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15:31 <Valenzuela> I’m standing in my red corner in the boxing club’s ring looking at my opponent, 36 years old, 138 lbs and 5 ft 6 in, a blonde named Erica, wearing a gladiator skirt and sports bra. She is bigger than my 125 lb 5 ft 3 in frame, and about 6 years older. In spite of her size advantage, she will not know what’s gonna hit her until the bell rings, and this smaller Mexicana tornado wearing shorts in a Mexican flag design and a black sports bra Photo not found. does literally that….hit her with my black 8 oz gloved fists until face plants on the canvass. I begin to bounce lightly on my toes, until the ref calls us to ring centre, and then I stare directly into this older women’s eyes with my dark Latina eyes, until it is time to tap gloves and return to our corners. This is the annual competition between boxing clubs, and I intend to dominate in every single one of the 2 minute rounds.
16:33 <Erica> I'm standing in the blue corner, getting a last few instructions from my coach as I look across the ring at my opponent. I have some size on Valenzuela, the latina beauty from a boxing club across town. But I also know they set these matches up looking for equal match ups. She is going to be tough, and know how to counter my size, I'm sure. I'm clad in a red gladiatrix skirt with red trim, a matching sports bra containing my 36DD bust securely. My gloves are red as well. I come out as the ref calls us to center ring and look right back into your eyes, the tension rising between us as the ref goes over the instructions.
16:37 <Valenzuela> I offer my gloves for the tap, and then turn sharply to walk back to my corner, and start bouncing on the balls of my feet, throwing out a couple of punches into the air, as the crowd watches on. DING! DING! DING!!!!!!....OK it's on now...so I form an orthodox stance, left glove and fist leading, elbows tucked in, right glove held near my chin, ready for action, I come out of my corner heading for the ring centre, bobbing erratically from side to side.
16:40 <Erica> You offer to tap gloves and I do so, a stiff but friendly tap, then turn back and head to my corner. I shake out my arms and throw a few combinations into the air as my corner slides my mouth piece into my mouth. The bell rings and it's time to fight. I form a similar orthodox stands as I come forward, bouncing lightly on my feet and bobbing as well. As you come into range I look to test your guard, popping out a pair of sharp left jabs, the first aimed at your face, the second your muscled stomach, then backing off a step. (0:10)
16:45 <Valenzuela> I'm feeling fresh as the bell rings, ready for action. I raise my guard to take the first jab on my gloves, the second jab hits my navel as I tighten my abs. I let out a little grunt as the punch lands, and then you start to pull away, stepping back, but I stay in lock step with you, pushing myself forward off my trailing right leg. I try to throw a quick right hook over your shoulder, wanting to target your jaw, and then stepping forward even closer, I dip my left shoulder and fire a right uppercut toward your right side, bending my knees as I try to come under your elbow.
16:45 <Valenzuela> (0:20)
16:49 <Erica> I expected you to come forward, mostly stepping back to keep you at range rather than running. You push forward and fire off the hook, and I lean back and avoid the blow. I let out a sharp grunt as your uppercut digs into my right ribs, digging in solid as my body bends with the blow a bit. I try to come around and snap your head with a quick right hook before you can reset from the uppercut. I then dip and turn into a hard left shovel hook to your lower ribs. (0:30)
16:56 <Valenzuela> Things ae moving fast now, and you step away from my right hook, but I feel my left dig into your ribs, but I get punished badly, as you sweep a right hook over my left shoulder SLAP the side of my head, hard, twisting my face to my right and turning my skin bright red from the impact. Your quick to dip and I see a hard shovel hook coming at my lower ribs, so I tighten my abs to absorb the blow. Only moments into the fight, and it's turning into a rough one for me. I grimace from both blows, but determined to stay in the pocket and go toe to toe, so I counter with a power right straight towards your nose and follow this with a hard left overhand bomb towrds your right eye....
17:01 <Erica> The small crowd of mostly members of our boxing clubs are starting to get into things as your take a pair of heavy blows as I return fire here early in the first round. And in a put up or shut up moment, you put up. My head snaps back as you nail me with a hard right that nails me on the button, knocking my head back. The follow up snaps my head to my side as my blurry vision makes it hard to see, the quick combo hitting home. Hurting, I fire back with a quick one-two, left jab straight right to your face before dancing back and making some distance as I try to side step and circle and clear my head.
17:01 <Erica> (:50)
17:10 <Valenzuela> Both of my punches land flush on your face, and a surge of satisfaction flickers across my expression as I smirk. You fire back instantly, a sharp jab followed by a right straight, but by now, my focus has shifted to defense. I sway back just in time, my head tilting away from the incoming blows, and take a quick step backward, allowing your gloves to cut through nothing but air. With the distance reset, we find ourselves momentarily disengaged. I circle to my right with measured footwork, my guard tight and my eyes locked onto you, scanning for the slightest opening. My breathing is heavy already from our initial exchanges of punches. (0:60)
17:14 <Erica> We break off and the crowd cheers out for what was a solid minute of action that showed we both were skilled and here to fight. Sweating, breathing heavy, my vision clears up and I wade back in, locked on as I sway in unpredictably. I fire a probing left jab towards your nose, trying to draw your attention up as I step in and turn into a right hook to the lower ribs and then go the other way with a left to the other side, trying to drain some of that stamina and strength with some body work.
18:56 <Valenzuela> There is now a brief respite in this action filled boxing match, both of us looking the other over, my body starting to glisten with sweat. You decide to wade in quickly, swaying, unpredictable, and I know you’re setting something up. Your jab flicks toward my nose, and I keep my guard tight, reading your intentions, the sound of leather on leather reverberating around the small boxing hall, the small crowd getting animated. The real threat comes a heartbeat later, a right hook swinging toward my ribs. I brace, tightening my core, but the impact still sends a jolt of pain through my side. Before I can reset, you whip a left into the other side, forcing a sharp exhale from me, using me like Rocky Balboa used a side of beef. I take a half-step back, absorbing the punishment, but I refuse to let you force me into a retreat. I fire back a quick, stiff jab toward your chin, meant to disrupt further attacks. My feet shift, angling off to my left, I twist into a sharp right counter hook towards your temple. (1:20)
08:36 <Erica> I smile as I hear the satisfying sound of leather smacking against sweat slicked skin as my two piece digs into your body, seeing the pain on your face as the blows force you to back off a half step. I look to keep some pressure on but get stuffed with your jab, that knocks my head back as it smashes against my lips. You shift left and I just have the wherewithal to get my guard up, your hook clattering against my gloves. I let out a small grunt of pain as it knocks my own glove into my face. Tightening up, I pop off a pair of sharp, quick left jabs to your face, looking to score and disrupt your rhythm as well. (1:30)
09:06 <Valenzuela> My sharp jab pops you in the mouth, and i love the feel of the strike on my knuckles under the big padded glove, and the sound it makes, and the sight of your head snappin' back. My hook hits your gloves and makes you tighten your guard as you snap off a pair of jabs as i retract my right glove, the first hits my cheek, the second my right glove, as i bring it back to guard. There is a buzz in my head, but i counter with a quick jab/cross combo towards your mouth and then weave low to evade.
09:41 <Erica> We've both tightened up our defenses here as the first round starts to come to an end. Eyeing you through my guard, I parry the jab and lean back and avoid the cross. I reset as you weave low, taking a step back to try work my reach advantage as I pop another sharp jab at your face, then turn into a power hook with my right that's aimed at your solar plexus, looking to knock some air out of your body as we approach the close of round one. (1:50)
09:50 <Valenzuela> This fight is growing tighter by the second, sweat now dripping from my brow. My left hand is knocked aside as you skillfully parry it with your forearm, and my follow-up right misses by a hair as you swiftly lean back. As you step away, I weave low, trying to close distance, but as I rise, your crisp jab smacks hard into my forehead, sweat spraying off my face, snapping my head back and briefly buzzing my senses. I immediately push forward, stepping in close to smother your hook on my chest before it can fully gather much momentum. Now inside your reach, I rip a sharp left shovel hook, trying to go beneath your right arm, targeting your liver, and instantly follow it up with a tight, upward-driving uppercut aimed directly at your chin, seeking to split your guard and rattle you.
09:56 <Valenzuela> (2:00)
09:57 <Erica> I let out a sharp grunt as your shovel hook digs into my body, my body off balance after comitting to that power hook. My head then is knocked up sharply by your uppercut and I'm dazed. I push in and wrap my arms around you, clinching up just as the bell rings to end the first round. The ref comes up and breaks up the clinch and I walk back to my corner, blinking and shaking my head to try to clear it as you ring my bell at the end of the round.
10:00 <Valenzuela> As you clinch up, I whisper in your ear "Did that hurt chica?" As the ref separates us, I give you a smirk, happy with that last exchange. My coach give me lots of advice...stay in close, counter punch fast and smart....etc....but still I'm feeling good about the ending of round 1. A minute goes by fast, and after taking some water, I get to my feet, and wait for the bell.
10:20 <Erica> Your little comment raises my ire a bit as we break off as the round ends. You want to make this personal, we can do that. I sit on the stool as my corner gets to work on me. My coach is happy with the round except for the end there. He reminds me to use my reach and keep you from getting inside. Look for chance to counter hard and if you're going to give me body shots, take them. I nod and listen, shaking off the uppercut pretty quickly and feeling ready to go as I get to my feet and shake out my arms, glaring across at you as I ready for the bell to start round two.
10:25 <Valenzuela> DING! DING! DING!.....I come out of the corner quickly, rushing across the ring, wanting to keep the pressure on. Instead of orthodox, I'm now taken up a southpaw stance, and send a quick right jab towards your face, it's not a fully committed punch though, I just want to distract and keep you looking up, and to cover my stepping in closer. As I pull my right back to guard, I then try to bang a left hook into your right side, hoping to target your liver region again.
10:52 <Erica> You come out of your corner aggressively and I take that as a signal to put my defense on high alert. You cut off the ring but I easily slip your jab, moving to the right and taking a step back, allowing me to avoid the follow up hook. With you open, I step back in and fire a left jab at your nose to set up a power right hook aimed at your eye and temple region; looking to show I have a counter game of my own here in the opening seconds of round two (0:20).
11:01 <Valenzuela> Maybe i moved to quick, underestimating your ability to fight back. You slip the jab and side step the hook, leaving me open to a jab that badly stings my nose and a powrr right hook that bang into my forehead. Sweat sprays off my face, as i try to stand toe to toe and bang it out, instinctively throwing a left jab at your right eye as i step back into ortho, and then a tight right uppercut towards your navel as i twist my hips to increase the power.
11:06 <Erica> My combo nails you with a satisfying pop of leather on head as sweat flies and I see from the look on your face that one may have surprised you. You stay in with me, showing real toughness as I'm careful to try to keep some distance to make it harder for you to get me flush. You switch up stances and I bat your left jab away. My abs tighten as I see that twist in your hips and I let out a grunt as your uppercut digs into my body with a thud. My muscles absorb the blow well and I stay with you, showing I'm willing to bang it out as well. The crowd is getting into it as I try to snap a quick left hook to your cheek, trying to catch you before you reset, then turn my own hips into a right upper to your solar pleus, trying do dig that glove right under your breasts and knock the breath out of you. (:40)
11:14 <Valenzuela> My uppercut lands with a solid smack, but it meets a solid wall of abdominal muscle and it does little ti slow you down. As my right bounces off those sturdy abs, you swing a nasty left hook at my cheek and i roll my face left to roll with the punch, and mitigate some of the impact, even so it smacks and hurts. Your right uppercut flys up, and i stiffen my abs to try to mitigate the impact, but it sends a wave of pain through me, making me gasp and try to draw in breath. Even someone with my IQ knows its time to pull back as you have taken control of the round, so i step back quickly to catch my breath and reset my guard. (50).
11:16 <Erica> You catch a smirk on my lips as I hear that gasp as that blow knocks some wind out of you. My corner yells for me not to let up and as you step back I push forward. I keep some distance, using my jab to gauge the distance as I pop a few quick ones out as you go to reset. Feeling you out, I turn my hips and try to bust that guard tight down the middle and get a little payback with a right uppercut with some power behind it.
11:24 <Valenzuela> Your corner and the crowd have gotten animated as you suddenly burst forward, peppering my guard with jabs, using your longer reach to stay out of mine. But my guard is up, your glove punching i to my mine, i keep retreating as every second is recovery time for me. Then you come in to uppercut range and launch one trying to go between my guard, a good play, but im able to lean back and avoid it. As your right swings in front of my chin, i now fight back, sending a straight left towards your chin and a right hook at your jaw, trying to get back in the fight.
11:26 <Valenzuela> (1:10)
11:27 <Erica> My shot would have busted through your guard but you manage to lean back and it ends up hitting nothing but air. Off balance, you are quick to strike with a counter, knocking my head back with a left to the chin. I roll with the follow up, my head turning with the right hook and lessening the impact but it still a jarring blow. Nostrils flaring as I only take a short step back, popping my hip as I try to dig a hard left shovel hook into your liver. I follow it quickly with a right hook aimed at your left eye and cheek.
11:37 <Valenzuela> I give you an intense and fierce expression as i land a couple of blows, but you stay in close, sending a left shovel hook towards my liver. I tighten my abs and twist to my left to turn what could have been a match ending punch into a glancing blow. Then a wicked right hook fires out, going over my guard, hitting the side of my left eye, stinging me, and i can feel the skin around the eye getting puffy. I can respond fast with an overhand left, trying to target your nose and beat your guard back to position, then quiclly step back to reset, blinking to clear my vision.
11:40 <Erica> It's been my round so far and I'm feeling like I'm getting some good shots in. I see your left coming in and I choose to back off and give some space as my guard isn't fully in position. Your punch hits air, but there is some space between us as we both take a quick moment to reset. I can see some of the damage from my punches and push forward, feinting high, before dipping down and trying to just hammer your body with a left jab-straight right combo.
11:40 <Erica> (1:40)
11:57 <Valenzuela> My overhand slices through empty air as your quick reflexes carry you safely out of range. For a brief instant, we both reset, each measuring distance and searching for an opening. I step back deliberately, a strategic move, baiting you to close the distance. You take the bait, feinting high, causing me to tighten my guard defensively into a peek-a-boo stance. You seize the opening below, hammering my flexed abs with a sharp jab-straight combo. I grit my teeth, absorbing the impacts to my muscles, knowing I've set the perfect trap. As your gloves drop slightly for those body blows, I unleash a swift left hook, rotating my hips and shoulders powerfully towards your exposed jaw. Without hesitation, I follow through, firing a thunderous right cross aimed precisely at your right eye socket, determined to trade your body shots for punishing headshots.
11:59 <Valenzuela> (1:50)
12:01 <Erica> You take the body shots and clearly show that you suckered me in and suckered me in good. My head snaps one way, and then the other, as you unleash a hook cross combo that bashes my head from right to left. I stumble back flatfooted, my guard tightening around my head as that power knocks me loopy. The bell rings before I can fully recover or you can take further advantage of the ref steps between us and sends us to our corners. I shake my head clear and curse at myself for falling right into that at the end of a round I was dominating. The scorecard will show I won the round, but as I sit on my stool with a swelling right eye and ringing head, I don't feel that way. (2:00).
12:04 <Valenzuela> I move to my stool....damn! these 2 minute rounds are short and I would have had her out cold if I had a few more seconds. Saved by the bell twice! SHIT! I sit on my stool, with an ice pack on my left eye to reduce the swell, and listen to the coach talk more. I know what I have to do, and at the 10 second waning claxon, I'm up on my feet and then DING! DING! DING! Again, I form and orthodox stance, and move out to ring centre, but slower, more cautious.....gloves up.
12:07 <Erica> My corner cleans me up as well and looks me in the eye. It takes me a moment or two but my eyes get their focus back and I give him a nod. He tells me to be more cautious and if I have the edge, don't give it up. That reset cost me bit. I nod to him. I know what I have to do and I know I can get this bitch. I just have to focus. I stand up and the bell rings.
12:08 <Erica> My gloves come up in a orthodox stands and it looks like we both are approaching each other with caution. Getting close in center ring, I eye you, my footwork still solid, bobbing and weaving. I throw out some jabs to keep you at range as we both look for an opening to strike. (:10)
12:12 <Valenzuela> We meet now in the ring centre, both of us more cautious, and hurting. And you're still throwing out jabs, but at a distance, and so I wait for the last one, and quickly weave low under your left, and step forward, trying to popup in range, and shoot a right straight towards your solar plexus and then taking a small half step back, a quick left overhand at your already bruised right eye, wanting to swell it closed if I can move fast.
12:15 <Valenzuela> (:20)
12:16 <Erica> You come in under the jab and I let out a grunt as your right digs into my body, knocking some wind out of me as it hits sold. My guard comes up as I see you step back, and I just duck under that left. I come back up and swing around with a hard right hook, aiming to counter with a shot flush across your jaw. My body then turns into a left aimed at your bruising eye as well, more than happy to go tit for tit as we target damaged areas.
12:25 <Valenzuela> My right hits you dead centre and feel a hiss of hot air blow out of your mouth, and I do my half step back to put you in range. My overhand comes out, but you duck under, and swing a brutal right hook into my jaw, my head twists to the right and my legs go out from under me, and your left flies over the airspace above my head, and I land on my ass....feeling daised and disoriented from the heavy punch.
12:25 <Valenzuela> (:40)
12:27 <Erica> The crowd lets out a roar as you end up on your ass after I catch you with a blistering counter. "Did that hurt, chica?" I say down to you with a snarl as the ref comes up an directs me to a neutral corner. I settle in and watch, curious just how good I caught you.
12:31 <Valenzuela> I shake my head as the ref stands over me for the 10 count. I tell myself no way is it gonna end like this....especially after that taunt....I feel woozy, and decide to stay down to recover as much as I can. Certainly this knockdown will cost me dearly on the scoring. At the count of 8!, I push up to my knees, sweat pouring down my face, my right eye with a black and blue circle....but on my feet I come. The ref checks me over looking doubtful, but I insist I can fight on....he tells me to raise my gloves, and he waves you out of the corner shouting "BOX!!!!!!"
12:32 <Valenzuela> (:50)
12:32 <Valenzuela> 
12:33 <Erica> I bring my gloves up as well and as the ref instructs us to box, I come forward. Rule one, a wounded animal is the most dangerous. I can tell you are hurting but I don't come at you with full pressure. I cut the ring off, but I stay at a distance, throwing some hard jabs, aimed right at that bruised up eye as I try to keep you hurting and bait you out so I can catch you again. (1:00)
14:03 <Valenzuela> My jaw throbs and my head pulses with pain from that devastating hook you landed. Now you're charging at me like a runaway freight train, your left glove pumping out sharp, relentless jabs aimed directly at my swollen eye. Gritting my teeth, I quickly tighten my guard, gloves pressed together in peek-a-boo stance, determined not to buy what you're selling. My mind races desperately, searching for a way to reverse my fortunes. Deciding that aggression is my only path forward, I suddenly explode from behind my guard, lunging toward you with a sharp jab-cross combo aimed at your face, hoping to disrupt your momentum before swiftly hopping back to reset. (1:10)
14:09 <Erica> I wanted to give you no choice but to come at me, and that's exactly what you do. My jabs pester at your guard, wearing it down and bashing your gloves back into your swollen eye. You step up and your jab pushes through and pops me solid in the mouth and nose, opening a small cut on my lip. The cross comes around and I get my guard up, protecting my head as it bashes into my forearms. As you hop back I push in, trying split your guard with a low right uppercut to the body, then swing around and catch you in the eye again with a hook.
14:15 <Valenzuela> The action is totally wild now, the energized crowd roaring with excitement! My jab snaps forward sharply, stinging your mouth and opening a small but inviting cut on your lip—a wound I fully intend to widen. My follow-up cross thuds harmlessly into your tightly raised forearms, and instantly you respond, driving forward with a punishing low right uppercut to my navel. Ugggh! I grunt as pain radiates through my tightened abs, forcing me to bend forward slightly. You quickly pivot, swinging a dangerous hook toward my head, but I spot it coming, swiftly weaving beneath your attack. Exploding upward, I launch a crisp left uppercut aimed directly at your exposed chin, then immediately drill a straight right toward your bloodied lips before rapidly backpedaling a few steps to safety. (1:30)
14:18 <Erica> You duck under my hook and come back with a uppercut that catches me pretty clean and knocks my head up sharply. I back out quickly and your follow up simply flies through the air. I shake off the blow as I reset my guard, glaring in. I come up to cut the ring off again and go back to the jab, popping out a pair of stiff ones at your face to keep you frustrated and off balance. (1:40)
14:23 <Valenzuela> My uppercut lands clean, but fails to knock you off your feet, just back you away. You definitely can take a punch, with your heavier body. You come back at me to limit my ring movement, bullying me, constantly harrassing me with jabs...BANG! one lands on my forehead, rocking my face back....I need to do something aggressive, so next jab, I parry with my right, then throw a big overhand right at your mouth, in nearly the same motion, stepping in towards you as I throw down. (1:50)
14:26 <Erica> You parry my jab and that disrupts my guard more than I expected. Your right comes out and nails me hard across the mouth, some bloody spittle and sweat flying as my head snaps. That one hurt but I refuse to give you another late confidence boost. I stay with, dipping and throwing my shoulder and body into a hard left to your liver area, then come back up for a blistering right hook to the face as the bell rings. (2:00)
14:28 <Valenzuela> Your head snaps satisfyingly from my punch, blood and sweat flicking from your lips, but you’re determined to answer back. You dip and rip a hard left aimed directly at my liver, I tense my core, quickly twisting to the right, deflecting the worst of it into a glancing blow against my ribs. But just as I think I've weathered your storm, your blistering right hook explodes across my cheek, whipping my head to the side in a spray of sweat. My vision briefly blurs as the bell rings loudly, signaling the end of the round and saving me from further damage. I step back slowly, shaking my head, trying to clear the cobwebs as I make my way to the corner, frustrated you landed the last punch.
14:31 <Erica> I make my way back to my corner and take a seat on the stool. My coach praises my performance that round; tells me to keep targeting that eye and use that loss of vision to my advantage. The knock down was a big boost on the scorecards, but he reminds me it's always best to not leave things to the judges. As quickly as the break started, I'm standing back up, waiting for the bell.
14:33 <Valenzuela> Again I take more ice on my eye....told not to get reckless, which is my Latina nature.....I'm sweating now, skin glistening, my cleavage heaving up and down with each Breath, these 1 minute breaks not enough. I need to do some fancy boxing to catchup in round 4. I get to my feet....then DING!....and I move out, a little more flat footed now....gloves up....
14:37 <Erica> I'm feeling confident now as we head into round four. But still, I'm dripping and sweat, with a cut open but not bleeding on my lip. Some swelling around one eye and some redness on my body. I look like I've been in a fight. My DDs bounce lightly in my sports bra as my orthodox guard comes up and the bell rings for round four. You're flat footed and slower now, and I look to test just how much you are. I come in and pop out a opening jab, then side step and turn into a overhand left looking to clobber you in the face before dancing back. (:10)
14:44 <Valenzuela> I'm feeling battered now, maybe a bit more worn down than you—but not by much. My movements have slowed noticeably, forcing me to conserve energy carefully as I prepare mentally for round five. You approach aggressively, snapping out a quick jab before pivoting sharply, looking to crush my face with a heavy left overhand. I swiftly paw aside your jab with my right glove, anticipating the heavier punch behind it. As your powerful overhand arcs toward me, Isidestep right, letting your glove sail harmlessly past me. Seeing your exposed side, I immediately counter, whipping a sharp right hook aimed directly at your jawline. Without missing a beat, I dip my left shoulder low, driving upward, looking to drill a punishing left uppercut deep into your navel. (:20)
14:46 <Erica> The speed of your counter surprises me, and my head snaps violently and I almost lose my mouthguard on that one. Dazed, my guard high your uppercut digs into my belly and sends me doubling forward. Hurting as I push my body into yours and clinch up tight, squeezing your arms as I try to get my legs and breath back. (:30)
15:32 <Valenzuela> You grab me around my arms, squeezing tight, not what I need now…..being forced to carry your weight, sweaty bodies pressing tightly. I nearly stumble as you launch into me….and spread my legs to gain stability, as I grapple with you. (:40)
15:35 <Erica> I feel your body stumble as I force you to take my weight for a moment, snuffing out your offense for a moment that lets me get my bearings back. The ref comes up to break it up and as soon as the space is there I try to catch you with a left jab-right hook combo, both of us looking shopworn as I have some bruising along my jawline now. (:50)
15:39 <Valenzuela> The ref puts some space between us, but you come back at me like a wild woman, throwing a jab, that forces me to close up my guard, and that the hook curves around and hits the side of my face, spit flying out of my mouth, and forcing me to stumble to my right, my face now bright red from exhaustion. I need to conserve some energy for round 5m so I don't counter, I let my head stop ringing from the hook, and circle to my right, forming a peek-a-boo guard.
15:39 <Valenzuela> (1:00)
15:44 <Erica> You don't counter and that presses me forward as the crowd starts to really get into it, my corner yelling instructions. Bullying you back I wade in and fire off a right-left shove hook combo to either side of your body, then try to finish it by splitting your guard with a right uppercut towarsd your chin.
15:53 <Valenzuela> The crowd is in an absolute frenzy, roaring with excitement, your corner shouting, "THAT'S IT—FINISH HER!" You're bullying me aggressively with your bigger frame, pounding merciless shovel hooks into my sides. Uggghhh! Each crushing blow digs deep, forcing hot, painful breaths out of me with sharp hisses, the pounding almost sensual as I watch your cleavage rise and fall. . Sensing your muscles coil as you prepare to unleash an uppercut, I grit my teeth and desperately try to stand my ground, snapping out a lightning-fast right straight toward your swollen lips, hoping to beat you to the punch and disrupt your rhythm. But knowing I can’t rely on hope alone, I swiftly weave down and to my left, ducking to the side of your rising glove, then continue sliding left, retreating defensively toward the ropes to buy myself precious breathing room. (1:20)
16:07 <Erica> Your straight comes up and smashes into my lips, knocking my head back and then having me back off a step or two flat footed as my uppercut goes awry. I taste blood as the cut ropes and I snark as I reset myself. Guard up I come back in as you are near the ropes and look to keep the pressure on, but not as recklessly this time. I snap a jab out at your face and then unleash another hard left hook into the body, trying to catch that liver area before resetting. (1:30)
16:14 <Valenzuela> I take a look around and realise that the ropes are now behind me, coming up fast. BAM! I eat a jab in the face for not focusing on you. My head snaps back and sweat sprays off my face. Your left recoils and then goes down, and i push myself forward into you so that your arm curves around me, sparing me a hook to my liver. I try to wrap my arms around you hoping for a clinch of our steamy bodies and maybe make you hold my weight. (1:40)
16:16 <Erica> "UGH" I grunt as my punch ends up more of a hug than anything. "Too hurt to fight?" I say into your ear as you force me to bare your weight this time. I push into you though, getting you up against the ropes as we grind together in this steamy, sweaty clinch. Sweaty, roughed up bodies of women warriors grinding a bit in the moment. (1:50)
16:20 <Valenzuela> My back presses into the top rope, bending it back, as you press into my front. 
the ref orders a break as we grapple for dominance, but i hold you a while longer, then push my gloves into you. DiNG! The bell is now a big relief as i make my way to my corner ti think about the final round, no. 5
the ref orders a break as we grapple for dominance, but i hold you a while longer, then push my gloves into you. DiNG! The bell is now a big relief as i make my way to my corner ti think about the final round, no. 516:22 <Erica> I give you a bit of a stare down after the bell rings, my nipples hard under my bra as I back up to my corner as the round ends. My corner and coach are very enthuastic. I'm tied and dripping sweat, but we know I should be ahead on the score card. They implore me to remember that and to not do more than I have to to win the bout.
16:25 <Valenzuela> I'm thinking i gotta get real aggresive in round 5. It aint over and i can win this. I gotta pull out all my last reserves of energy. Coach finishes his advice. On my feet now waiting for the bell. DING!!!!!!
16:27 <Erica> I get to my feet and take a deep breath. I see that look of determination on your face and I know you'll be coming for me hard. Aggression can lead to mistakes. But we're both tired and battered. The bell rings and my guard comes up. I stride out and look to make you pay for any ground you try to take to get inside as I start to fire off jabs, aimed at your face and at your body. (:10)
16:31 <Valenzuela> You come out quick, I know your tired, but so am I. Both of us are now supercharged up with adrenalin, knowing there is only 2 minutes left. You use jabs at my face and body trying to force me back to keep me at a distance. Not happening. I take a jab between my tits, uggggg... but I twist around your left, to come at you on your flank, swinging a big right hook at your jaw, and then a left hook at your lower ribs, and a right cross at your swollen lips...I'm wild and on fire and have nothing to loose... (:20)
16:34 <Erica> My guard is up and your hook comes around and smashes against it as you come at me hard. I let out a grunt as your left digs into my ribs, that are showing some bruising at this point, and the blow opens me up for the cross. My head snaps and blood and sweat flies as I am knocked flatfooted. I turtle up my guard and eye you through it in a peek a boo, looking for a opportunity to counter while not taking too much damage; trying to let you wear yourself out.
16:35 <Erica> (:30)
16:39 <Valenzuela> I land a couple of nice shots, but this ain't over, I'm battered and beaten, but I've got a big surge of adrenalin and pure aggression is surging through me like a wild fire. You cover up well, and this suggest enrages me further...."C'mon turtle woman!" I send a big left hook out to try and crash my glove into your guard, trying to sweep it away for a moment, so I can try to send a blistering right cross towards your chin. I stay in the pocket, I don't care if I exhaust myself. (:40)
16:41 <Erica> The first punch comes in and smashes hard into my guard and it is swept away, but as your cross comes round I duck under it deftly as I predict the headhunting. I fire back with a right uppercut towards your solar plexus and then as I straighten back up I let a left hook fly toward your jawline.
16:41 <Erica> (:50)
16:46 <Valenzuela> My hook wipes away your guard, but the cross....it just slices through empty air space and leaves me exposed, ugggg....you pump a nasty uppercut into my solar plexus, i gasp, my lungs robbed of air.......my knees wobble, but I get my tight glove up to protect my chin, the force of your hook sending my glove crashing into my face. This is round 5, and I know I gotta pull back....I try to shoot back a left overhand at your temple, trying to cover myself as step back several steps, towards the ropes, as work through the pain in my chest....(1:00)
16:50 <Erica> I my hook would have laid you out but you manage to block just in time. Your overhand comes in gets me clean on the temple with a thud and the result is both of us backing off, though me a little flat footed. I shake my head to clear it as my guard tightens up and I eye you. I step forward to keep you pinned back towards the ropes and fire off a left jab-power straight right at your head, again trying to make you pay for any inch you try to take.
16:50 <Erica> (1:10)
16:56 <Valenzuela> You're a relentless beast—absorbing my overhand like it's nothing, then charging back at me fiercely, forcing me to retreat step-by-step toward the ropes. My gloves feel lead-heavy, but I manage to keep them up tight, desperately protecting my face. Suddenly, you unleash your barrage.........a snapping jab followed instantly by a crushing power right, smashing my gloves painfully into my own face and driving me backward again. My back presses firmly against the top rope, cornered with nowhere to run. Fighting to keep you off me, I flick out a pair of quick defensive jabs at your face, hoping to buy myself precious seconds to regroup. (1:20)
17:00 <Erica> It's a battle of wills at this point; my head still ringing from your overhand but my own adrenalin kicking in. Your jabs come in, one catching me in the mouth and smearing my blood on my face and across your glove, but I parry next away. I step back to try to keep out of your reach as I come again with a left jab to the body and a straight right to the face; a simple combo meant to punish you and keep you back on the ropes. (1:30)
17:05 <Valenzuela> My jab smashes straight into your kisser, those pretty lips swelling up—guess you won't be landing dates anytime soon. Frustrated, you wisely adjust tactics, maintaining distance to exploit your longer reach. Suddenly, your sharp left jab drills painfully into my belly, "Ugggh!" forcing me to double forward just in time for your punishing right cross to slam into my nose...."uggggggg". Blood immediately starts streaming, hot and thick, dripping onto my gloves. The ref leans in closely, eyes locked on me as I desperately tighten my guard, trying to protect myself and recover under your relentless assault. (1:40)
17:07 <Erica> My straight busses your nose open as the blood start to flow and a smirk crosses my lips. I'm starting to feel really tired now and both of us are far slower than we were. I try to dip down, feinting like I'm going for your body again, then I turn and try to get you with a overhand right to the head. (1:50)
17:12 <Valenzuela> This fight is becoming surreal—we're both utterly exhausted, but somehow still standing, each determined to break the other. You dip low, baiting me perfectly; my gloves instinctively drop to guard my battered body, but instead of a body shot, your vicious overhand right blasts into my cheek, violently snapping my head back. I stagger backward, my shoulders slamming against the top rope, the rough cord digging into my skin. Using the rope's spring to propel myself forward, I desperately lunge toward you, arms outstretched, trying to wrap you tightly in a clinch to buy myself precious moments to recover. But then the most merciful sound in the world....DING! DING! DING!.....
17:14 <Erica> If this were a few rounds earlier, I may have had the speed to nail you in the jaw before you got back to me, but at this point we end up in a sweaty, and blood clinch, holding each other up. "One tough bitch..." I pant into your ear as the bell rings, bringing an end to the fight. The ref comes up and pushes us apart, but it takes a moment as we both are in recover mode. The crowd is standing and cheering the two women warriors as they return to their corners.
17:16 <Valenzuela> I give you a pat on the back, and then move to my corner....The ref motions us to stand between him and he takes hold of our wrists. Outside the ring the judges huddle. Scoring the each round.....mtc
Round 1: Valenzuela: Landed the most impactful punches, stunning Erica significantly toward round’s end. Erica: Solid bodywork and effective jabs, but rocked late. Score: Valenzuela 10 - 9 Erica mtc
Round 2: Valenzuela: Effective pressure early; good body shots but absorbed substantial counters. Erica: Dominant majority of round; cleaner, harder shots overall. Score: Erica 10 - 9 Valenzuela mtc
Round 3: Valenzuela: Aggressive but knocked down by Erica’s powerful right hook (clear knockdown at :40). Erica: Knockdown scored, controlled the round decisively with sharper punches. Score: Erica 10 - 8 Valenzuela (knockdown) mtc
Round 4: Valenzuela: Landed sharp counters early, effective aggression; clearly hurt Erica at moments. Erica: Strong pressure late, better ring control, landed punishing combinations to body and head consistently. Score: Erica 10 - 9 Valenzuela (close but clear)
Round 5: Valenzuela: Courageous, intense aggression, landed several damaging punches; briefly stunned Erica. Erica: Controlled pace, cleaner hits, superior defense; inflicted more visible damage (nose bleeding, head snapping punches). Score: Erica 10 - 9 Valenzuela
17:20 <Valenzuela> Now back to the ring
"Ladies and gentlemen, after five rounds of explosive, heart-stopping action, we go to the judges’ scorecards: Judge number one scores the contest 49-45 Judge number two scores the contest 49-45 And judge number three also scores the contest 49-45 All for your winner, by unanimous decision, fighting out of the BLUE corner… ERICA!"
17:21 <Erica> The ref raises my hand and I give the crowd a bit grin as they let out some loud cheers. I turn and step back to you and give you a hug and bump fists again before heading over to celebrate with my team.
17:22 <Valenzuela> END
<Published> 2025-03-21, viewed 56 times.
Bob Rock (deleted member)
2025-03-21 19:02Nice boxing ladies! Tough loss Val, and great win Erica!
Valenzuela
2025-03-21 19:33(In reply to this)
Much appreciated Bob!