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Valenzuela: Puh-BANG!... Puh-BANG!... Puh-BANG!... Puh-BANG! The rhythmic sound echoes sharply through the gym; the soft "puh" of my gloved fist connecting with the leather speed bag, followed by the loud "BANG!" as it crashes against the wooden mounting board. Each punch is thrown in precise, circular movements, as I visualize the bag as an opponent’s face. After suffering two brutal defeats at the hands of younger fighters, 19-year-old Maxine Williams and 18-year-old Vietnamese boxer Wakabe, I knew I had to step up my game and improve my reflexes, being 30 years old. A friend of mine, Linda, a seasoned boxer, told me bluntly that my reflexes needed serious sharpening. My routine is clear: after finishing on the speed bag, I'll move straight to skipping rope, then have Linda put me through rigorous mitt work to sharpen my timing and precision. Lastly, I'll unleash heavy combinations on the heavy bag to build more power and endurance.
Valenzuela: Another 19 year old boxer, Camila "La Magnifica," a Mexican sensation with a flawless 10-0 pro record, has challenged me. She called me out for a bout at the infamous Junkyard, an underground boxing club literally situated amidst piles of rusted metal and discarded car parts. 
To make weight for this fight, I’ve trimmed down to a lean 115 pounds. Camila bulked up to match my weight exactly, leveling the playing field. However, she maintains a slight advantage in height and reach, standing 5'7" compared to my 5'3". Her youthful speed and impressive unbeaten streak mean I'll need to leverage my extensive experience, my record stands at 20 wins and 23 losses, to neutralize her advantages. On fight night, there's no luxury of a changing room at the Junkyard, so I arrive fully geared up. I'm dressed for battle in a pink-and-black sports bra, matching boxing shorts, white boxing shoes, and white gloves marked with stubborn, faded red stains from past boxing fights that refuse to fade away. 
My hair pulled back into a pony tail, and a look on my face that could kill by itself. I slip into the ring as the crowds watch, and start some light shadow boxing. I can hear the ring announcer talking to the crowd over the PA system about the fight and the fighters.
To make weight for this fight, I’ve trimmed down to a lean 115 pounds. Camila bulked up to match my weight exactly, leveling the playing field. However, she maintains a slight advantage in height and reach, standing 5'7" compared to my 5'3". Her youthful speed and impressive unbeaten streak mean I'll need to leverage my extensive experience, my record stands at 20 wins and 23 losses, to neutralize her advantages. On fight night, there's no luxury of a changing room at the Junkyard, so I arrive fully geared up. I'm dressed for battle in a pink-and-black sports bra, matching boxing shorts, white boxing shoes, and white gloves marked with stubborn, faded red stains from past boxing fights that refuse to fade away. My hair pulled back into a pony tail, and a look on my face that could kill by itself. I slip into the ring as the crowds watch, and start some light shadow boxing. I can hear the ring announcer talking to the crowd over the PA system about the fight and the fighters.**“We’ve got an electrifying matchup tonight at the Junkyard! Veteran fighter Valenzuela, experienced but recently struggling with younger, faster opponents, faces unbeaten Mexican prodigy Camila 'La Magnifica'—just 19, taller, and packing a reach advantage. Valenzuela has slimmed down and trained extensively to sharpen her reflexes, aiming to neutralize Camila’s youthful speed and height. Camila, undefeated at 10-0, will look to control distance early, using her longer jab and quick hands to overwhelm the seasoned Valenzuela. But she must avoid becoming reckless or underestimating Val’s craftiness. My prediction? Camila starts fast, controlling early rounds, but Valenzuela’s resilience and ring experience will drag this fight into deep waters. If Valenzuela can close distance and target the body effectively, expect an upset victory for the veteran by late stoppage or decision. It’s youth versus experience, speed versus grit—this should be a thrilling scrap!”** yt
22:43 Camila_La_Magnífica: PAP….PAP PAP….PAP PAP PAP….On the opposite side of the venue my gloves ring out as they strike hard and deep into my trainer’s focus pads while he circles around and chase him. It’s been a few months since my last fight, but after watching two peers in my age fight La Princesa del Boxeo, Valenzuela, I decided to it was time to step up my own game to get noticed. When asked in a local news interview who I wanted to fight next, I called her out, noting her age, sluggishness in the ring compared to us younger up and coming fighters. In typical Gen Z fashion, I took to social media after what should have been just a local news interview out of Mexico started to go viral online. After all, you trip over Mexican boxers on the street, so I had to do something to stand out….
22:47 Camila_La_Magnífica: I wanted to go big, so here we are, the Junkyard. A place where pro boxers can settle more personal differences. Where the only real rule is the no one wins until there’s a knockout. I work up a sweat while I warmup, my slightly worn out 8oz Cleto Reyes gloves whizzing through the air, white sports bra clinging to my upper body as sweat trickles down my chest, short sparkly blue and white trimmed trunks dazzle in the dim lighting around the ring as shuffle around in my white and blue boxing shoes….
Camila_La_Magnífica: The ring bell goes off suddenly a few times, drawing the attention of the crowd as the ref comes center and announcer picks up a mic…. **”LADIES AND GENTELMEN, señores y señoras, Welcome to your main event for the evening, a clash of young and old, experience and natural talent as we present two of the best Latina boxeadoras out there. Introducing first, fighting out of Tijuana and an up and coming prodigy with a flawless 10-0 record with 2 knockouts. Camila…La Magnifica… Zamoranooooo!...”** I walk up the rickety steps into the ring, my trainer opening up the center ropes for me as I prance around the ring once, pumping a glove in the air to work the crowd with an ear to ear smile on my face before I settle down in my corner….
Valenzuela: "And now Introducing, fighting out of Durango, with a record of 20:23 the veteran boxer, Carla "La Princesa" Valenzuelaaaaaaaa. I'm on the ring apron already, looking over my opponent, the first I've seen of this 19-year old boxing wonder. As my name is called out, I slip between ropes and walk to my corner, watching Camila the whole time. She wanted to fight me? Well this chica is gonna get her wish now...and learn you should be careful for what you wish for!" The ref calls us to ring centre, and goes over his rules, which ain't many, and suggests we tap gloves....I don't really care, but stick mine out anyway.
Camila_La_Magnífica: I meet you center ring, my eyes glancing down towards you while the ref goes down the short list of rules. I smirk as we're told to touch gloves as I bring mine hard down on top of yours than press them into yours as to try and shove you back a step as I shuffle backwards a few steps before turning and moving into my corner. My trainer swipes a last layer of Vaseline across my brow and cheeks while I take in a white mouthguard, chewing on it for a moment as I roll my neck and shoulders and loosen my arms up as I turn towards the ring and start to bounce on my toes, eager for the bell....
Valenzuela: I have to take a humiliating half step back after you bang those red gloves into mine, and I give you a smirk. Then is back to the corner for a mouth guard, and a smear of Vaseline on my face, making me glisten under the lights. I'm up on my feet, bouncing lightly on my toes, punching the air a few times with straights and hooks....then DING DING! DING! and it's happening! I form an orthodox stance, with left glove and foot leading, elbows tucked in, and right glove held near my chin....I shuffle out to ring centre quickly, and begin to bob erratically from side to side, and circle to my right to avoid a collision with you. 3:00
23:32 Camila_La_Magnífica: I come out at the bell, light on my feet, my right glove tucked up near my chin, my left loose and changing levels high and low, half extended as I keep my head loose and moving while I look to walk you down early while you bob and weave. I probe out with my left, judging some distance, trying to wrangle you around and control center ring as we feel each other out in the opening seconds. I've only been at 115lb for a month or so, and still getting used to it, but I know I can keep my speed up against you. I shift side to side as I look to create an opening, taking a couple short steps forward towards you before stepping in with a long stride towards you....pssst....pssst....pssst....snapping out a crisp, long double left jab towards your head, followed by a straight right, looking to split your gloves....
Valenzuela: This chica had some nerve calling me out on social media, saying all that slick Gen Z trash. For me, this fight’s personal now, and I’m going to make her pay for every word. We're squared up, finally face-to-face in the Junkyard ring. Her stance catches my eye, loose, cocky. Left hand shifting high and low, sometimes dropping into a half-assed Philly shell. Arrogant. Confident. Maybe too confident. She takes a long, deliberate step toward me, that lanky leg stretching forward like a fencer, then snaps a jab at my face. I’m sharp, still fresh, so I lean back just enough and watch it miss by an inch. But before I can counter, another jab whistles out. This one’s tighter, quicker. It rides over my right glove and clips my cheek, snapping my head back. I adjust, pulling my right glove higher just as her power hand fires off a straight. It slams dead center into my guard, forcing my gloves apart, but loses most of its sting as it breaks through. That’s all I need. I push off my back foot and explode forward with jab-cross combo flying straight for her chin the moment that lazy left hand dips just a little too far…(2:40)
RING ANNOUNCER LIVE COMMENTARY: "OH AND HERE WE GO, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! The bell rings and both fighters waste no time! Camila ‘La Magnífica’—cocky, confident—comes out stalking like a panther, that left hand floating, teasing, daring Valenzuela to make a mistake. She steps in with that long jab—PSST!—misses by a hair! But wait—another jab! This one lands flush, SNAPPING Carla’s head back! A straight right follows, right through the guard! Camila’s trying to make a statement early!" "But hold on—La Princesa ain't here to fold. OH! She takes the shot, adjusts, and here comes Valenzuela! She plants that back foot and LAUNCHES forward—jab, CROSS!
Camila_La_Magnífica: Our first clash happens quick as my jabs do their work and my right opens you up, but not enough for me to take advantage as you're quicker than I expect with your counter, using your shorter stance gets under my guard....PFFFF.....PSSS....your quick hands split my open guard as your jab pops into my chin, turning my head as your cross follows up quickly, turning it the other way as I side step out, making some room between us with a smirk on my face, as I take center ring again, gloves up and moving as I shift side to side, popping out jabs towards your gloves to keep them busy as I look for another opening...(R1 2:30)
Valenzuela: My punches land, and maybe take a little cockiness out of this bitch...but maybe not, given her smirk....you sidestep out, creating more space, intending to try to pick me apart with jabs, they pepper my gloves, but there seems to be a pattern to them so on the last one, I weave down and under, and step forward, so as I try to come up, I drop my right and try to bang a wicked uppercut into your left side floating ribs, and then a left hook up and over your right shoulder, trying to pummel that smirk off your face, as I bounce on my feet.
Camila_La_Magnífica: I keep my gloves moving, looking to cover the angles as I jab out and you step in under one....MMFFF...your left digs into my ribs as I wince a bit while your glove digs in as I close up and shift my weight to the side....ISSS...ISSS....punching down with a hard left towards your lowered head as I cover with my right, your glove and forearm gliding along my glove as I punch down again with my left towards your head, stepping forward, causing your head to slip under my right underarm as I clamp down a bit and we tangle up, looking to loose some leverage to move you back a bit before the ref can break us up....
(R1 2:10)
(R1 2:10)00:17 Valenzuela: My glove thuds into your ribs, and I feel it sink, yeah baby, that one landed. Your wince tells me I struck gold. But before I can raise up and capitalize, your left comes smashing down MMFF! right onto my forehead, jarring my skull with a dull, thick throb. My head jerks down from the impact, and I'm stuck low. I try to throw a hook blind, hoping to clip your side or chin, but my glove slides uselessly along yours........parried. You punch down again, this one even sharper BANG!.....my forehead rocks a second time. My neck tenses, my knees wobble for a beat. I grit my teeth and force my legs to power upward, trying to muscle my way out. But you’re already stepping in, and suddenly my head slips right under your armpit. I try to lock my right arm around your waist, my gloves scraping sweaty skin looking to twist and use my lower center of gravity to drive you back. But you clamp down, holding me just tight enough to keep me from exploding upward. My breath’s short, hot, and angry against your side. We're tangled, sweat mixing, gloves trapped. Then “Break!” the ref’s voice slices through the noise. I don't let go immediately. I wait just a second longer, giving your ribs a subtle nudge with my forearm before I peel off and move back to rest. (2:00)
22:12 Camila_La_Magnífica: We jockey for position for a minute as the ref shouts at us to break before getting impatient and slides between us, walking us back towards center ring a few steps....BOX! he shouts as I take a moment to reset myself, bouncing side to side on my toes as I shake my arms out and take my stance, striding in towards you....psss..psss..psssst....popping out a long straight left right left towards your head and gloves to keep them up and busy as I step forward with each step, moving in closer as I try to wrangle you as I step in again...ISS...ISSH....ISSS....popping out a left jab towards your nose, changing levels behind it with a a straight left towards your midsection as I twist in with a sharp left hook towards your floating ribs, keeping guard up and moving as I keep my head bobbing and weaving...(R1 1:50)
22:31 Valenzuela: We get pulled apart like two dogs in a street fight, the ref’s voice barking through the noise—"Break!"—and I feel your gloves peel off mine as we’re walked back to center ring. He barely gets the word "BOX!" out before you're already dancing on your toes, loose, cocky, young. You come at me in rhythm... psss... psss... pssst... that long left-right-left snapping out toward my guard. I catch the first two high, block the third on my right glove, stepping back half a beat, giving you a little ground... You're stepping in closer, working your way inside, and I see the plan unfold... jab up top, then your body shifts... ISSS... ISSHH... ISSS... a jab at my nose, I slip just barely to the right, but then thud, your straight left tags my midsection and I grunt, tension firing through my core. That left hook you twist in after it digs into my ribs like you're trying to crack something loose. I clinch for half a second, not enough for the ref to jump in, just enough to try to steal your rhythm, and I shove off with my shoulder as I step right to reset the angle. Then I fire back, my own left jab popping toward your gloves, and then I twist my hips and rip a right hook towards your body, aiming just below your elbow (R1 1:40)
Camila_La_Magnífica: I keep you on the backfoot, even if it's just inches as we're both determined to keep our piece of the ring from getting smaller as I feel my punches connect to your midsection, keeping my gloves quick, up and tight as you jab out I slip and parry, batting your glove down with my right and tucking in to stay in the pocket with you....MMFFF...your hook manages to tag me just below my elbow, thudding into my oblique, jerking my body to the side a bit as I step in between your stance, pressing my gloves into your shoulder and chest as I push back and let my hands fly...PAA...PAA...PAA....shouting through my mouthguard as I twist in with an overhand left towards the side of your eye, twisting and shifting my weight the other way with a short right uppercut towards your solar plexus as I twist again with a left cross towards your eye, throwing out power punches to try and pick you apart early in the fight....(R1 1:30)
Valenzuela: My jab shoots out, but you slip it with a slick, quick head movement, sharp reflexes, but I don’t let you off easy. I twist and bang a left hook into your ribs, and I feel it land solid. You stumble just a step to your right... yeah, that one hurt. You throw your gloves up fast, pressing into me, trying to muscle me back, but I won’t be bullied, not into the ropes, not by you. I step in hard, grit in my teeth, but you throw a left overhand toward my eye. It whistles close, but I slip it my moving right Doesn’t matter. I’m already lining up the next shot. You change levels fast, BAM! a short, tight uppercut rips into my solar plexus, folding me forward with a grunt, gloves dropping instinctively to cover my midsection... and that’s when you target a left cross at my left eye, it slams in, rocking my head back, and I feel my eye is getting puffy, the skin turning darker. I pivot left, feet sharp, and unload a with a quick right hook to the temple trying rattle your balance...and a right cross towards your chin…”uggg!” I hiss through my mouth guard. (R1 1:20)
Camila_La_Magnífica: Both of us boxing toe to toe, not giving up much space, stepping in and out inches, but I keep your back towards the ropes as my uppercut and cross connect, the impact shooting down my long arms as you manage to counter quickly....PFFFF....your hook bangs into the side of my head with a mist of sweat exploding off my head and a ringing in my ears goes off for a few moments as I pull my gloves up and in tight, your cross banging into them, jostling them around my head as I keep in close, leaning forward...ISSS...ISSS...ISSS....banging out a left cross towards your cheek, right hook towards your chin, left hook towards the side of your head, swiping out quickly as I keep stepping forward, determined to box your back into the ropes...(R1 1:10)
Valenzuela: I get a spray of sweat as my hook cracks into the side of your head... clean shot... but my cross just bangs into your gloves. You’ve been changing levels... high, low, high again... a rhythm that’s tough to time, especially with the speed you’ve got. You’re sharp, and I’m still trying to catch your tempo. But I start thinking maybe I’ve figured you out... maybe you’ll run that pattern again. So when your left cross shoots toward my chin, I slip my head right, smooth... and drop my left glove to catch the body shot I know is coming... Only it never comes. BAM! A right hook creams my chin... blindsides me hard... and knocks me back a few steps. My head snaps to the side, and I can feel my mouthguard shift inside my jaw. I’m still trying to get my bearings when your left hook swipes right past my face... close enough to feel the wind off it. So much for being clever... I feel the ropes just inches behind me now... so I take a quick step to my right, circling out and resetting my guard to try to avoid getting trapped. (R1 1:00)
Camila_La_Magnífica: I feel the impact of my right bang into your chin as my left barley misses as your knocked back. A loud roar from the crowd fills the junkyard as you're near the ropes, looking to escape and recover as you step towards your right I step in to follow, snapping out my long left to control the range and try and wrangle your back from facing one set of ropes to another as I flick my left high and low, not looking to connect just yet, just to keep your gloves busy and you guessing what's next. I shift side to side, leaning forward and back as I look for an opening, stepping into a better punching range to back you up....pssst....pssst.....snapping out a stiff double left jab towards your head and gloves, hoping to keep your guard up as I step in again.....PAAA...PAAA...PAAA....twisting up with a right uppercut towards your chin, trying to punch behind your gloves and arms, shifting my weight with an overhand left towards your temple, also hunting behind your gloves as I twist I double up my right with another uppercut towards your beltline as I try and shoulder you back towards the ropes....(R1 0:50)
JUNKYARD RING LIVE PODCAST COMMENTARY: "And here comes Camila La Magnífica again, relentless! She’s stalking Val like a heat-seeking missile, using that long reach to snap out jabs like whips—pssst, pssst!—keeping Val’s gloves glued to her face. And now she steps in BOOM! a sharp uppercut splits the space between Valenzuela’s gloves, banging right under the chin! The veteran stumbles back yes, she's hurt! And Camila isn’t letting up—overhand left swinging for the temple now—swish!—just grazes, but Val’s against the ropes!" "Val tries to circle out to her right, but Camila cuts her off! Another uppercut, this time to the body PAAA! You can hear the breath punch out of Val as her abs contract in pain. Camila is shouldering her back into the ropes, one stiff jab after another, forcing Val to play defense." "And now, look at Valenzuela—that expression tells the whole story. No more smirks. Her brow’s tight, sweat streaking down her temples, jaw clamped so hard around that mouthguard you can hear her gritting through it. Her left eye’s starting to puff—early swelling there—and there’s fire behind the frustration. Her lips are pressed tight, breathing shallow, that famous Durango toughness written all over her face." "This is a war of attrition now. Camila’s putting on a clinic in distance control, but Val… Val’s not folding. That’s the look of a fighter storing energy for the storm she’s about to throw back. She's waiting measuring and if she finds the pocket, she’s gonna let hell fly."
09:48 Valenzuela: I hear the sound of the podcast commentator screaming into his mic, excited at the action. Your using your youth, reach, and footwork to control range, push pace, and chip away at me with clean, accurate combos, and your smart, slick, and not overcommitting. I know I gotta box my way of these ropes now, the hard way, as having reduced mobility is a major disadvantage, so here I go! I square up tight, classic peek-a-boo stance. Gloves high, tucked just beneath my eyes, elbows welded to my sides. Chin tucked, shoulders hunched. I start bobbing, left, right, left again. Short steps, forward pressure. I don’t need to dance, I just need to close that distance and stay there. I take another half step in, my head swaying like a pendulum. I feint a jab at your face, hoping to draw your guard high, then drop my right hand and send a hook low, aiming toward your waistline. Taking a tiny step forward, I twist my hips and shoot a short left hook toward your ribs, just under that lead elbow, testing your guard. And then I shift right and try to dig a right shovel hook in low, aiming for those floating ribs I stay low, driving forward with my shoulders, trying to push you back. You’re younger, faster and with a reach advantage, but I’m betting I’m meaner. (R1 0:40)
Valenzuela: My peek-a-boo stance on the ropes
Camila_La_Magnífica: I swing away, gloves tagging you as I keep on my toes, shifting my weight side to side while you reset yourself near the ropes and step into the pocket with me. I take a step back to give myself to move as you take small steps forward. I keep my right tucked near my chin, my left shifting levels as I keep it half cocked to counter. You jab out, but feint as I turn my right shoulder towards you to deflect....MMFFF...your hook digs into my lower abs with a loud THUD as air is forced past my pursed lips as I instinctively twist in with a short overhand left towards your head as you step in again....ISSSS....your left hook manages to tag me just below my tucked in elbow as I bend in with the impact a bit, gritting my teeth through my mouthguard as you start boxing your way off the ropes. I use some momentum as I shift in with a short right uppercut towards your chin, trying to tag you between your punches as I take a long stride back from your next right hook, barley getting out of the way as I step in behind it....ISSH...ISSH....popping out a straight left right towards your eye and nose, trying not to give up too much of the ring....
(R1 0:30)
(R1 0:30)Valenzuela: Some of my body shots find their mark as I work my way forward, determined to drag you into my kind of fight. But then, you shift gears—head hunting again. A short overhand left cracks into my forehead, snapping my head back with a sickening jolt. For a moment, the world tilts, dizziness clouding my balance, but I grit my teeth and press on, slamming a left hook into your side just beneath your tucked elbow. I see your right shoulder twitch and brace for the uppercut...THUNK.....my gloves catch it clean as I bend forward into my guard. But my follow-up hook misses as you step back like a ghost, and I overextend, off-balance. You don’t waste the opening. CRACK-CRACK! A straight left smashes into my eye, puffing it up, then your right snaps my nose back....hot blood dribbling instantly. My vision blurs, one eye swelling and I stagger a step into the ropes as I raise my guard back up. (R1: 0:20)
20:55 Camila_La_Magnífica: The crowd lets out a roar as a handful start chanting out "MAG-NIFI-CA....MAG-NIFI-CA!!!" as I box you back into the ropes, stepping in quickly...psss..pss...psss...popping out a long straight left right left towards your head and gloves, looking to box your nose and mouth or keep your gloves busy as I lean forward and shift in low....PAA...PAA...PAA....digging in a low right hook towards your ribs, swiping left hook towards your liver area, twisting up with a short right uppercut towards your chin, trying to split your gloves as the ten second round warning goes off in the distance while I grunt and shout with each punch....(R1 0:10)
Valenzuela: The crowd’s chant drills into my ears "MAG-NIFI-CA…MAG-NIFI-CA!!"—and it only fuels your rhythm. You close the distance with frightening precision, and I barely have time to brace before you start ripping into me like a storm. PSSS... PSSS... PSSS...—your straight shots flick out, popping my face back, keeping my guard locked high and panicked. My gloves twitch between trying to protect my bruised face and stay balanced, but you’re already down low now— PAA! PAA! PAA! "AGHNN" I grunt, your hook digs into my ribs, a sharp punch that steals my air. Then your left slashes across my side and I feel a white-hot bolt scream from my liver up into my spine, even tightening my abs won't halt the pain. My mouthguard clenches between my teeth. I try to duck, to move, anything but you’re already twisting— THUNK! Your uppercut explodes up through my gloves, cracking against my chin and snapping my head back hard enough to blur the lights. I stagger in place, the sound of the ten-second clapper ringing like a warning bell straight from hell. My legs shake and my body screams. But I plant my feet anyway, tightening my guard, biting down on everything, pain, pride, blood and prepare for the next bomb. DING! (R1 0:0)
Valenzuela: DING!
Camila_La_Magnífica: I get ready for another barrage as the seconds tick down, hoping to make it an early night as I step in and shift my weight...DING...the bell sounds and the ref slides between us before I can swing anything in, pushing me away as I take a moment and break, lightly jogging towards my corner, pumping a glove in the air and playing to the crowd some. I sit down in my corner as my trainer comes in the ring as takes my mouthguard out and gives me some water while I lean back on the turnbuckle...." Gran ronda Magnífica, you nearly had her out. Keep that pressure up and keep her at distance, she doesn't know what to do with you at distance..." I nod as he advises me, swiping some fresh Vaseline on my face as take some more water in, swish and spit into a nearby bucket, taking my mouthguard back in as the break timer ticks away...
23:37 Valenzuela: Thank God for that bell. I don’t walk to my corner....I drift, like something untethered. My legs feel like they belong to someone else, barely listening, each step more like a stumble. The crowd’s still roaring "MAG-NIFI-CA!", but it's muffled now, buried under the drumbeat in my ears and the burn in my ribs. My lungs are barely keeping up. I spit blood into the towel my corner's holding out, and slump down onto the stool
like my body just gave up pretending. My chin’s on fire, my ribs throb with every breath, and my left eye is a swollen slit. I don’t even see you anymore, just flashes of white light and pain where your gloves were. I lean forward, elbows on knees, trying to suck in air through bruised lungs and a cracked mouthguard. I’ve got sixty seconds to make sense of this, to find a second wind somewhere in the mess of me. I get to my feet, mouth guard back in, and then DING!!!!!!!!!! Shit, it's on again!
like my body just gave up pretending. My chin’s on fire, my ribs throb with every breath, and my left eye is a swollen slit. I don’t even see you anymore, just flashes of white light and pain where your gloves were. I lean forward, elbows on knees, trying to suck in air through bruised lungs and a cracked mouthguard. I’ve got sixty seconds to make sense of this, to find a second wind somewhere in the mess of me. I get to my feet, mouth guard back in, and then DING!!!!!!!!!! Shit, it's on again! Camila_La_Magnífica: The round warning goes off as I hop to my feet, bouncing lightly on my toes, shifting my weight side to side, still looking fresh and spry with a sheen of sweat on my skin....DING....the bell sounds as the ref comes center..."BOX!"...he yells, waving us in as I skip out towards center ring, looking to take control again early in the round, keeping my left glove moving, my right tucked near my chin, stepping in and out of punching range for a few moments as I judge some distance with a couple jabs, stepping every closer to the pocket as I look to wrangle your back towards the ropes early.....psss..psss...psss.....I hiss out a light double left jab towards your head and gloves, changing levels with a straight right towards your solar plexus to keep your gloves guessing, stepping in behind my straight....HAA...HA....HA...grunting and yelling out with an overhand left towards your head, twisting and shifting my weight with a right uppercut towards your beltline as I shift again with a short left hook towards your chin, throwing out fast and heavy punches, looking for openings and angles as the crowd looks on....(R2 2:50)
Valenzuela: DING! The round break was so short, I’m feeling stiff from the beating you gave me on the ropes in round1, and move out of my corner slowly. I barely finish adjusting my mouthguard before I hear the ref shout “BOX!” and you’re already skipping forward, quick, light, confident, all fire and momentum. I try to reset my stance, right glove tight to my cheek, left out to parry and poke. You test the range with those little pss-pss jabs, flicking at my gloves and head but they’re only distractions. You’re on me again before I can catch my breath, bouncing out of your corner like a panther, that sheen of sweat on your skin barely hiding how fresh you still look. I’m still breathing heavy, the aches of Round 1 radiating through my ribs and jaw. I use my right to paw off jabs at my head, and then use my forearms to take the straight right aimed at my solar plexus. I try to shuffle back, but you’re already closing the distance. HAA...HA...HA... You’re yelling as you launch an overhand left, and I throw up my right arm just in time to absorb most of it, the punch glancing off the top of my glove and rocking me anyway. Your speed, it’s like trying to fight a bolt of lightning. You shift again, fast, and your right uppercut drills into my beltline. My legs twitch from the impact. Then BANG! A short left hook smacks into my chin, turning my head and sending a mist of sweat spinning off into the lights. You’re throwing in combinations now... heavy ones... and my head’s spinning. The crowd's roaring, seeing two Mexican women box each other. I blink my eyes and fight back, throwing a right hook after your left, targeting your jaw, and then try to slam a right hook at the other jaw, now desperate to slow you down. (R1 2:40)
[RADIO COMMENTATOR – LIVE FROM THE JUNKYARD, ROUND 2: ]"Folks, we are seeing the wear and tear on the veteran now, from round 1, and it's brutal. Valenzuela, 'La Princesa,' the pride of Durango, is looking worse for wear after that blistering first round against the unbeaten Camila 'La Magnífica.' Her left eye is ballooning up fast from those surgical left hands Camila keeps slipping through. There's blood running from her nose, trickling over her lip, you can see her breathing through clenched teeth just to stay composed. And don’t even get me started on the bodywork, Camila’s been digging into those ribs like she’s trying to cave in the side of a building. That liver shot at the end of round 1 nearly folded Val in half! BUT HEY!!!!!Hey! Here we go, Round 2!!! Camila is coming on strong and fast…Val defending against a flurry of punches…but wow…uppercut to Val’s gut! Left hook to her jaw that twists her fast around….…but wait………Val is throwing a combo of hooks back at her fellow Mexican……….and………. yt
Valenzuela: *right hook, then left hook at your jaws
Camila_La_Magnífica: Determined to keep you on the back foot and box your back towards the ropes again early in the next round as I swing away, a couple big punches connecting as the shock ripples down my arms. Looking to tee up my next combo as I step forward slightly, leaning ever so slightly forward and then it comes....
....PFFFFF......PSSSSST.....I get the first real taste of what you're capable as your right hits high instead of my chin with a loud PAAAP, popping my head to the side with a mist of sweat from my hair, straining my neck as it stops me in my tracks. Your left quickly follows as it bangs into my chin with a spray of sweat and spittle streaming off the to of your glove, popping my head the opposite direction as the sound of your gloves deflating against my chin hisses out with another loud PAAAP and I step into you, wrapping my arms around your upper torso and hugging, looing to tangle us up for a moment to keep you from gaining any momentum as I try and walk us towards the ropes....(R2 2:30)
....PFFFFF......PSSSSST.....I get the first real taste of what you're capable as your right hits high instead of my chin with a loud PAAAP, popping my head to the side with a mist of sweat from my hair, straining my neck as it stops me in my tracks. Your left quickly follows as it bangs into my chin with a spray of sweat and spittle streaming off the to of your glove, popping my head the opposite direction as the sound of your gloves deflating against my chin hisses out with another loud PAAAP and I step into you, wrapping my arms around your upper torso and hugging, looing to tangle us up for a moment to keep you from gaining any momentum as I try and walk us towards the ropes....(R2 2:30) Valenzuela: I land my hooks, solid, satisfying blows that jolt your head and spray sweat from your face, but they’re not quite enough to send you crashing to the canvas. You’re younger, faster, and it shows. Before I can follow up, you close the distance and slam your body into mine, arms snaking around mine in a tight clinch. It’s a smart move, defensive, halting my momentum before I can build on my assault, and offensive too, as you lean your hot, sweat-slicked body into me. I feel your weight pressing down, forcing me backward, step by step, until my spine bows against the top rope. It groans under us, flexing deeply as I struggle to stay upright, my legs bracing under the strain of holding you up while trying not to give in. (R2 2:20)
Camila_La_Magnífica: Breathing hard but steady into your ear as I rest my chin on your shoulder while we hit the ropes. The ref close by..."Box out ladies, box out..." as we tangle up on the ropes as he finally steps in to peel us apart. Sliding his arm between our chests as I let got and he leads us a few steps from the ropes as I loosen up my arms and recover my stance..."BOX!"...he shouts while waving us towards each other and I step in....psss...psss...psss....popping out a double left jab and a straight right to keep your gloves busy as I step in toe to toe again....PAAA..PAA....shifting levels with a right uppercut towards your beltline, doubling with another towards your solar plexus....PAAA....yelling out with an overhand left towards the side of your head....(R2 2:10)
16:30 Valenzuela: It's a relief for me to have the ref intervene and break up the clinch, and allow me to move off from the ropes, but that clinch gave you the recovery time that you needed. Suddenly we are moved off from the ropes, and you're back on the offense, peppering my guard with jabs and right straights, forcing my guard high. Ugggggg.....suddenly a right uppercut comes up, smashing into my belt line, and forcing me to tighten my abs, but even so, it hurts as you have targeted me here before. Sweat rolls down my forehead as the impact of the uppercut jolts me forward a little, then uppercut swings up at my solar plexus, but I close my forearms to take the blow.....the closing of my middle though allows the overhand left to inch past my guard and slam cruelly into my right ear. I grit my teeth, and then decide to try to get on the offense, you are doing a great job at keeping me pinned down, but I have to try to break out with a 1-2 jab/cross towards you guard, and then I weave low, and try a 1-2 jab/cross at your belt line, and then start to raise up. (R2 2:00)
[RING SIDE COMMENTATOR] “Alright folks, we’re well into Round 2 and “And now ‘BOX! shouts the ref as he sends them back into the storm!” “Camila wastes zero time. She steps in with that trademark jabs and a sharp straight right, all meant to keep Valenzuela’s gloves occupied high up. And it's working! Val’s guard comes up, and BOOM! A vicious right uppercut sneaks under, smashing into the beltline! Val stiffens, she’s been hit there before in this bout, and Camila’s not forgetting her targets tonight!” “And look at this…………..Camila’s already doubling down, another uppercut, this one climbing right toward the solar plexus, Valenzuela closes up just in time to catch it on her forearms, but she’s compressed now, and PAAHH!! AN OVERHAND LEFT comes crashing in from the blind side and SLAMS into Val’s right ear! A devastating shot that nearly turns her head sideways!” “Valenzuela’s reeling but not rattled, she plants her feet and fires back, classic 1-2 jab-cross combo to push La Magnifica's guard back, then drops low and fires a second 1-2 toward the beltline….. " (R2 2:00) yt
Camila La Magnífica Keeping your back near the ropes as I swing away again, looking to time my combos, keeping your gloves busy and guessing as you look to gain some ground. Stepping into you after my overhand to try and take some power away I tuck my right near my cheek and turn in as you jab out, deflecting....PSSS.....your cross though gets over my extended left, popping into my mouth as I take a step back....MFF....UNFF...your switch levels unexpectedly, working my exposed body as you rip a sharp 1-2 into my abs, forcing me to grunt as I shift my weight, twisting in with another overhand left towards the side of your head, punching downwards as you've lowered yourself. I backpedal a few steps to give myself some room to reset and work afterwards, getting my gloves back up in position as I bob and weave in front of you, extending my left out and waving it around, changing levels with it, using it as a distraction, like a matador's cape, feining jabs as I lurch forward....PAAA...PAA...PAA...yelling out again with a straight right down the middle towards your nose and mouth, trying to split your gloves, stepping forward again as I change up and shift in with a hard right hook towards your obliques, doubling with a right cross towards your chin....(R2 1:50)
08:01 Valenzuela: My first jab meets leather—your right glove batting it aside like it’s nothing. Still, I feel a flicker of hope when my right cross clips your mouth. It lands, but it’s hollow. No weight behind it. You’re already stepping out, defusing it before it can even matter. I drop low, trying to work your body. I need to slow you down. I need to feel like I’m in this fight. My glove pounds your abs once, , I never see the overhand left. CRACK! It SLAMS into the side of my face over my extended right. I stagger, knees buckling, nearly dropping right then and there. But I rise, gloves up, trying to reset, trying to find you but you're gone. You're already outside my range, bobbing and weaving as you come forward. My head’s buzzing from the overhand left, crowd is roaring like devils, then you come back, gloves tight, bobbing, weaving, changing levels. I try to read you, but it’s all static in my brain. You wave that left glove around like a magician’s hand, distracting me, daring me to focus on the wrong thing. I reach out with my right to swat it down, ready to fire a cross behind it, A right straight splits my gloves and detonates on my nose. My head whips back violently, a spray of spit and sweat explodes off my face. I gasp, can’t even tell if I screamed or not. Before I can flinch, PAAKK! A savage right hook drills into my obliques. My body caves on instinct, ribs folding in, eyes wide as I cry out from the stab of pain. My glove drops. My breath leaves me. And then, CRACK!! Another right. A right cross. Right to the button. Right to my chin. I stepped into it, you timed it perfectly. I’m on my ass, legs splayed, one glove on the mat, the other dangling. Mouth open. Breathing like I’m trying to pull air from underwater. Three rights in a row, expecting a left, ready to defend for a left…..and my ass is on the canvass. (R2 1:40)
[RINGSIDE COMMENTATOR – LIVE CALL] “Valenzuela with the jab, parried! Camila deflects it! Val follows with a cross that barely clips the mouth, but Camila’s already stepping back, taking the sting right off it! Slick, clinical footwork from the 19-year-old!” “And now Val drops low, digging into La Magnifica’s abs, but wait…a devastating overhand left SLAMS into Val’s face, crashing over her extended right hand! That one nearly folds her legs! “Val’s trying to reset, but Camila’s already vanished from range, then she’s back! Bobbing, weaving, stalking in with tight gloves and tighter footwork! Val’s eyes are wide, trying to track her,but she can’t keep up!” “Camila starts waving that lead left like a magician’s cape, feinting high, dipping low, pulling focusm and Val reaches out with her right, trying to catch it....OH NO!! That’s the bait! That’s the trap!!” “A blistering right straight pierces the middle of Val’s guard, snapping her head back! She’s wide-eyed, spit flying! And Camila’s not done!!” “A BRUTAL right hook to the obliques!! Val folds, she gasps, "AND ANOTHER RIGHT! A perfectly timed right cross to the chin as Val steps in! HER HEAD SNAPS BACK AND SHE’S DOWN!! VALENZUELA IS DOWN!!" “She crumples to the canvas, sitting up but dazed, legs out, one glove down, the other limp by her side. Mouth open, eyes foggy, she’s breathing like she’s drowning in thin air!” Crowd explodes , people on their feet, screaming, whistling, stomping. Camila stands over her, gloves up, expression calm. Cold. Clinical. “AND THE REF STEPS IN!” “He’s counting! One... Two... Val blinks—she’s conscious! Three... Four... She leans forward, trying to find the ropes... Five... Six...” “She's fighting to rise , glove presses to the canvas... Seven... She's up on one knee now, this is heart, ladies and gentlemen—this is grit! Eight... She's up! Val’s up! Unsteady, gloves raised, nodding at the ref....she wants to go!” “AND THE REF SIGNALS ‘BOX!’ AND WE’RE BACK ON!!” yt
08:12 Valenzuela: (R2 1:30)
Valenzuela
(R2 1:30)
Camila La Magnífica I grunt and shout with my punches, on the hunt as the impact of my gloves ripple up my arms...
....,my left finds it's mark, opening you up as I keep the pressure on...
... keeping my left right near my chin as I hammer rights into you, stepping forward as I look to switch up for another barrage as my last right winds up putting you down as I nearly trip over you before the ref comes between us, pushing me back and pointing towards a neutral corner as I pop my gloves together and pivot with a smile on my face, jogging over to a corner as I lean back on the turnbuckle, breathing hard but steady, beads of sweat trickling down my forehead and chest as the ref counts you down.....
....I watch as you manage to get up by the eight count as the ref looks you over once and waves us in. I jog out of the corner, cutting off the ring from you to keep you near the ropes again, shifting my weight side to side as I bob and weave, changing levels and step in, looking to pick your guard apart with the basics....psss...psss....psss.....coming in with a stiff left jab towards your head and gloves, followed by a 1-2 jab cross, stepping forward again...ISS...ISS...ISS..ISSH.....intensifying my punches as I stick out a straight left, right towards your mouth and nose as I change levels with a left hook towards your liver and a right cross towards your chin....(R2 1:20)
....,my left finds it's mark, opening you up as I keep the pressure on... ... keeping my left right near my chin as I hammer rights into you, stepping forward as I look to switch up for another barrage as my last right winds up putting you down as I nearly trip over you before the ref comes between us, pushing me back and pointing towards a neutral corner as I pop my gloves together and pivot with a smile on my face, jogging over to a corner as I lean back on the turnbuckle, breathing hard but steady, beads of sweat trickling down my forehead and chest as the ref counts you down..... ....I watch as you manage to get up by the eight count as the ref looks you over once and waves us in. I jog out of the corner, cutting off the ring from you to keep you near the ropes again, shifting my weight side to side as I bob and weave, changing levels and step in, looking to pick your guard apart with the basics....psss...psss....psss.....coming in with a stiff left jab towards your head and gloves, followed by a 1-2 jab cross, stepping forward again...ISS...ISS...ISS..ISSH.....intensifying my punches as I stick out a straight left, right towards your mouth and nose as I change levels with a left hook towards your liver and a right cross towards your chin....(R2 1:20) Valenzuela
The crowd roars as the ref motions for the fight to continue, everyone loving the battle between two Mexicana boxeadoras. You come out of the corner fast, cutting off my exit from my own corner. And its on again, you start off with a high volume of rapid fire straight punches to lock my guard high, keeping me in defense, and keeping me in the corner. Your bobbing and weaving keep me guessing as to where the next punch will target, and me trying to stay covered as i cant afford another knock down or worse. Your stamina and speed are hard to deal with. I use my guard to block the left at my mouth, then drop my right in time to parry the hook to my liver, but the right cross thunders across and snaps into my chin, rocking my head back, sweat and saliva spraying everywhere from the impact. I stumble back into the padded turnbuckle, and come out fighting trying jab towards your forehead and an overhand right at your temple, attempting to go over your guard, feeling desperation sink in.
10:48 PM: Valenzuela
Rt 2 1:10
10:57 PM: Valenzuela
Camila La Magnífica I keep the pressure on, looking to get you back on the ropes and open you up again as I swing away while you look desperate, turtling up behind your gloves and shifting around until I get a hard cross through, boxing you into a corner as I step in, looking to keep up the pace....PSSSH....PSSSHH.....you swing out while I'm setting up between punches. Your jab pops into my forehead as your glove flattens against it with a splash of sweat as your overhand bangs into the side of my head with a halo of sweat flying off, stunning me for a moment as I step into you, wrapping my left around your shoulder....USSHH...USSHH....twisting in two short, hard rights to your obliques before wrapping my other arm around your waist in a clinch, leaning you back on the ropes as I shift my weight around, getting leverage with my taller height to put pressure on your stance, freeing up my right a bit....ppsss....psss....psss....and tapping in three short rabbit punches to your backside and kidney as the ref steps in to keep an eye on the action..."Box out ladies, box out!".....(R2 1:00)
7:57 AM: Valenzuela
Every time I try to inch in, to get to that close in place where I do my best work, this Mexicana beats me to the mark and punishes me severely. My bruised right eye and ribs are testament to this. I’m looking for the infight, trying to break the range, but you’re keeping it long, snapping out jabs and crosses that I’m forced to absorb behind a high shell. I’m not just getting hit, I’m getting out-positioned. The crowd roars, as they love seeing a young fighter strut their stuff in the ring. You’ve been firing off a high volume of punches, and bobbing and weaving making it hard for me to target with effective punches. But even so, I now manage to land a stiff jab into your forehead, feel the pop against your skull, then crack an overhand into the side of your head. I see your momentary flinch, hope for a second that I’ve stunned you, but rather than retreat, you step into me, wrapping your long arm around my right shoulder, and pushing my back into the ropes. I realise that you’re not clinching to stall, but rather clinching to control me and the action. mtc
Valenzuela
“Usshh! Usshh!” Two compact, brutal rights slam into my obliques, digging into the meat of my side causing pain to radiate, sharp and deep, right under my ribs, my breath stutters, and I sag a little. Then you shift your weight again, being taller than me, gaining that inside leverage now, leaning into me, pinning me against the ropes while freeing up more of your right arm “Pss... pss... pss...” Three short, cheap rabbit punches slap into my lower back and kidney. They’re not fight-ending, but they sting and are cumulative. Illegal-ish, yeah but acceptable in a ring like this, as the ref watches, throwing out a half-hearted “Box out ladies, box out!”. My core’s burning. My mouth is open, drawing breath in greedy, uneven gulps and I need to get out of this clinch and try to outbox you at range. You’ve got me wrapped up good, your left arm slung heavy over my shoulder, your right tapping in those sneaky rabbit punches to my lower back. You’re taller, leaning in just enough to take the air out of me while the crowd eats it up. I twist my hips a bit and shift my weight. Then I push my left forearm up into your throat, right beneath your jaw. Not very polite, but do I give a fuck? Painful? I sure hope so. Then I shift my balance, and twist hard under your left arm, dragging my right arm down and out from under your hold as I pivot to my left. My shoulder bumps into your chest as I roll under your clinch, breaking contact. I push off the ropes with my back foot, creating just enough separation and start to move off to the centre of the ring. (R2 0:50)
[JUNKYARD RING – LIVE COMMENTARY | R2 – FINAL MINUTE] “That last exchange was brutal. You saw Val throw everything she had…..jab, overhand right…..and she even stunned Camila for a second! But that clinch? That was all strategy. Camila absorbed the impact, then weaponized her height, used it to pin Val to the ropes and then pounded those obliques like a side of beef, and those rabbit punches to the kidneys? Borderline legal. But this ain’t Madison Square Garden, this is The Junkyard. “Now Val’s out of the clinch, found an angle, pushed off, credit to her grit, but she is looking battered, she’s got a bruised eye, bloody nose, and that body work done on her by La Magnifica must be slowing her down!” Now here’s the question… “Does Camila stay calculated and cautious, protect her flawless 10-0 record? Or does she go full predator mode and try to finish the veteran right here in Round 2?” yt
Camila La Magnífica We jockey for position on the ropes as they shake and strain as I try and move you back into the nearby corner, but you start to squirm out of the clinch, your forearm arching my neck back as the ref comes in closer, ready to step in but backs off as to pivot out and under my arms and into the ring as I take a deep breath, popping my gloves together as I pivot and side step out with you, giving myself a little room between us to reset as I bob and weave, on my toes again...
... I step in, pawing my left out to test some distance as I look for openings, lazily pawing my left glove out at different levels, looking to keep your gloves up and busy. Feeling out my range I start to stab out my left with a more intent....PSSS...PSSSS.....snapping out a sharp, long, double left jab towards your head and gloves, looking to open them up before stepping in again....PAA...PAA...PAAA...coming in with another left jab, but pulling it back with a feign as I change levels with a straight right towards your solar plexus, cocking my right back as I tuck in and twist up with right uppercut towards your midsection while keeping my left loose and low as I twist and shift my weight, winding up with a low left bolo punch, looking for your chin....(R2 0:40)
... I step in, pawing my left out to test some distance as I look for openings, lazily pawing my left glove out at different levels, looking to keep your gloves up and busy. Feeling out my range I start to stab out my left with a more intent....PSSS...PSSSS.....snapping out a sharp, long, double left jab towards your head and gloves, looking to open them up before stepping in again....PAA...PAA...PAAA...coming in with another left jab, but pulling it back with a feign as I change levels with a straight right towards your solar plexus, cocking my right back as I tuck in and twist up with right uppercut towards your midsection while keeping my left loose and low as I twist and shift my weight, winding up with a low left bolo punch, looking for your chin....(R2 0:40) Valenzuela
I’ve broken the clinch and move back towards the ring, but you are quick to follow. I guard up in a peek-a-boo stance, good for defence of head, not so good for striking back, or body defence, but staying alive until the bell is now the name of the game. You follow me quickly so I move back towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. I’m watching carefully, that wicked left glove, as it extends, and starts to make confusing motions going to different levels, as does your body as you bob and weave. A sudden double jab strikes out, smashing into my guard, which I keep high and tight, I’m happy enough to block these, and that third jab, that never comes, but not realising it, my elbows widen and then BAM!!! You drill a straight right between my gloves, landing a clean plexus shot, that bends me forward, gasping for air as pain radiates outward from the impact. I’m bending forward when a split second later that right comes in again as an uppercut that POUNDS into my floating ribs, further magnifying the pain in my midsection that has been badly bruised over two rounds. My knees involuntary buckle and I realise that this Mexicana boxing bitch is gonna score her second knockdown of the fight, as my mouth opens in a big O shape, but it gets so much worse. That left is coming in like a red blur, a low arching bolo punch that connects on my chin with a violent sickening POP!
9:42 AM: Valenzuela
9:42 AM: Valenzuela
My head snaps upward like it’s been uppercut by a truck, sweat launching from my face in a spray, my brain rattling inside my skull. My knees hit the canvass and my legs fold awkwardly under me, as I collapse backwards, my head hitting one of the ropes and then being supported by the ropes…I get a glimpse of you standing over me gloves up, 
smirking as my eyes roll back and my lights go out.
smirking as my eyes roll back and my lights go out.[RING ANNOUNCER – adrenaline rushing, voice crackling through the mic as the crowd explodes] “AND IT’S OVER!! IT’S OVER!! CAMILA ‘LA MAGNÍFICA’ ENDS IT WITH A DEVASTATING BOLO PUNCH!!” The announcer’s voice cuts above the roar of the crowd. “Valenzuela crumbles....SENT TO THE CANVAS in a heap after a BRUTAL body assault, and that wicked, whiplash left! She’s out cold, slumped on the ropes, she never saw it coming! The ref waves it off immediately....no count, no doubt!” “What. A. Finish. The jab set it up, the straight right took her breath, the uppercut broke her down and set her up for that bolo punch! La Magnífica just those red boxing gloves to dominate the seasoned boxer Valenzuela, ending 5 and a half minutes of boxing with a clean and wicked KO!” yt
Camila La Magnífica I walk you down, closing the distance as I bob and weave, using angles as I pick apart your guard as I grunt with my punches as they break through and in a flash you're down on the canvas, tangled along the ropes, the ref pushing me aside as he calls he calls the fight and I celebrate around the ring. I go to my corner, gloves being taken off as my face is toweled off, breathing hard but steady. My midsection slightly red from what punches you got off as we're called center ring and the KO is made official as the ref raises my fist in the air....
9:43 AM: Valenzuela
After rising up off the canvass. 10:22 AM: Valenzuela
Young Prodigy Camila 'La Magnífica' Dominates Veteran Valenzuela in Junkyard Boxing Clash
By Sports Journal Reporter
In a gritty, action-packed bout at the infamous underground boxing venue known simply as "The Junkyard," unbeaten Mexican boxing sensation Camila "La Magnífica" delivered a devastating performance, defeating veteran fighter Carla "La Princesa" Valenzuela by second-round knockout.
Billed as a battle of youth versus experience, the 19-year-old Camila entered the ring with a flawless record of 10-0, while 30-year-old Valenzuela stepped in with a record of 20 wins and 23 losses, hoping to prove her resilience against another youthful challenger. Despite Valenzuela's extensive preparation to sharpen her reflexes and timing, Camila’s reach, speed, and relentless aggression proved insurmountable.
From the opening bell, Camila immediately asserted dominance, effectively utilizing her longer jab and quick combinations to keep Valenzuela under constant pressure. Valenzuela had moments of success, landing solid punches, especially in close-range exchanges, but she consistently struggled with Camila's youthful speed and precision.
Punch statistics from the fight underscore Camila’s overwhelming advantage:
Camila "La Magnífica" Punch Stats:
Total Punches Thrown: 94
Total Punches Landed: 57 (61% accuracy)
Carla Valenzuela Punch Stats:
Total Punches Thrown: 57
Total Punches Landed: 26 (46% accuracy)
The end came spectacularly in the second round, after Camila delivered a perfectly-timed, devastating three-punch combination: a piercing straight right to the solar plexus, a crippling right uppercut to the body, and finally, a vicious left bolo punch that snapped Valenzuela’s head upwards, sending her crashing down onto the canvas unconscious.
The referee immediately halted the bout without a count, recognizing the severity of the knockout. Camila celebrated her victory by raising her gloves triumphantly, maintaining her unbeaten streak, now improved to 11-0, with 3 knockouts.
After the match, Valenzuela, though visibly bruised and battered, received medical attention promptly and was cleared shortly afterward.
Camila "La Magnífica" solidifies her rising reputation as one of boxing's most promising talents, while Valenzuela faces the challenging prospect of reassessing her career trajectory after another brutal defeat at the hands of youthful competition.
Published: 2025-04-26, viewed 155 times.
Brad Janus
2025-05-30 00:29Loved the fight... amazing graphics, commentary, and such... very immersive. Valenzuela, looks like I'll need to teach Miss La Magnífica a boxing lesson for you - lol..... both of you, nice story. I really liked this one..a LOT
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-05-30 06:26(In reply to this)
Thank you so much Brad, it is very much appreciated!