Female Boxing Federation

 <Valenzuela> The Scene: The ring itself is a spectacle—a kaleidoscope of colorful ropes glowing under UV lights, casting a surreal aura over the fighters and the roaring crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first showdown of 2025, right here at The Knockout Lounge! The atmosphere is electric, the drinks are flowing, and the crowd is roaring for another round of the Monthly Tough Gal Boxing Competition! Tonight’s unlicensed bout is set to light up this vibrant, neon-lit arena, and the stakes are higher than ever. Let’s meet our fierce contenders in this charged clash of wills!" mtc

<Valenzuela> In the red corner, standing tall at 5 feet 7 inches, weighing in at 138 pounds, and hailing from the bustling streets of Boston, we have the American Boxing Wonder, Caroline At just 20 years old, Caroline is the youngest fighter in tonight's competition. But don’t let her age fool you—this powerhouse packs a punch that could knock the wind out of the fiercest storm. Her youthful energy and sheer determination make her a crowd favorite, and she’s here to prove she’s a force to be reckoned with. mtc

 <Valenzuela> In the blue corner, standing at 5 feet 3 inches, tipping the scales at 120 pounds, and bringing the heat from the sun-soaked streets of Durango, Mexico, is the one, the only, Valenzuela! At 30 years old, Valenzuela is a seasoned veteran of the underground boxing circuit. She’s scrappy, relentless, and carries the experience of a decade of brawling in smoky bars and late-night arenas. Valenzuela blends traditional boxing techniques with street-smart grit, and her lightning-fast Jabs. mtc

 <Valenzuela> The crowd chants, the bell is moments away, and the tension is palpable. It's a clash of generations, styles, and personalities, all set to explode in this epic, unlicensed showdown. I stand now in my blue corner, wearing a black sports bra and some short boxing trunks with a colorful Mexican flag design and black 8 oz gloves.15:41 

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<Fighting_with_Caroline> I'm not wearing any flag... but there is always a sense of national pride on the line when two fighters from different origins go at it! The giant Mexican flag on your trunks a reminder of that tonight. My attire, in contrast, was simple. Black trunks, a white sports bra, black boots, and classic red 8 oz gloves as i stare you down from across the ring. My mouthguard is in... and my nerves are starting to dissipate... the adrenaline I feel coursing through my veins taking over now. I've got the size, I've got the power... but you have the experience... and I wasn't gonna doubt you till you were lying on the canvas as a result of my work. Sweat started to build along my skin as I stepped forwards, gloves up, on my toes... more than ready to fight in the Knockout Lounge!

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<Valenzuela> As the moments tick down and the ref gives us his final instructions, I let my gloves rise a little higher and start moving, shadowboxing right there in my corner. The neon lights above cast sharp shadows across the ring as I throw crisp jabs into the air, each punch cutting through the tension. My footwork is light, quick, deliberate, my boots squeak softly against the canvas as I pivot and slide, visualizing the fight to come. A left jab, fast and sharp, followed by a quick duck and a step to the side. Then a clean right hook that snaps through the air, the sound of leather brushing the stillness catching your ear. My gloves come back to my face, elbows tight, every motion fluid and practiced, honed from years of doing this in every kind of ring imaginable. The sweat glistening on my skin catches the light as I breathe steadily, each exhale in sync with my punches. A three-punch combination.......jab, jab, cross—lands on an imaginary target, and I take a small step back, resetting my stance. My eyes never leave you, Caroline, even as I move. I can see you watching me, maybe gauging my speed, my rhythm, but what you won’t see is hesitation. My shadowboxing isn’t just warm-up; it’s a statement. A preview of what’s coming your way. I roll my shoulders once more and throw a final combination: jab, hook, uppercut. My gloves snap back into position, and I take one last deep breath.

 <Fighting_with_Caroline> My last moments before the bell rings are spent watching your routine... almost like a dance. Well oiled, practiced... and poised. Ready to take me on with a barrage of combos you'd clearly spent a lifetime crafting. I wasn't familiar with this ring, but I was familiar with the ring... and though imposing, your routine didn't penetrate my mind all that much. I knew what I had to do. I did however, share your gaze, matching your intensity as I looked over my gloves right back at you. Our eyes would scout all over each others bodies over the next 5 rounds, but for now, I needed your eyes. The crowd cheered out as we got closer and closer... and then it was time. *DING DING* Round 1 was underway! I shuffled out quickly to meet you, my right glove marginally in front of my left as I kept them both right about chin height... a few inches out from my skin as I approached... right leg in front of the left, and found my stance... trying to plant myself early and force you to close the distance yourself, hoping that I would find some time to wail on you from a range you wouldn't be able to fight back from, given your smaller size. Initially, I jabbed out twice with my right, aimed generally at your face as I looked to measure out distance, and keep you back... swatting at you like a bug before I went for my first shot... attempting a left hook across your abs as I half stepped forwards on my left... desiring an early blow that might tire you for the rest of the fight... R1 2:50

 <Valenzuela> The bell rings, sharp and clear, DING!!!!!! cutting through the roar of the crowd. My heart thumps once, hard, and then everything slows. I step out of my corner with purpose, settling into my orthodox stance as I move. My left foot leads, my weight balanced just right, not too far forward, or too far back. My gloves are up, tight and ready, my left hovering out in front, my right poised slightly lower near my chin, ready to snap up for a block or fire off a quick counter. My elbows stay tucked in, guarding my body. My eyes are locked on you, reading every twitch of your shoulders, every subtle shift of your feet. You’re taller, and I know you’ll want to use that reach, but I’m not giving you the space to set up. I see you coming right for me, quick and purposeful, gloves high, stance steady, jabbing out with your right to keep me at bay. I bob my head to the right, just enough to avoid them while keeping my guard tight, letting your punches skim by harmlessly. Your left hook comes in low, aimed for my abs, and I recognize the intent instantly. I step back just enough, letting your glove skim the edge of my abs, and then I make my move. My weight shifts forward as I close the distance with a quick shuffle, stepping inside your range. My left jab snaps out, towards your face, sharp and fast, to try to draw your guard up. Then I dip low and send a tight right hook toward your lower ribs, As soon as my glove lands—or doesn’t, I’m slipping to your right, circling around you, keeping myself at an angle where your reach isn’t as threatening. R1 2:40

13:07 <Fighting_with_Caroline> I took a half step back as you approached... my punches all avoided as you remained set on your path, not thrown off at all by my attempt to catch you first. I recoiled my arms as you closed the gap between my range and yours... my gloves returning to chin height just as you launched that left jab... which I do indeed raise my gloves to catch. You were smarter than that though... setting up my body as you pounded home a wide open right hook into my ribcage! "Hnghh!" I groaned out, the first real hit of the night landing against me as I shook my head and tried to reset, but not back away. You were already on the move again, while I remained rooted for a second... now at an angle instead of facing me straight on... but that didn't bother me too much. To me, it meant I was in your head... and you were already finding ways to compensate for what you perceived to be an imbalance of sorts... and I had a plan to get you back in front of me. I shifted to my left one pace, allowing my left foot to lead as I kept both gloves tight to my chin, in case you fired a quick shot.... but you didn't, and I tried to take advantage... wanting to see just how fast those reflexes were. I prepared my left glove, bringing it down to my side and moving my shoulder in a quick feint... but I never actually threw it! Instead, I hoped that you would stop in your tracks for a moment, allowing me to take another step to my left and nail your jaw with a big right hook! I might've thrown more later in the fight, but I was testing the waters for now, knowing that you were more than capable of punishing me if I slipped up... R1 2:30

 <Valenzuela> The sharp sting of my right hook connecting with your ribs gives me a brief jolt of confidence, though I know the fight is far from decided. As I slip to your right, I keep my movements fluid, not wanting to give you a chance to reset easily. My eyes stay locked on you, reading every adjustment you make. You shift left, leading with your left foot, gloves tight to your chin, a cautious but calculated move. I know that you’re looking for an opening, just as I am. Your feint catches my attention, your left glove dropping low, your shoulder dropping slightly, your move making me instinctively twitch my gloves a little lower, surely that left is gonna go low?. But something feels off, there’s no follow-through. I realize too late that it’s a setup. Your quick step left puts you in position, and then I see it, the right hook coming for my jaw. “BAM!!!!!!!!!!” The impact sends a sharp jolt through my head, snapping it to the side, spit flying out in all directions as I bite down hard on my gum shield. I feel the sting in my cheek as your glove connects solidly, the crowd roaring in approval of the clean hit. My feet stumble slightly, but I plant my right foot firmly, steadying myself before you can send out another punch. I bob my head low, shaking off the brief daze, and push forward into your range. My left glove comes up high, feinting a jab at your face to keep you guessing, while my right glove drops near my ribs. As I close the gap, I dip low and aim a quick right uppercut for your body, trying to catch you in the same spot you left open earlier. My feet shuffle quickly to the left side again as I prepare to follow up with a sharp left cross towards your chin, looking to even the score. R1 2:20

<Fighting_with_Caroline> I wasn't feeling super confident about the chances of landing my feint... but you bit, and I was rewarded in kind! Those types of early shots can be definitive... but you were tougher than that! Sure, it looked like it hurt... but you had the experience to survive, especially so early on in the bout! Seeing that spit fly did give me a fuzzy feeling regardless... a fuzzy feeling that I needed to make sure didn't become complacency. Luckily for me, becoming complacent in this fight would be impossible... you never seemed to take a breather! Even after I rocked you with a headshot that left you stumbling, you were back on offense in no time at all! I stepped up on my right, try to close what I thought was going to be a sizable gap that you would create in retreat... only for you to step up into me as well! I was gonna have to remember my CQC basics here, but you were far faster to react, in your element up close as you started to shift your left glove upwards... your only mistake was dropping your right glove at the same time your left went out for a jab... giving me a hint that something was coming! I did still take the bait to a degree... ducking down to try to avoid a non existent jab... but I also made sure to drop my forearms to my lower body... my elbow placed over my lower ribs as you bashed a powerful uppercut into em!

<Fighting_with_Caroline> Luckily, I wasn't all that effected, mildly grunting and backing up on my right foot again as I tried to get out of a close range punch-out with you! I never retreat without an escape plan though... and this time, my hope was to punish your aggression again! As I shifted backwards, you shifted to the left... placing us at a somewhat awkward angle, but you were at nearly perfect range for my left to do some damage! I launched a quick left uppercut aimed at the point of your chin... though I didn't foresee your left coming across... and I had no defense ready, my gloves still lowered from before! "Unghhh!" I groaned out, my own chin rattled as my head was knocked to the left... my eyes shut for a moment before reopening as I stumbled back awkwardly for a few steps... saliva and sweat flying from my head as the crowd roared out, this time in support of your attack! I just had to hope that my uppercut would find its mark to slow you down... otherwise you could wail on me a bit! R1 2:10

<Valenzuela> The roar of the crowd fuels my adrenaline as I watch my left cross snap your head to the side, sending a spray of sweat and spit into the air. The sight of you stumbling back gives me a surge of confidence, but I know better than to let my guard drop. You're resilient, and fighters like you never give up ground easily. My feet shuffle forward instinctively, ready to press the advantage. Then I feel it—your left uppercut shooting up like a rocket. I don't see it in time, my overconfidence blinding me for just a split second. "UNGH!" My jaw snaps upward, my head whipping back as the sharp impact jolts through me. My vision blurs momentarily, the taste of blood filling my mouth as I bite down hard on my gum shield. The crowd erupts again, this time in approval of your counter. I stumble to my left, planting my feet clumsily to steady myself. My gloves come up instinctively, protecting my face as I shake off the cobwebs. My breathing is ragged, my chest heaving as I try to regain my composure. My pride stings almost as much as my jaw, having not seen that one coming! R1 2:00

 <Fighting_with_Caroline> I stumbled backwards... trying to regain my focus... only to see you doing the same! The crowd was in a frenzy now... both of us completely going for it... throwing caution to the wind! I didn't really want to fight you this way... exciting as it was, and despite an age difference between us that should benefit me in terms of stamina, this was your game, and I was getting caught up in it. It was exhilarating... and maybe worst of all it was something that I found myself wanting to continue! Why not keep goin? My heads a bit rattled as is... I thought to myself, justifying my somewhat senseless aggression rather poorly, even to myself as I tried to push what was apparently an advantage! You were smart though, guarding up instead of pushing forwards. You were clearly pretty rattled, even so early on... but I knew I had some room to work your body. I stepped forwards on my left once again, coming just barely into range, setting myself at a distance that was advantageous... and hopefully out of your range. I led with my right again, jabbing into your high guard to keep you honest... then I dug down with a left straight, hoping to aim at your liver. It was a bit of a signature of mine at this point... and I liked to play into it, hoping for a crippling body blow that would leave you struggling for the rest of the fight... I returned to a more defensive posture afterwards, though I started to creep forwards, hoping to push you towards the ropes just by threatening you, and really establish myself early on in this bout! R1 1:50

<Valenzuela> My head is still buzzing after taking that uppercut to the jaw, you really know how to land a punch, so your right jab towards my head really gets my attention, moving my guard higher to block it. The distraction nearly works as your left straight shoots out, targeting my liver, and I don’t see it in time to block it, but do see it just in time to tighten my abs to mitigate some of the impact. But even so, it lands with a pop and bang, and I feel a dull pain in my liver region, feeling lucky it was not a more powerful hook that could have had an angle to it rather than a liner path. Can’t believe I got distracted and let that slip in, clearly your speed is something I have to deal better with. I give a grimace and grunt, and realise you are advancing on me, so I move an inch or two closer to get into my range to neutralise your reach advantage, and go into my head hunting mode. A quick jab/right cross combo towards your lips, hoping to blast away your guard, then I start to drop my left to feint a hook to the body, but instead, swing the hook back up towards your jaw, as I stand my ground and try to go toe to toe with this younger, but very skilled boxeadora. R1 1:40

<Fighting_with_Caroline> I bring your guard up as expected... but I don't quite get the cleanest of body blows... certainly not anything that would leave you staggering for the rest of the fight as I had hoped. Progress was still progress though... and that punch was more than I could say about my ill-fated attempt to bully you back towards the ropes... as I stepped forwards, you stepped forwards and resumed your usual service! I was expecting you to get punchy soon, and my raised guard helped protect me initially, your gloves bouncing off of mine with a loud paf, sweat flying from both pairs of leather as I defended myself from a jab and a cross... and then I got aggressive again. Seeing your left get ready to target my body, I tensed up... but I wasn't gonna try blocking it. I wanted your head, and opportunities like this are a premium, even if I have to play a little gambit to get it. I immediately pounce, stepping forwards on my right and arching my right glove for your chin in a big hook! Hoping that your left glove going out would leave you defenseless... though I may have slightly miscalculated my ability to tank your shot... what was supposed to be a body shot ended up angling for my head... and without any defenses, it connected beautifully with my jaw! "Unhgghh!" I groaned out loudly, my head forced to the left for a moment as a nice chunk of saliva left my lips... the contact slightly staggering me as I backed up a step... just hoping that my counter hook would leave you in an even worse spot... my own head spinning slightly now... R1 1:30

 <Valenzuela> As predicted, my jab cross combo pound nothing but your gloved fists, but they were never intended to get through unless you did something dumb. My fainted hook to the body does draw your attention down for the split second I need, and my changed projectory lands hard on your jaw! I get a nice spray of spit in my face as a reward until your counter right hook that was launched a split second after my left hook, goes over my left shoulder smears into the side of my chin, twisting and contorting my face to my right, and forcing me to bite down on my gum shield to stop it from flying out of my mouth. The impact leaves me feeling woozy, but it's my Mexican nature to stand here and punch it out with you until you go down, hopefully. I drop my right, and move step towards you, trying to send a big uppercut towards your lower rib cage, twisting my hips to increase the power. And without waiting I then send a left hook towards your jaw line, hoping to tag the same spot again. Rather than retreating, I'm gonna try to force my bigger opponent to the ropes and finish her there. R1 1:20

<Fighting_with_Caroline> My right hook does indeed land! Though not quite with the power I had hoped for... as you showed no significant signs of slowing down! You powered forwards as I stumbled back, still coping with the damage I had suffered before as you hunted me down, no doubt hoping to cause even more. My gloves and arms were up, protecting my head for the time being, given that I was the most concerned about taking further punishment up there... unfortunately, that left my body wide open for your initial uppercut! "Hnghh!" I groaned out... doing my best to keep my arms high as I took two more fast steps backwards... my body temporarily caving to the force of your glove as my bottom rib instantly became sore... luckily for me I was able to keep my guard high... not totally falling to the pain I felt in my midsection as your left hook flew up... but was caught by my right forearm... it still stung, but it was far better than taking that shot straight up. My breathing became even heavier now, my problems mounting as the fight wore on... but I was determined to hold strong... I've faced worse rounds before. I brought my gloves down slightly, out of my guarded position as I now looked to strike back... I sent out two consecutive right jabs for your nose... not expecting much to come of them as I tried to create a little more separation between us... then I swung for your ribcage with a left hook... wanting to cripple your body the same way you had mine. If one of my attempts landed well enough to clearly cause you damage, I would step forwards, and try to pressure you back towards the center of the ring! R1 1:10

 <Valenzuela> The opportunity is there, and I take it. I drive forward, my right fist powering upward in a sharp uppercut aimed at your lower ribs. CRACK! My glove sinks in, the satisfying thud echoing through the ring as your body caves slightly under the force. The groan that escapes your lips is enough to let me know I hit the mark, but you’re still moving, trying to ignore the pain and keep fighting, the nature of a good boxer. You’ve kept your head well-guarded, so I pivot off my back foot, twisting my hips to launch a quick left hook. You’re ready this time—your right guard intercepts it—but I feel the sting of contact against the block. Not what I wanted, but it keeps you on the defensive, your breathing heavier and your steps more cautious. I keep pressing forward, refusing to let up. My ribs ache from the earlier exchange, but my adrenaline drowns out the pain as I close the gap. Just as you drop your guard slightly, your gloves lowering for a counter, I see your first right jab coming. I snap my head back and to the side, getting my cheek grazed. The second one clips the tops of my gloves, changing the trajectory so your glove hits my forehead, snapping my head back. I growl in frustration, ignoring the sting as I step into your range. Your left hook for my ribs is telegraphed enough for me to angle my hips and absorb it partially with my obliques—it still hurts though! I bounce back a few steps, needing a pause to rest my guard, clear my head, and take a quick glance around to see how close I’ve come to the ropes. R1 1:00

<Fighting_with_Caroline> I'm a little surprised that either of my jabs made landfall... those were mostly just there to stop your guard from cheatin down... but I would take the extra little knock to your noggin as well! Of course, I managed to pound my glove into your body as well, but you twist your hips and avoid a direct hit to your more vulnerable ribs... the combined attacks were enough to see you back up and try to find some time for a break though... probably not a bad idea. I was pretty tired too... defending your attacks was a full time job... and i was trying to strike back as well. I had a decision to make. I could either press my luck, and give you chase... or let you recover, recover myself, and slow down a round that I felt I had done enough to take a lead in. For now, I would fight smart... giving you some chase but not too much as I stepped forwards a few times... my left glove tight to my chin and my right glove out in front to see how you would react to me... curious if you'd back up even more upon my approach or if you were ready to try to carve out some more of the ring for yourself now. My face was still bright red and coated in sweat... but the speed that my chest was heaving with slowed down as we both slowed down a bit late in the first round... R1 0:50

<Valenzuela> Backing up, I feel the ropes creeping closer behind me, and a flicker of doubt tries to worm its way into my mind. This is where you want me—cornered, hunted. I can feel your eyes on me, watching my every move, gauging my breathing, my footwork. You step forward cautiously, your guard tight, your right glove extended like a probe, testing my reactions. I can see the calculation in your movements—you’re trying to herd me, force me to make a mistake. The way you’re controlling the space, it’s unnerving. If I’m going to escape this, I have to ignore the dull ache in my ribs, and I need to outsmart you. No wild swings, no gambles, this has to be perfect. I take a step to my left, subtly pivoting as if I’m trying to circle out and regain some space. My gloves stay high, baiting you to take a step closer. I drop low, my knees bending as I feint a defensive retreat, only to spring forward with my right foot, driving a vicious left uppercut aimed towards your liver region, trying to slip under your elbow. But I’m not done. Using the same motion, I rotate my hips and fire a quick right cross aimed at your left eye, hoping you might have dropped your guard to defend against the uppercut. I then press forward, trying to push you into a retreat. And turn the tables on you in the last part of round . R1 0:40

<Fighting_with_Caroline> I knew you were craftier than you were showing right now... being backed down, in the first round... allowing me to corner you... something wasn't adding up. I'm not always the most self confident person in the world... certainly not foolhardy enough to believe that I might be able to wrap you up in one round, so I traversed forwards with caution... and you backed up in kind. But our mirrored movements couldn't last forever... the ropes beckoned, and like a wounded animal, you lashed out! I was expecting something... but i wasn't expecting you to practically leap forwards! I was halted, cold in my tracks as you lashed out a fast left, aimed at my liver, wisely targeting the side I wasn't guarding with... I couldn't move to block in time, but I was able to twist my hips and incur your wrath along my ribcage instead! Though those shots were adding up at this point... the pain becoming difficult to deal with. "Anghh!" I groaned out, some sweat flying from my torso as you added a new red print to it. Luckily, your cross was heading for my still stagnant guard... and I managed to move my gloves just in time to take a hard shot off my leather... creating a dull pain in my left wrist, but ultimately, not much damage. The crowd were excited though... and you did earn time and some positioning... I didn't go into a full on retreat or anything, but I did back up a step or two. I took a few quick breaths, and then got back into things, pressing forwards again as I tried to show that I wasn't gonna back down from you... feinting a right hook for your head as I stepped forwards on my left, hoping to make you think I was far more aggressive than I was... instead, I tried to plant a nice left straight into your navel... then finally release that right hook, but aimed up at your temple, hoping I might be able to sneak it over your guard... R1 0:30

<Valenzuela> I feel gleeful as my uppercut smacks into your body but then realise I hit your ribs instead of that wicked target, the liver. My right cross, though, that gets blocked, but sends you stepping away, and if I can maintain contact, maybe I can force you to the ropes or corner, and give you a really proper boxing beatdown. I see your strategy unfolding though, even as I feel the heat of the crowd’s excitement wash over me. That right hook feint, it’s aggressive, bold, and exactly what I expected. You’re coming for my head, but I’ve watched you enough to know there’s always something layered behind your movements. My eyes flick down as you step forward on your left, just in time to catch the slightest twitch of your shoulders. You’re aiming for my body, aren’t you? A left straight, sharp and fast, trying to dig into my navel. I tighten my core, instinctively drawing my elbows closer, and downward to intercept. The angle isn’t perfect for you now, and as you launch that punch, it glances off the edge of my elbow. Almost immediately following that straight is the right hook, but that straight lowered my guard and you wisely aim high for my temple. I see your glove flash out, and start to raise my guard, but it’s a fraction too late. It’s like a lightning bolt crashing into my skull, a sharp, jarring pain that explodes behind my eyes and rattles my senses. For a split second, my world tilts, and the lights above the ring blur into streaks. My legs betray me, knees buckling, and I land backwards, right on my cute ass! The crowd roar as they witness a knockdown, everyone wondering whether I will rise or stay down for the 10 count with 20 seconds remaining. R1 0:20

<Fighting_with_Caroline> I honestly expected my left glove to bury itself into your navel far more than I expected my right hook to succeed... but I had taken the ultimate prize... a nice, round 1 knockdown! It's always fun to watch that second of someone going down... a moment that truly lasts forever. You stumble, your head looks around in all the wrong ways... and then those shaky legs give out! The signals from your now scrambled brain, which has been pounded on repeatedly not enough to withstand my will, which has now well and truly been enforced upon you. I couldn't help but celebrate lightly in the moment, raising my right glove, the one that landed that brutal blow up into the air for the cheering crowd to admire. They might know you better, but right now they're all in on the rookie... and why wouldn't they be!? It doesn't take much longer than that second for the referee to step between us, not that I was gonna hit you while you were down anyways. "DOWN!" He yells, motioning me to a neutral corner so that he could start your count... and just generally check in on your condition so close to the end of the first round! I wiped some sweat from my forehead with my right glove as I watched on in anticipation...

<Valenzuela> My head is in a fog, barely able to think, it’s like my opponent just switched off my brain, I can see her standing there as I look up with blurred vision, seeing her glove raised up. The I can hear the radio ring announcer commenting loudly…….

21:28 <Fighting_with_Caroline> I'm honestly not sure what to think when you go down... I had an inkling you'd be standing back up... but that was a fairly brutal knockdown... and the reffing can be a little bit shaky in low stakes fights like these... although safety didn't necessarily seem to be the first issue on anyones minds. By the five count though, it was clear that you were gonna beat the count, whether you were actually able to fight or not might be a different question, but you're a tough, experienced fighter... you could stand back up in your sleep. I just started to slam my gloves together, hoping to catch your shaky eyes from behind the ref as I got pumped back up, on my toes again as you were quickly checked and cleared. In many instances I may have taunted my opponent here... but I had respect for you, so I would hold it, my face serious as ever as I tried to remain imposing and serious, something I feel I have done a good job of thus far. I come back towards the center of the ring and examine you myself... unfortunately for me, you're certain to survive the few seconds we have left... but that's not gonna stop a girl from tryin! "Box!" The ref yells, waving us on and getting out of the picture as I practically lunge forwards on my right foot... my left pounding forwards for a fast action straight to your solar plexus... I went a little all out here mostly hoping that you would play conservatively, and watch your head... giving me a chance to knock the wind out of you one last time before we were sent back to our corners... R1 0:00

21:59 <Valenzuela> I get a quick look over by the ref, and nod that I want to fight on, although I don’t yet feel steady on my feet, I get my gloves up in peak a boo mode to cover my face, just as the referee sharply yells “BOX!”. My blurred vison sharpens just enough to see Caroline charging forward like a predator sensing weakness after hearing the “BOX!” I raise my guard higher, not wanting to take another hit in the head, but Caroline exploded off her right foot, left fist shooting like a missile aimed squarely at my solar plexus, her gloved fist going between my forearms. The punch hits like a sledgehammer, sinking into me so deep it feels like you punched straight into my soul. DING! The very second after the punch hits, the bell rings, sparing me what might have been an even more brutal beatdown, but even so, a shockwave of pain exploded outward from the center of my torso, radiating through my chest and locking my diaphragm in an iron grip. I gasped, or at least I tried to—no air comes, dropping me to my knees, and using my right glove to support myself and keep from collapsing onto the mat. I stay down for several seconds, before getting enough breath back to get up, and move to my corner for another small rest before round 2, and no way will I throw in the towel.

16:01 Fighting_with_Caroline: My trainer immediately shook my shoulders in her hands as I landed on my stool... I had dominantly outclassed my opponent in that first round, and those results were showing. "You've got that bitch on her knees! Go out there, target her head, and don't stop till she stops moving, understood?" I nodded my head, feeling incredibly confident as I looked up and past her... another trainer icing my jaw as I tried to intimidate you further, composing my breathing as I wiped a small trail of sweat away with my left glove. I took a few fluids, but not too many as I stood up from my stool early. I wanted you to see what you were dealing with, I wanted to show you that the pain you felt now was only gonna get worse as I started to shadowbox again, getting on my toes, and trying to lock eyes with you the whole time, my head was a little heavy, my body lightly bruised but it paled in comparison to the devastation I had committed on you... and I was coming back for more. much more. When the 10 second warning went, I was already ready to go, now just waiting on you to rise again... so I could put you right back down again! I eyed you up and down... studying you like prey as I raised my gloves into a guard again... my mission for now not to get too cocky... but remain abundantly confident.

17:06 Valenzuela: I slump onto my stool, my whole body aching like it’s been put through a meat grinder. My ribs throb from those punishing body shots, and my jaw still feels like it’s vibrating from that brutal right hook that sent me to the canvas. Damn it. A knockdown in the first round. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I take deep breaths, forcing air into my lungs despite the lingering pain in my solar plexus. That last shot nearly shut me down completely. I barely had time to react before Caroline plowed that fist through my guard, driving the air straight out of me like a gut punch from hell. Only saved by the bell. I glance across the ring. Caroline’s already on her feet, staring me down, her eyes burning with confidence. I roll my shoulders, spitting a bit of blood into the bucket my corner holds out. My trainer is saying something, I barely hear it. If she thinks she’s just gonna roll over me, she’s got another thing coming. She had a great round, but I survived it. The ten-second warning sounds. I push myself up, my legs still shaky but steady enough. DING! DING! DING….I move out of my corner, now in a peak-a-boo stance….gloves raised to the top of my forehead…elbows now around my tits, crouched somewhat, and peering through the space between my forearms as I move towards the ring centre. R2 3:00yt

17:22 Fighting_with_Caroline: We're on again! I'm excited, to say the least... going a whole minute without punishing you was far too long... and you looked primed for some defense! I knew not to get too aggressive though, you were hurt, but you were experienced, and if I just rushed in, guns blazing for a glorious knockout, I'd be taking too great a risk. I did approach you quickly, though. Being cautious and standing off are two very different things, and I wasn't gonna let you recover any more of that sapped energy. you're mine. I took an early advantage in the ring, stopping in the dead center of the ring before you could reach it, giving me some control over the following action as I looked for a way to break you down... your body was on display, but you already knew that... this was a chess match, and I had to play the pieces just right... if I did, I'd hold my advantage from the first round. I tried to remain at a slightly farther range from you, hoping to keep you just within my reach, but force you to step up to come into your own range, hoping that my dominant first round would give me more control over your actions. After a few seconds, I lowered my guard a bit, and then prepared for my first assault. I had prepared a big one for you... bringing my left glove down, angling it as if I were going for a low uppercut... the goal was to make that guard of yours drop a bit... my actual plan, which I hoped to disguise from you, was to throw a heavy, fast, and violent overhand right for your forehead! Hoping to stagger you! If my shot connected, I would then follow it up but throwing that left uppercut, but aiming for the point of your chin! If you were wise to it, and my overhand failed, I'd throw that left uppercut as initially pathed, hoping to gain a consolation prize by striking you hard in the navel! R2 2:50

17:35 Valenzuela: I’m watching you closely as you claim the ring centre as I prize, NOT gonna fight you over a couple of square feet of space! I see you drop that left, and given the hammering you gave my solar plexus in round 1, I instinctively lower my guard so I can protect my core……now peering over the tops of my gloves, but that uppercut never happens, instead a fast and sharp overhand right flies up. I raise my guard fast, taking the hit on my gloves, the impact pushing my gloves into my face!! After nicely blocking the overhand, though the left uppercut pounds into my fucking navel, ugggg…..tightening my abs to absorb the impact of that power punch. I respond by NOT retreating, but stepping in closer to get in my range, and sending a left and right straight at the centre of your face, hoping to make you close your gloves tight in the centre, as I step right and launch a wicked right hook towards your side of the head, hoping to curve around your guard. R2 2:40

17:35 Valenzuela:

18:39 Fighting_with_Caroline: I had once again failed to get the connection I was hoping for... but it was o- "Unghh!" I groaned out, quickly struck by your aggressive left straight! It crashed into my nose, immediately causing me to sniffle a bit as I felt a dull pain spread across my face! I was a second too slow to get my guard up, and I was punished! Luckily, I took your following right straight off of my gloves, which pressed into my face, but didn't hurt even half as much as your sucker punch! I was forced a step back, hoping to extend the range once more... but that was proving difficult! you weren't hesitating at all, pushing forwards even more and wrapping your glove up and around... and mostly successfully clashing with my temple! "Anghhh!" I groaned out much louder this time... sweat flying from my knocked head. I staggered back a few steps as you took control! My head was spinning a bit, but it wasn't too bad... I was still conscious, and knew what I had to do... but you were clearly more cognizant than I had recognized, forcing yourself back into this argument as the crowd roared! I had hoped your aggression would continue... because I had a plan. I appeared more injured than I was, my guard at 6s and 7s as I intentionally spun my head a bit... but if you took the bait, which I sincerely hoped you did, I had a 1-2 planned... first, I would fire off a straight right for your solar plexus again, knowing the pain that caused you the first time... I'd then follow up with a heavy left hook for your temple! Of course, it was risky... but I had hoped that my studying would pay off... you were aggressive, I just had to hope I'd hit you enough to make you slightly oblivious as well... R2 2:30

18:55 Valenzuela: I get a nice surprise when my left straight SMACKS you right in the nose! Wasn’t expecting that to get through, but it’s always welcome, as my right power punch gets blocked. My right hook crashes into your temple, and you seem to go all woooooosy….could it be that simple? You seem to exaggerate your stagger so I play it cautious, you might be trying to bait me in, trying to make me greedy, and I’ll admit, it’s tempting to come after you, but you’ve taught me to respect your gloved fists. The crowd’s on their feet, roaring at the exchange, feeding into the high of the fight. I shift left, keeping my gloves high, watching you like a hawk. I take a short step forward, and then you commit, sending that straight right towards my core again. I tighten my abs, brace for the impact, and twist my body so that the punch glances across my core rather than hitting it clean. The left hook comes in fast and I twist my face to my left, rolling with the punch to try to mediate its power…..your gloved fist connects and slides across my face, a painful experience to be sure, but I’m still standing, and ready to counter punch with a quick right uppercut trying to go under your left arm, trying to pound my gloved fist into the base of your left jaw, and then follow this with a wild haymaker of a left hook at the right side of your head. R2 2:20

20:05 Fighting_with_Caroline: I'm impressed... seriously. I thought you were gonna come out here and try your hardest, but fall pretty quickly... engulfed by the pain I had caused you in the first round... but your boxing skills were still on display! I got some hits in on you, but you were always sure to contort your body just enough to prevent a killer blow... fighting just on the edge of finality, but never letting yourself slip in! I'm growing frustrated in this fight... but I can't let that frustration overpower my determination, or my senses... though, my senses are gonna take another hit here. I was not at all able block your left uppercut from coming in... but I was able to shift my head to the left... avoiding any direct contact with the chin... but I still ate your glove, hard, along my jaw. "Angghh!" I groaned out, a dull sound echoing out as my teeth forcibly bit down on my mouthguard... a little bit of blood starting to flow in my mouth now as you earned yet another big hit to my head! I was in a bit more peril now, but I was moving too quickly to notice... reckless? maybe, but we were in a shootout now, and I wasn't gonna submit to you. My gloves remained fairly low... there was just enough time between your uppercut and your following left hook for me to duck down... hearing the woosh go over my head as your haymaker missed it's mark. I found myself in a ducked position, right in front of you... and your solar plexus... I didn't wait for an invitation, I tried to massacre the center of your body... trying to harshly slam a right straight into it, and hopefully watch your body shatter! I also sent a quick rising left uppercut, aimed again for your chin... I wanted to brutalize you right here right now... before my head got too much heavier... R2 2:10

20:19 Valenzuela: I feel the impact of my right uppercut as it crashes against your jaw, that felt pretty solid, but realize you twisted your face some to avoid some of the impact and avoid your chin. I hear your groan, see the momentary stiffness in your stance, and for a split second, I think I might have finally FUCKED YOU UP!. I even can feel a warm spray of saliva hit my face as it flies from your mouth! But as I rear back to send that wild left hook, you duck. FUCK IT! The force of my swing makes me twist around as my left arm over extends, and I hear nothing but air as my haymaker sails over your head. Before I can reset, I feel it, your right straight slams into my solar plexus, a real fucking power punch. My mid section already tender from the power punch you hit me with in round 1, that activated a small bundle of nerves in my centre core. “UUUHHHHHHGHHH!!” Pain erupts through my core, my abs tightening instinctively, but it’s not enough to stop the shockwave from rolling through me. My breath vanishes again, my ribs feel like they’re caving in, and for a split second, my legs nearly give out. My left glove instinctively drops to my midsection as my body folds slightly forward............just in time for your left uppercut to blast into my chin. CRACK! My head snaps back violently, spit and sweat spraying into the air as my entire vision turns into a blur of lights and motion. My mouthguard presses hard against my teeth, and for a terrifying moment, I feel like I might be falling. My knees buckle, and I stumble a few steps back, legs unsteady, my guard in absolute disarray. My back hits the top rope, and it keeps me from falling over. My brain scrambles to reset, to stay on my feet, to keep fighting. I blink hard, shaking off the fog as best I can. My lungs burn as I gasp in a desperate breath, my chest heaving, tits raising up and down with each labored breath, my ribs aching. Sweat drips down my face as I desperately look

20:26 Valenzuela: about trying to figure out what to do as I raise my gloved fists to chest height. R2 2:00.

20:40 Fighting_with_Caroline: What did I say about shootouts? I wasn't gonna back down and let you have it. Was I tired? Somewhat. Was I hurt? Honestly, yes. But the goal is to defeat you, not avoid some punishment of my own... and the results I managed to attain were exactly why I stuck with it. Your roar of pain was better than the greatest composition ever recorded. My frustration turned to glee, and it was only just gettin started... your head was next... and it felt the full force of my fist! Your saliva fell down on my face practically from the sky, I had launched it so effectively... and it was so sweet. Your head looked lost... I thought you were gonna go down again as you backed away... you looked confused more than anything, no doubt a result of me rearranging your braincells... but your resilience saves you again, for now. You make it to the ropes, which give you life... but also gives me a chance to really show off. I'm trying not to get ahead of myself, cause even in this state you're a professional boxer, with plenty of wins under her belt... but i can't resist wailing on you. I gave you chase all the way back to the ropes, crossing the ring in hot pursuit of my potential victim... but once your back hit the ropes, it was time to get to work. My first order of business was to strike two consecutive, hard hooks into your ribcage... I tried to aim as low as possible... hoping to either drag your guard down or just put more and more pain on your body... cause I followed that by raising my arms, exerting a ton of energy as I fired off two more consecutive, hard hooks at your temple on either side of your head! I was throwing caution to the wind, but just gettin started... let's see how tough you really are! R2 1:50

20:46 Valenzuela: Only 1 minute into the second round and my reflexes are down, outboxed by this gringa! My brain is swimming in a deep fog after that uppercut to the chin, truth is, I’m lucky to be still standing! The ref does not intervene as I can raise my gloves to chest height. My breathing is laboured, each breath raspy following the straight to my solar plexus….And now the bitch is coming…..My nearly concussed brain tells me to just knock this fucking puta the fuck out…..I bitte down on my mouth guard to ready myself……but she is on me fast…..two hooks SLAM into each of my ribs before I can blink an eye….ugggggg…..oh fuck…..you hit my lower floating ribs on each side…..it feels like you might have cracked them as you pound those hooks into me like fucking sledge hammers….I’m forced to lower my guard…..so that there is nothing to stop those left and right hooks from slamming into my temple…..really fucking up my brain….my brain bounces around inside my skull…..and suddenly all goes blank…..my knees buckle….and the knees pound into the canvass then I fall forward face first….knocked the fuck out……as the crowd erupts in the first half of round 2.

20:47 Valenzuela:

20:48 Valenzuela: R2 1:40

21:00 Fighting_with_Caroline: It wasn't at all a shock when I saw your reaction to my blows... you were already woozy and weak... but even still, the ability to just pound away at an opponent always feels good! You crumpled under my pressure... first, it was your ribs... clearly, they had caused you tons of pain... so much that I saw your eyes almost submit to me... you knew what leaving your head open meant... but you were in so much pain you did it anyways. THAT is dominance... so it was no surprise that when I bashed my fists into your head, you weakly responded... and by responded, I mean fell. I played with your head like a bouncy ball... it was totally open, and totally at my mercy... I watched your eyes as they rolled back. Night night. I thought to myself, watching as you slowly lost height, your body crumpling first to your knees, then flat out onto the canvas... the thud of your limp body only narrowly beaten out by the sound of the crowd... small though it was, they were amped! Applause and cheers echoed from all over, but my eyes remained on you... loving the moment I saw the back of your head fall right between my boots. "DOWN!" The ref yelled... and honestly, I was pretty sure this was it this time. I pumped my arms up into the air, and went to a neutral corner... convinced, just as the crowd was, that I had done enough to defeat you... R1 1:30

21:04 Valenzuela: My eyelids feel like they weigh a hundred pounds each. My head is swimming in a fog so thick it feels like I’m drowning in it. The sounds around me are muffled, distant, like I’m trapped underwater, trying to listen to voices from the surface. Everything is slow—my body, my thoughts, my breathing. Then, pain. It creeps in, dull at first, then sharper, burning its way from my ribs to my brain. A deep, aching throb pulses in my midsection, each breath feeling like a knife twisting between my ribs. Maybe they are fucking cracked……My jaw feels stiff, sore, like someone took a baseball bat to it. My entire skull feels too small for my brain, the pressure behind my eyes pounding with every slow heartbeat. Where the fuck am I? My senses start coming back, little by little. The cool sting of sweat on my skin. The harsh smell of canvas and leather, of blood, saliva and sweat and yes tears too. The distant roar of the crowd, a chaotic blend of cheers and jeers. And then, through the static in my brain, I realize—I'm on my back. SHIT!!!!!!!!. I try to move, but my limbs feel like they don’t belong to me. My fingers twitch inside my gloves, my gloves brushing against the rough surface. My chest rises and falls in shallow, uneven breaths, my lungs still struggling to suck in enough air. Every second feels like an eternity as I fight to drag myself back to reality. The lights above me blur, swirling into strange, shifting shapes, and then—voices. “…seven… eight…” The referee. The count. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. I then hear nine…..ten………. "YOUR OUT!" shouts the ref.....R2 1:20.....

21:08 Valenzuela:

21:46 Fighting_with_Caroline: I'm honestly a little offended that the ref doesn't immediately call you out... then again, at this sort of thing the refs may not be... experienced. Or care. Who knows which. My work spoke for itself though... and no length of count was gonna be enough for you to get up. I watched over as the count increased... the crowd now chanting along with the ref... I watched your eyes open... but you couldn't move a muscle... other than the muscles that were twitching against your will... another fun side effect of my brutal K.O.! *DING DING* That bell ringing out was always the best feeling... it signaled the start of combat, and the end... in this case, the glorious end. "CA-RO-LINE" The crowd chanted repeatedly, and I raised my gloves over my head in celebration. I didn't want to rub it in, I had a lot of respect for you... but tonight, there was no question. I came to your ring as a rookie, and conquered both it and you, dominating you so badly that the fight was over a round and a half in... but you showed a lot of heart, you got up once to keep going, and went to the bitter end, never asking for mercy. Your defeat was very honorable, so I'd pay that respect back to my fallen foe, not taunting you as I made my way around the ring to cheer all of the fans, who I had converted to my side tonight. I then stood in the center of the ring, watching on as your team and a doctor got you back to your feet... you were worse for wear, but up, and the crowd applauded you as well. We both stood next to the ref, as the ring announcer came on.

 "Ladies and Gentlemen... please give your attention to the referee, for the official decision!" The crowd cheered, and he continued. "You winner... by knockout in the second round... CAROLINEEEEEE!" A big smile lit up my face as I felt my glove raised high into the air, to further applause as the ref turned us around to display the winner and loser to all... then, after he let us go, I moved towards you for an embrace, wanting you to know that I respected you greatly, even if I was the victor by a clear distance tonight...