Female Boxing Federation

10:31 Linda216: Sitting in the changing room with my sponsor Clara with me. I've been fighting on the underground circuit around Europe for over a decade. Fought in boxing bouts and then bare knuckle brawls. Not always winning but people have seen my reputation as a bitch with no a hint of mercy in her.

10:34 Linda216: My heart is racing as I take my white top off. Sitting in just black jeans at the moment. Toes and nails painted my favourite crimson red as I look ahead with an intense stare. Getting into the zone as my nipples are hardening. Clara gets me my white trunks. This will be a war I know, I've heard about your exploits in North America. You've been brought over here to fight me by the same business man who has set this up with a winner take all pot. I need this money to pay for my family's mortgage. I am not here for friendship but to simply take down this bitch who'll stand across the circular ring from me.

10:34 Linda216:

10:43 Valenzuela: At 5’3” and 120 lbs, I’m stepping into the ring against a woman who’s got the size and reach advantage—Linda, 5’7” and 141 lbs, a seasoned fighter from the U.K. But size don’t mean everything. I’ve got speed, heart, and a damn good reason to be here.........the prize money. And I plan on taking the lion’s share of it home tonight. My fists are wrapped tight in white gauze, ready to do damage. I throw on a red robe , letting it drape over my bare knuckle trunks black with a bold yellow stripe, cut short for speed and movement. My boxing shoes lace up snug, grounding me for the fight ahead. Bare-chested, muscles taut, I bite down on my mouthguard, feeling the familiar pressure settle in. No turning back now. I move out of my changing room, and as I step into the circular ring, the heat of the underground crowd presses in. No bright lights, no official rules—just blood, sweat, and the violent sport these rich mother fuckers paid to see. I’m here for the payout, and to get it, I’ll have to go through Linda. Fine by me.

10:47 Linda216: Getting a knock at the door now. I stand up wearing my white boxing boots to match my trunks, black gumshield with "bitch" in gold letters written on, fists now wrapped in white gauze. What's about to happen I know is basically human cock fighting to these rich people. They want blood, they want one of us on a stretcher taken out the ring badly hurt for their enjoyment. For me this is simply the money and that primal urge to dominate as I step out the door with Clara in her black jeans and t-shirt that match her heels following behind me. I get a mixed response as a good chunk as bet on you to win. While my supporters tell me to kill you. Obviously having had a few drinks.

10:49 Linda216: I step into the ring seeing you for the first ever time. I look you over as the robe comes off slowly. Seeing the eyes of a real primal fighter that match my own. I can see now why we've been pitted together. We are like two pitbulls put into a cage as I bounce on my toes. Clenching and unclenching my fists as butterflies come into my stomach. Only one of us can walk out the alpha here. I aim to lay you out cold for these motherfuckers

10:53 Valenzuela: Stepping into the ring, I finally lay eyes on Linda. Bare-knuckle fighter. A damn powerhouse with the kind of frame built for wrecking smaller fighters like me, long arms, thick shoulders, and that solid, seasoned stance that only comes from years of taking and giving punishment. Her hands, already wrapped in gauze, look like fucking lethal weapons. She ain't some fresh-faced brawler looking for a payday. You move, calm, composed, like someone who’s broken plenty of fighters before and expects to do the same tonight. As I roll my shoulders, my bare tits wiggle, my nipples getting taut, and then I shake out my arms to loosen up some.

10:57 Linda216: The referee who is there I assume just to make sure one of us isn't killed. Along with the rich businessman in his fancy suit, Rolex on show as of course he flashes his wealth. Same as the gorgeous women at ringside wearing dresses and jewellery. We are waved to the middle of the ring for final instructions and to ask if we agree to settle whose the superior fighter once and for all. No rounds, just one of us knocked out. I look you over as they speak. Seeing the taut muscles you own. A few feints scars on your face the same as I own. I see the scowl on your face as I stare angrily at you. Nearly growling as I feel that primal urge to beat your arse. I don't know you but I feel an intense anger that you are thinking you can stand up to me. That you'll take the prize I need as I have my fists tightly clenched. We are asked if we wanna touch fists. Normally I am respectful but seeing the look you are giving me.. I spit on your tits as I look down at you to show I don't respect you

11:04 Valenzuela: The second that glob of spit lands on my chest, everything inside me snaps. I don’t flinch. I don’t wipe it off. I don’t even blink. I already knew you were a problem. Your size, your power, the way you carry yourself like a goddamn fucking executioner. You just made it personal. My scowl tightens, my jaw clenching, my fists flex, then ball up tight. The crowd roars, eating up the tension, feeding off the storm brewing between us. I tilt my head, eyes locked on yours, and smirk. “You’re gonna regret that, puta.” My voice is low, raspy, but filled with tension. I don’t bother with the bullshit formalities of a fist touch, instead I step right up into your space, standing my ground despite the size difference, pressing my spit drenched tits into yours, my fists clenched at my sides.

11:08 Linda216: I step into you too. The crowd roaring on around us but my senses only focus on you. I hear your growl under your breath matching mine. I see your muscles flexed and see the raw strength throughout you. The fact you are smaller doesn't worry you one bit. Both of us trying to drive the other back as I feel your nipples are hard like mine. I'll admit I feel my pussy slowly getting wet under my trunks. This has quickly become a fight between bitter enemies. The referee gives us a moment before they nudge us apart and tell us back to our corners. I move back slowly, keeping my eyes on you with my fists up. I mouth "I'll kill you bitch" as my blood is boiling. Up on my toes as I bounce on them, fists tightly clenched in my orthodox stance as I await the bell to ring as the businessman rushes out the ring as he smiles knowing he is going to get his money's worth yt.

13:11 Valenzuela: I know exactly what you're trying to do. You want to piss me off, make me reckless, drag me into fighting on your terms. And even though my brain screams at me to stay cool bitch, my Hispanic temper is already flaring like a fucking rocket. I want to humiliate you, break you, and leave you sprawled out cold, shit!, maybe I’ll do those in reverse order. Whatever. The ref sends me back to my corner, but I barely hear him over the rage pounding in my skull. The warm trail of spit sliding down between my tits fuels the fire makes me loca, my hands flexing and tightening into fists, as I wait for some shit head to ring the bell. I start bouncing on my feet, shadowboxing the air, letting the heat of movement warm my body. I snap into my stance, orthodox, left foot forward, left fist leading, elbows tight, but every muscle in me is ready to explode the second they let me off the leash. I want a piece of this bitch. And I want it NOW.

08:19 Linda216: At the bell I move out to engage you. Up on my toes eyes full of fury as we circle but it isn't long till we move in closer. Heart feels like it'll escape my chest as I am so excited, so many emotions running through me as the light is illuminating us. The crowd is hidden in shadow mainly. Sipping champagne and whiskey in stark contrast to us looking like two wild beasts. I throw out a jab aimed at your forehead. Wanting to get my range before I fire a straight aiming for your nose I hope.

08:20 Linda216:

08:25 Valenzuela: The moments after the bell are always the most risky, because the opponent is alert and has active reflexes. Caution suggests circling them for a while, but no bitch spits on my chest, so after a few moments, I get closer, wanting to get in range. Your left flicks out, and I bounce back a step, then the right pops out at my nose, so I slip to my left, letting your fist hit air. I jump back left and right, trying to confuse with motion, then I go straight towards you, switching into a southpaw stance, so I can try a double right jab at your mouth, my tits bouncing as I jab out.

08:27 Linda216: Feeling each other out. I see your quickness. Feel your jab on my lips, stinging them as I hiss out trying not to show that they hurt. Throwing back a short left hook aimed at your cheek as I try to step closer. Eyes full of fury as the adrenaline courses through my body

08:32 Valenzuela: My jab lands, a quick snap against your lips, and I catch the hiss you try to suppress. A small win. I see your left shoulder twitch, and that hook’s coming fast. I try to sway back, but you’re stepping in, cutting the space, and I feel the punch graze across my cheekbone. Not a full connection, but enough to jolt my head to the side. I ride the motion, using it to pivot away before you can press closer. My feet shuffle quick, but I stay in the zone, I plant my feet and shoot a sharp right uppercut toward your ribs, my left hand chambered high, ready in case you counter. It’s not a wild swing, just a tight, crisp shot meant to dig into your side while you're still shifting forward.

09:57 Linda216: As I turn to meet you. The uppercut grazes my side, not a full connection, a real warning though. I try to jab towards your forehead as I take a quick step back to create space. Trying to use my height and reach as I feel a few beads of sweat on my brow. Crowd roaring and whistling around us

10:01 Valenzuela: My uppercut only scrapes along your side, not the deep, punishing shot I wanted, but enough to let you know I’m here to rip into you if you give me the chance. Before I can press in, you’re already adjusting, real smart, using your reach, snapping a jab toward my forehead as you step back. I tilt my head just enough, the tip of your knuckles brushing my skin but not snapping my head back. Your movement gives you space, but it also tells me you’re trying to keep me at the end of your punches. I dip low and surge forward to get into range, my right foot pushing off the canvas as I fire a feinting left hook toward your ribs, hoping to get you to drop your guard a little. But the real attack comes right after, my right hand, snapping straight at your mouth, a fast, sharp shot aimed at your lips, trying to take away at your confidence.

10:03 Linda216: My guard goes down as you are cute with your movements. I take your right across my lips. Tasting blood as my blood lip is sliced open. Tasting iron it spurs me on after my yelp. Using my left hand to push you to your right shoulder. I try to bury my right fist into your belly button. Then swing a left hook over the top as the blood has me fired up

10:08 Valenzuela: My knuckles smash into your lips, and I feel that satisfying split as a thin line of blood streaks your mouth. The sharp yelp that follows tells me it stung, but instead of backing off, you come right back at me, that iron taste only fueling your fire. Your left hand shoves at my right shoulder, forcing me off balance, and before I can reset, I feel your right fist plow into my navel. “Ughh…fuck!!!!” A sharp grunt leaves my lips as your knuckles sink into my belly, knocking some air out of me, my core tightening against the sudden gut shot. My feet shift, but you’re already following up, that left hook coming over the top, aimed straight at my head. My instinct kicks in, and I jerk my upper body back, but I’m a split-second slow—the punch still clips the top of my cheekbone, snapping my head sideways with a hot flash of pain. As you commit to that last swing, I step in hard, aiming to crowd your space, and I whip my right hand up in a tight, brutal short hook aimed at your jaw, trying to fuck you up bad.

10:12 Linda216: I love seeing you back up. That thrill of seeing an opponent get hurt. The sound of the cheers and hearing a supporter chant "fuck her up Linda!" But my success is stopped by your right to my jaw. A few beads of sweat fly off my brow as I cry out "fuck..." As my head snaps back. Taking two steps back. Trying to reset myself as I suspect you'll come at me

10:16 Valenzuela: My fist slams into your jaw, the satisfying smack of knuckles against bone ringing through the air. I see the jolt in your stance, the way your head snaps back, and that little stumble backward, yeah bitch, I got you good. The crowd erupts, some roaring for me, others for you, but all I hear is that sweet little “fuck…” that slips from your lips. I exhale hard, still feeling the dull throb in my gut from your last shot. You’re stepping back, trying to reset, and I know that’s my window. I lunge in, my left foot driving forward as I send a feinting jab toward your eye, testing if you’ll flinch or bite on the fake. The real attack follows as a power right straight, sent towards your solar plexus, hoping I knock the fucking wind out of you.

10:21 Linda216: As you come in I am trying to plant my feet. Throwing a left hook towards your head.. I feel the right land on my solar plexus. Making me gasp out as I say "ooofff..." While I feel my knuckles crash onto your ear. The crowd roar at that exchange. Knowing we are both hurting the other as hoped. I take in quick breaths to try to get my breathing back under control as my mind is racing between moments of worry and other times telling myself to hurt you right back. I can't let you win this as I snarl and try to fight you on the inside with a right aimed at your ribs

10:26 Valenzuela: My right hand drives deep into your solar plexus, and I hear that sharp "ooofff..." spill from your lips. That’s what I fucking wanted, take your breath, slow you down, make you second-guess every move. But just as that satisfaction creeps in, pain explodes in the side of my head. CRACK. Your left hook smashes into my ear, and suddenly, the world shifts. A high-pitched ringing drowns out the noise of the crowd, and my balance wobbles like the ground just tilted beneath me. Shit! My jaw clenches as I fight through the dizziness, but I know this is bad, an ear shot is a real motherfucker, messes with everything. And you ain't stopping. Even with your breath still shaky, you plant and rip a right toward my ribs. I can't pull back fast enough, so I brace, pain blooms across my ribs, and I grunt through gritted teeth. I lunge forward, trying to wrap my arms around your arms...

11:27 Valenzuela: Ringside Commentator: CRACK! Oh my god! A monstrous left hook from Linda blasts into Valenzuela’s ear! You can hear the shot over the roaring crowd, Val's head jerks violently, and she staggers, nearly losing her balance! That’s a dangerous shot, folks, throws off your equilibrium, messes with your hearing, and Val is clearly rocked! She wobbled, her stance shaking, Wait wait...now a savage right rips into Val’s ribs! Val is in real trouble here. She tries to lunge in, maybe to clinch, maybe to stop the storm…………..

16:27 Linda216: I feel your arms around me, holding me tight and I feel your power in those thighs as you press me back to the ropes. I take in more deep breaths as we slow down. Both of us hurting as we have proven that we have the power to disrupt each others plans. Now it's dirty boxing time as I get my right arm free. Landing a few rabbit punches around the back of your head. Knowing you won't take that lightly as I feel the ropes burning on my back as you move me along them. Referee moving in closer waiting a moment to see what happens as our grunts and barks fill the air around us. Blood from my busted lip dripping onto your right shoulder as my head is resting on it. Sweat starting to coat our magnificent bodies as the frantic pace is showing on us

16:57 Valenzuela: I get my arms around you for the clinch, my boobs pressing tightly into yours, some of your saliva now smearing back on you. You get a right arm free and start to hammer the back of my head, but we are two close for you to put much power in those rabbit punches and then are more annoying than disabling. I press you tightly into the ropes, and now the match is more standup grappling then boxing, with the ref watching closely. Your blood drips onto my shoulder, slick and warm, mixing with the sweat rolling between us, and I feel the rise and fall of your breath. My left arm stays hooked around your waist, while I use my free left hand top try to rip a short, mean uppercut into your gut, driving my knuckles into your belly, not full extension, just a tight, digging punch. Then I press my right onto your shoulder to break the clinch and try to push you into the ropes tighter, and the next second try to uncork a right hook at your jaw.

17:01 Linda216: I grit my teeth as you hit my stomach. Trying to tense up as much as I can as the knuckles land cruelly into my stomach. I hiss out before whispering "puta...." Then push at your face as you try to unload the right hook. Knocking you off balance as I move to your left. Trying to fire a left hook to your face when I plant my feet. Feeling the soreness in my body. The stinging sensation from my cut lip. I am loving this as my primal urges are on full show here.

17:09 Valenzuela: I bury a nasty uppercut into your gut, my knuckles digging deep, feeling the tense muscle give way under the pressure. But just as I try to whip my right hook up, your hand shoves into my face, palming me back, forcing my head to tilt awkwardly. Shit! The push knocks me slightly off balance, and my hook swings up wild, missing its mark as you pivot off to my left, slipping just out of reach. My right retracts fast, but before I can fully reset.......FUCKING BAM! Your left hook crashes into my jaw, snapping my head violently to the side. A spray of spit flies from my lips as a flash of pain erupts along my cheekbone, my vision blurring for a split second. I plant my feet, grit my teeth through the sting, and fire back. Driving my right fist low, I try to rip an uppercut straight toward your navel, aiming to bury it deep into your core. I want to feel my knuckles pound into your belly, force that breath from your lungs, make you pay for standing in with me.

17:14 Linda216: I feel empowered seeing your saliva flying. Digging my toes into the canvas as I fire in a follow up right square towards your nose. You fire a right uppercut at my body. Feeling my knuckles land on your nose. I feel the impact through my knuckles and your nose. While I gasp as you drive more air from my body. Bending as my eyes half shut, spit with some blood flies out my mouth as the crowd is going nuts. Some of these supposed refined gentleman and ladies bang on the ring apron seeing us destroying each other. Neither of us is walking away the same woman who entered. Still one of us is going to destroy the other

17:21 Valenzuela: Ufffffffff.....I'm thinking my uppercut is gonna pound the fuck out of you, but out of nowhere your right fist crashes into my nose, a dribble of blood running out onto my lips! My uppercut lands, a fraction after your punch to the nose, and maybe it mitigated some of the power of my upper. FUCK THIS PUTA!!! I'm getting mad, and take a step back to reset my guard, bouncing on my feet. I thin feint a jab for your nose, pulling the punch midway, and instead try to send a big right straight towards your solar plexus.....the crowd on their feet and animated at the action......

17:24 Linda216: I circle with you. You're on your toes more then I can muster. My chest rising quickly as my breathing is getting ragged. Sweat dripping off my nipples as I am coated head to toe. I try to step back as you go to my body. Knowing that's where you'll go but still feeling some of your knuckles hit my abs. Feeling my abs morph slightly around them to make me cry out "fuck...." But I fire a jab back at your nose. Then try to land a right towards your left eye as I step in..knowing I can't let you be the one bullying me around. I need to still be aggressive if I am to win this brutal contest...

17:30 Valenzuela: I see your body laboring, the deep rise and fall of your chest, the way your breath is coming in heavier, those sweat-slicked muscles glistening under the harsh lights. I know my last gut shot touched something in you, even if you tried to escape the worst of it. BAM! your fucking left fist cracks into my nose again, making me wince as a fresh dribble of blood comes out of both nostrils. Then here comes the right! You step in, trying to hammer me while I’m distracted, aiming for my left eye, but I wave under your right, and step in closer, trying to send a left/right/left combo of uppercuts at your lower floating ribs, wanting to back you up towards the ropes if I can…..BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

17:34 Linda216: I cry out like a wounded animal. Tears filling my eyes as my body feels like it's been in a car wreck with my ribs hurting now. You call me a bitch as you power me to the ropes, feeling the cables bend backwards as some of our sweat flies into the front row. I clinch desperately trying to get my arms around you to give myself time to recover..knowing if I can't then I am going to be at your mercy

17:41 Valenzuela: My attack is relentless, hammering you back toward the ropes, each punch sinking deep into your belly, forcing grunts and gasps from your lips. Your body jolts with every impact, your tits bouncing wildly as I keep the pressure on, refusing to let you breathe. I know what’s coming, you’re on the ropes, trapped like an animal, and I can already see it in your stance. You’re gonna try to clinch, try to slow me down, try to tie me up before I can do more damage. The second your arms start to open, your body briefly exposed, I don’t hesitate. My right fist rockets forward, toward your left eye, looking to snap your head back and blur your vision. My left follows, a sharp, vicious straight aimed at your chin, trying to rattle your skull and keep you from locking me up. I’m going headhunting now, bitch, and I’m not stopping until you drop!

17:42 Valenzuela:

17:45 Linda216: I feel the right on my eye, feeling blood splash onto my face as a cut is sliced open above it my eyebrow. My head is being rocked around as sweat and blood flies off.... I try to push at your face but I am simply being massacred now. All your anger, all that hate you have for me being unleashed. I soon slide down the ropes to my backside. Looking a mess as my left side of my face is coated in blood. Breathing hard as my left eye is swollen. Bottom lip fat from your hits. I have my chin on my tits as the world is spinning around me. It's been a good while since someone really laid into me like you have. The people who bet on me throwing their arms in the air pissed off at me

17:51 Valenzuela: I watch as you slide down the ropes, your body crumpling until you land on your ass, slumped against the corner. Your face is wrecked— swollen, bloodied, like you just took a head-on collision with a freight train. My own nose is dripping blood, but the sight of you sends a thrill through me, my chest heaving as I stand over you, both fists raised, still ready for action. The ref nudges at me, trying to push me back, but I barely register him. Instead, I look down at you, soaking in the damage I’ve done. A slow, cocky smirk creeps onto my lips. Then—ptoo! I spit toward your face, a final act of dominance, the crowd roaring as my saliva mixes with the blood dripping from your battered skin. The ref finally steps in, his voice booming over the chaos. "ONE… TWO… THREE…!"

17:54 Linda216: I look up with a my good eye focused on the referee as he counts. Your spit landing on my face pisses me off. Problem is my body is screaming "No Mas!" As I am gripping the ropes either side of myself "FOUR.... FIVE.... SIX!" My head tilts back as I groan out. Eyes shut as I hate myself so much right now. That sinking feeling as the pain starts to flood my mind. The adrenaline wearing off from me allowing me to feel every cut, every bruise, every part of me that is swollen.

18:01 Valenzuela: "SEVEN… EIGHT…!" I stand tall in the center of the ring, bouncing on my feet, my chest rising and falling with each bounce, my fists still clenched as I watch you struggle. Your fingers clutch at the ropes, your body screaming in defiance, but I see it in your eyes, that flicker of doubt, the creeping realization that you can’t take much more of this. My spit still glistens on your bloodied face, mixing with the sweat and bruises I carved into you. You hate ME. And I fucking love it. The crowd is on their feet, roaring, chanting my name, but my focus is locked on you. I take a slow step forward, my smirk widening, "Come on, bitch. Get up. I wanna fuck you up more!." I tilt my head, licking the blood from my lips, my body aching, bruised, face bruised and red, but I'm still standing. Every cut, every hit I took, doesn’t matter. Because I’m still standing. Ready to put you back down on your fucking ass if you even try. "C'mon bitch...get the fuck up!"

01:02 Linda216: Groaning I pull myself to my feet. Shaking my head as I am not going to give up. I know Clara is worried outside the ring. Mainly that her cut of the money is going to be non existent as she sees me turn around. Fists raised as I have flecks of blood on my tits. I move forwards after I tell the referee I am not quitting this bout. Trying to slug you with a straight as we edge closer together. Knowing that I can't take too much more. My body is ravaged and I can only see you out of one eye. Still I am burning with hate for you.

09:04 Valenzuela: My smirk doesn’t fade as I watch you rise, shaking, bloodied, but still trying to stand your ground. I shake my head at you, a sign of disrespect. I see it in the tremble in your legs, the weight pressing on your shoulders, the damage my fists did to your sexy face. You’re barely holding it together, but you’re too damn stubborn to quit. You stagger forward, fists raised, shooting out a right straight at my face. I see your straight coming, and I slip just enough to my left, feeling the air from your punch breeze past my cheek. As your fist misses, I slide further left, and give your right tit a playful punch with my right fist, just enough to sting and hopefully enrage you. "That all you got, puta?" I wiggle my fingers to taunt you to come at me again. “C’mon chica, can’t you do better than that? I’m waiting to see you box me!” The crowd sees I’m toying with you, Clara is shouting some obscenity at me, but I don’t give a fuck.

10:16 Linda216: Feeling my tit morph around your fist. I whine as my eyes shut. I go back a step and when I open my good eye, I see you dancing around me, pissing me off further. I come after you with a tired left hook. Finding more air as you simply move around me with ease. It's like I am moving through treacle. Throwing an uppercut in desperation as I grunt in effort as my white trunks are stained red with blood dripping from my cuts onto the front of them as a symbol of the arse kicking I am taking.

10:41 Valenzuela: I see the rage burning in your battered face, the way your body lurches toward me, desperate, swinging on fumes. You load up a left hook, but I see it coming a mile away, your body telegraphs the punch before your fist even moves. I pivot to my right, your glove cutting through empty air where my head was just a second ago. You grunt in frustration, refusing to slow down, throwing a desperate uppercut from below. But I’ve already read you, already slipping back just enough that your punch barely brushes against my ribs. You’re moving in slow motion now, your body drained, your mind clouded with hate. ENOUGH FUCKING AROUND! I plant my feet and UNLOAD with rapid fire punches. A wicked right cross towrds your already swollen left eye, my left hook follows, aiming for your jaw, then I dip low and try to drive a brutal left uppercut deep into your gut, right under your ribs. I’m on fire, and want to end this, my right fist rockets forward, a sharp, nasty hook towards the jaw, and then, to really hurt, I rip a left hook at your liver, wanting to cave in the organ, as my right uppercut flashes towards your chin. I step back, expecting you will fall, grinning as I glance at Clara, her face twisted in horror as she sees me swing punch after punch towards you in quick time.

17:24 Linda216: The first punch causes me to cry out in agony as blood flies off onto the canvas. With follow up punches staining the once prestine white canvas, looking for flecks of paint. Each punch though is dulling my senses. The world spinning for me. Legs shaking as you almost hold me up with your left after that liver shot lands flush. I want to go down but cruelly you keep me in place. It feels like a lifetime but is a matter of seconds between that punch and the uppercut you send my way. Slamming it into my face. My chin gets hit flush with a sickening crack of knuckles on bone. My head flies backwards as I am jerked back like I am in a car accident. My body launches back and I land flush on my back. With a wet slap of my body on the stained canvas. My chest the only thing moving to show I am alive as my eyes are shut. My face a crimson mask. One arm out at the side as the other is above my head. Legs spread apart as I am in a world of my own knocked out from reality.

17:35 Valenzuela: I take a step back, rolling my shoulders, letting my fists drop as I watch you crash onto the canvas. The slap of your body against the mat is music to my ears, loud, final, definitive. You’re not moving, barely even breathing. Face down, arms limp, like a dog that finally got put down after barking too much. I scoff, tilting my head, pretending to be disappointed. That’s all you had? After all that rage, all that bravado? I take my time, circling your nearly motionless heap, making sure the moment drags out, making sure everyone sees what’s left of you. Blood drips from my nose, and oh….my ear is throbbing from that wicked hook. But I’m standing, your not! Oh, sweet Clara. She sees me. The woman who fucked you up and left you on the canvass KO’d. Yeah, FUCKING KO’D! I chuckle and crouch beside your broken body, leaning in close enough that if there’s even a flicker of consciousness left, you’ll hear me. I tap your cheek, soft, condescending. Wake up bitch, and I’ll help you leave the ring.

17:42 Linda216: I groan as my body reacts to you tapping my cheek but I am out to the world. Clara worried her meal ticket is going to be seriously hurt to the point of retirement. She crawls under the bottom ropes to get into the ring. Nudging you back as she covers me. Telling you "she is done. Leave her alone!" I am oblivious to what the hell is going on. She has my blood on her T-shirt now protecting her investment.

17:46 Valenzuela: I smirk as Clara rushes in, her panicked hands hovering over your ruined body, shielding you like I’m about to strike again. The work’s already done. You’re out. Broken. I raise my fists, letting the crowd soak in the image—me standing, you crumpled beneath me, Clara begging for mercy. I take a slow step back, wiping your blood off my knuckles onto my shorts. “Let me know if she wants a rematch bitch.” I sneer, letting my words cut through the chaos. Then, with one last glance at your still body, I turn on my heel and step out of the ring, leaving you in the mess I made of you. END