your righg side of the lower ribs at the bone., hoping ti do some massive damage., stepping sideways quickly to gain safe distance with safe space between us.

Valenzuela: My rage does little to gain the upperhand, as I do nothing but box the empty air space over your head as you duck down. My front is now totally open, and you drive a brutal shoveling uppercut into my liver, but this time you drive your gloved fists under my ribs, pounding the fuck out of my liver, making it slosh around inside my body cavity. Then, you, ram a right hook into the side of my lower ribs, badly bruising them. The sound of your body punches reverberates around the bar, and the expression on my face tells all. My mouth opens in a big O as I try to suck in breath, and my crinkled expression looks like I want to cry, which I feel like doing. My knees nearly buckle and I bend forward a little and back away into the corner turnbuckle as quick as I can, but the pain makes me move slowly. I hold my gloves over my badly bruised body as the amateur ref looks on, like he is a spectator.

Valenzuela: Cleary I'm have difficulty not only with this younger fighter's reach, but also her speed and ability to hit delicate targets.

Tessa_Collins: Looking at you, the hits I connected, the aches you feeling, the jolt of pain your body reacts to. It was all Planned. I knew where ti hurt, how to hurt, and what to hurt with. A slight evilish grin rubs my lips, as I take advantage of you fuzzled state. Looking at the perfect opened opportunity to sieze the match for good. Tip toeing all the way towards you to not let you get alerted.. and the moment I was in your vicinity. My right glove was charged back far as I can. Swinging a hard upper hook for that bony little chin of yours, with the adequate force to straighten you up, while my left glove had been eagerly waiting for a point blank jab. The moment you would be straightened up from impact. It would shoved once again at the very spot, YOUR DAMNED AND DOOMED LIVER.., just to make you numb., while guarding up quickly and not wanting to let you out of corner. I don’t step back but waits for you to get numb and am alerted for any sneaky moves or counters… “ Give Up, or you won’t be able to”.. i chuckle and mocked you.

Valenzuela: I see you coming in slowly with that nasty glint in your eyes, that damn smirk. You really fucked up my body, and I need time to recover, as its hard to move, its hard to breath, and you’ve literally boxed me into a corner. My eyes glare at you as you approach, powerless to stop you. As your uppercut slams into my chin, it feels like my skull just collided with a freight train. My head jerks violently upward, and the impact reverberates down my neck and spine. My jaw aches immediately, the taste of blood filling my mouth. The force sends my whole body into a brief spasm, my feet lifting slightly off the canvas, arms going slack. My vision swims in a chaotic blur of lights and shadows, the room spinning around me as my back hits the padded turnbuckle, my knees trembling. As my gloves drop to my side, your jab crashes into my liver, the pain that was beginning to dissipate from the earlier punch now rises to a new level, and is immediate and excruciating, like a hot blade twisting deep inside my body. It’s not just a sharp pain; it’s an overwhelming, numbing sensation that spreads out from my liver, radiating through my abdomen like waves of fire. My legs buckle, and my whole body bends forward, my muscles tightening as I fight to stay conscious. In the background I hear your friends chanting “TESSA! TESSA! TESSA!”

Tessa_Collins: The hits were landing marvellous, doing damage marvellous, bending and breaking your body marvellous, the grunts and groaning echoing marvellous. Everything was just as sweet as I deliberately wanted from the start. Now I have you all numb up, the bleeders mouth, and the nauseating dizziness.. the echoes of cheers was boosting up my morals, a bit breathtaking as I was a bit sweaty. With you now numb to my mercy. I waved at the ref a angry look, dared he stop what’s next, and he will be the one paying for it.. I take advantage of you bend forth body. Grabs your shoulders and pressed you up against the turnbuckle ramming a knee instantly at your lower guts, just to stop any fightback. While started draping your arms on top ropes. Simultaneously landing a jab in your belly to keep you in pain and stopping from any thought of retaliation. I grabs the middle ropes twisting it harshly over your shoulder balls, pinning your hands under the ropes tightly to keep you trapped in the corner, against the turnbuckle, for as long as I want. “ Hope you are Ready”. A wink darts at your fuzzy eyes, while steps back to admire the work.

Valenzuela: I feel like my body’s been turned inside out, pain radiating from every damn punch you've landed. My ribs feel shattered, and her knee to my gut? The knee like a hot knife slicing into butter. Fucking cheating bitch! It’s like someone poured molten lead into my lungs. Then a jab to the navel....and the fucking useless ref who backs away. But when then you trap me in the ropes, that’s when it really hits me—the helplessness. Rage surges in my veins, but I can’t move. My shoulders burn as the ropes pin me, my face and body totally exposed to whatever this bitch does. My muscles scream to fight back, to break free, but it’s useless. Your words cut through the haze, mocking me. My fists clench, the fire in me refuses to die, but I’m pinned—beaten, yet still burning inside. An unlicensed fight where the law of the jungle rules.

Tessa_Collins: The rage of pain can be seen on your face, the cheers of crowd grows violent on what’s happening., something that was once illegal is what now legal at all cost, if it wasn’t me than perhaps you, but one of us was wanting the same for other.. I gave a rough look at you, walking forth.. “ Will enjoy breaking you a lot”… The moment my words finished, A sharp gloved jab rams twice in your lower belly with precision force behind it… “ Bitch”… a violent grin word I uttered before jabbing my left glove hard at that funsy nose of yours…

Valenzuela: I’ve heard rumours that you engage in illegal cage fights, clearly this is true, as you used a knee on me, and then pinned my arms into the ropes, leaving me dangling and exposed in front of you. My facial expression is one of both pain and anger, like a trapped animal. Then you punch me under my navel twice, uggg uuuggggg…oh fuck it hurts…..then that horrible green boxing glove....just a blurr as it snaps into my nose....causing blood to dribble out onto my lips and onto my chin....then a few drops onto my chest.....I can't believe.....ugggggg.....my nose....tears begin to stream out of my eyes....my mascara running...the humiliation is unbearable...to be beaten in under a minute and I was unable to land a single punch.....

Tessa_Collins: The groan of yours was like a music directed by me… the pain surging through your flesh was a gift from me. That bleed nose and the wounded face, you are a true gem, atleast when you are taking those assaults brilliantly, I shoved another hard jab at your right jawline, followed it up with another right uppercut at your lower ribs, wanting to see those flesh dancing on my rhythm, I do check the ropes from time to time, tightening them up as much as i can. Cause you ain't going anywhere… I pivots my weight on my left leg and shovels a hard straight jab pounding my gloves right at your solar plexus, hoping to ripple your diaphragm a bit..

Valenzuela: The ropes creak and groan as they trap my arms and shoulders, my entire weight being held up by the ropes as my knees turn to jelly and buckle from under me. The terrifying thought, this bitch is killing me, or at best will put me in the hospital…FUCK! I’d beg her to stop, but the searing pain keeps me gasping for breath. But you ain’t finished….through my teary blurred vision your green boxing glove jab my jaw, then a fast right uppercut to my ribs....and I slump down, dangling from the ropes....then a hard right straight punches into my solar plexus....the nerves sending pain through my chest.....everything goes blank in my head, I slump forward, now knocked the fuck out from the pain......

Valenzuela:

Valenzuela: My face and body beaten to a pulp by this boxing bitch from HELL!

Tessa_Collins: Looking at the brusie marks all over you body. I was sure delighted, wanting to make some more of those pale purple marks. But looks like that won’t be possible. The moment I charged my glove back. Your head just tilts off.. “ No what? KO already? Damn I wanted to bust more of that liver Bitch”… I yelled while The crowd cheers my Victory… I don’t stop.. I charged my left glove back, clenched the fist hard as I can in it. And slams rock hard at your liver thrice.. enjoying the jolt of pain impact of your body. Stepping back waving the crowd my Unbeaten Victory while walking out of the Ring with Pride and another Opponent down the list of KO.

Valenzuela: The bar manager comes and releases me from the ropes, and I fall forward onto the mat, totally beaten and humiliated in this mismatched fight......then taken out in an ambulance....for a visit to the local hospital.....END

Valenzuela: