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Valenzuela: Yesterday I showed up at the Nuevo Laredo Boxing Arena for weigh-ins ahead of my fight with a 20-year-old German rookie named Sophie "Sweet Punch." Cute nickname, let’s see if she still likes it after tomorrow night. I hit the scale at 125 lbs, right on target. No shock there. I’ve been skipping the cantina and keeping my cravings for cerveza in check. She stepped up next, tall and blonde, clocking in at 124 lbs. Again, no surprises.
Valenzuela: I didn’t bother exchanging words. I’m not here to make friends. Boxing is personal for me, and tomorrow we’ll be trying to punch each other into next week. I gave her a smirk—cold, confident and nothing more. I don’t know much about her and don’t care to. I don’t follow women’s boxing in Germany. What I do know is she’s 12 years younger, and that usually means fast hands and fresh legs. Fine. I’ve got something she doesn’t, grit, scars, and ring time.
Valenzuela: They asked us to pose for the cameras in our weigh in bikinis, with our fists up. I squared up, let the flash catch my eyes, and stepped away. No theatrics, no fake tension. I went back, got dressed, and started thinking about how to cut her speed down and put her on the canvas. She’s in for a boxing war, Mexican style.
Mexican and German Boxers Looking Tough at the Weigh In:
Valenzuela: As I’m walking out of the arena, someone fills me in on who this Sophie Richter “Sweet Punch” really is. Turns out she’s no beginner. The girl has an amateur record of 28 wins and just 3 losses, and she’s already a three-time German Amateur Boxing Champion. On top of that, she’s got a pro record of 3 wins and 1 loss. Not bad for someone who’s only 20. It’s hard to say how that stacks up against my own record of 23 wins, 29 losses, a mix of pro fights, amateur matches, and even a few bareknuckle bouts thrown in from back in the day. That kind of history doesn’t look tidy on paper, but numbers don’t always tell the full story. I’ve fought some of the best fighters here and abroad. At her age, she’ll probably be quick on her feet, with fast hands and even faster recovery. Her record tells me she’s got a good fight IQ too. But I doubt she’s ever gone toe-to-toe with someone like me before, someone who can eat shots, keep pressing forward, and land hard shots that eventually drop them. This is going to be one fucking exciting fight.
Sophie_sweet_punch: If someone had told me two years ago, that I would be a professional boxer and fighting in Mexico, I would have laughed at him for sure. And here I am. In front of a small arena in a place I have never heard about. My opponent is quite experienced and ‚doable‘ as my manager said. She looks quite confident as she steps on the scale and makes the weight. I step on and make weight easily. We were told to pose for the cameras, and that's about all we do. She doesn‘t seem to be interested in trash talk and neither am I. So we just stare into each others eyes. Cold, confident, I believe I can see her experience. On the way back to the hotel, my coach starts to talk about her stats- again. And about the videos we had seen so many times now. I barely listen. Instead I visualize the fight. How I dance her out, wear down her stamina and finish her. We have a plan to win, and I will make that work. (mtc)
Sophie_sweet_punch: The next day we get back to the arena in time and find my locker room - small but enough for me. I start to change into my fight outfit. First my Nike Pro pantys and my professional groin guard. My breathing rhythm changes as I put my bra with the chest protection cups on - not that I really need it, I‘m just used to it. My white sports bra with gold trim tops up my upper part and my white trunks with my nickname embroidered in gold. My coach knees down to tie my Adidas Speedex Ultra boxing boots. I close my eyes and visualize the fight again while my cutwoman starts to wrap my hands with the usual extra padding. Finally she puts my gloves over the wraps and ties them thoroughly. I feel the gloves around my fists and open my eyes again. Cleto Reyes 8oz - I always wanted to fight with these. I get up and start some padwork with my coach. Quick punches, some combos. Sweat starts to build on my skin. I am ready. So damn ready. When can I finally get into that ring?
Valenzuela: The fight’s happening tonight, and I’m alone in my changing room, bare walls, flickering light overhead, and the muffled thump of the crowd bleeding through the concrete. This is the undercard, in a no-frills arena near the edge of Nuevo Laredo. Border-town boxing. Four rounds, two minutes each. Just enough time to do damage if you know how. I sit on the splintered bench, lacing up my white boxing shoes, already in my fight gear, pink and black sports bra, short matching trunks, snug and sharp. First, my trainer wraps my fists tight with gauze and then my fists are tucked inside white 8 oz Everlast gloves :
Valenzuela with wrapped fists, strong and tough:
Valenzuela posing before the fight, looking tough:
My long dark hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, practical and fierce, just like me. I know I’ll be in the ring with a 20-year-old blonde from Germany who thinks her nickname, “Sweet Punch,” means something in this part of the world. But I’m not underestimating her, I know what youth brings, speed, reflexes, a second wind when you shouldn’t have one. She’s got a record and a rep. But she doesn’t have my scars. She hasn’t taken the hits I’ve taken and kept walking forward. I’ve been in clean fights, dirty ones, and everything in between. I’ve bled on canvas in front of people and gotten up to win. Professional rules apply tonight, but this ain’t Vegas. Three knockdowns in one round and it’s over, but out here, that usually means someone doesn’t get back up the third time. Then there’s a knock on the door. Not a word, just the knock. Time to go out. I pull on my silk robe, stand, roll my shoulders, and crack my neck once each side as I move down the hall to the small arena where something like a couple of hundred people are waiting see some clever boxing. mtc
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Nuevo Laredo Boxing Arena for tonight’s undercard bout, four two minute rounds of action in the featherweight division!” “Introducing first—fighting out of the blue corner, wearing pink and black trunks, standing five feet three inches tall, weighing in at 125 pounds… she is a seasoned warrior with heart, grit, and heavy hands… representing Mexico with pride and fury… CARLOTTA ‘LA PRINCESA’ VALENZUELA!” “At 32 years of age, with the scars and skill of a true ring veteran, she’s here to prove that experience beats youth every time. Keep your eyes on her because when the bell rings, she doesn’t come to dance… she comes to drop bombs.” “Let’s hear it for… Carlotta Valenzuela!”
Valenzuela: The music hits, bass thumping through the cracked speakers of the Nuevo Laredo Boxing Arena, and I feel that switch flip inside me. The crowd roars or maybe they just stomp and shout, half drunk and half wild, but either way, I’m feeding off it. I step out from behind the curtain, chin up, shoulders loose, my long dark hair pulled tight in a ponytail. Pink and black trunks hugging my hips, white gloves flexing with every step. I don’t walk, I strut. This is Mexico: not Germany! This is heat, sweat, blood-on-the-ropes kind of fighting. She doesn’t know what she’s in for. I step up onto the apron, duck through the ropes, and stretch my arms out wide like I own the place. I walk to my corner and give my gloves one last shake, bouncing on my toes as the ref gives me a nod.
Valenzuela walking into the arena looking confident and proud:
“And now, fighting out of the red corner, wearing white and gold trunks, standing five feet seven inches tall, weighing in at 124 pounds... she is a three-time German Amateur Champion with a sharp record of 28 wins and just 3 defeats in the amateur ranks, now making waves in the pros with a record of 3 and 1...” “From Berlin, Germany... fast, focused, and fiercely disciplined... she’s known for her precision, her footwork, and that clinical finishing touch they call the ‘Sweet Punch’... SOPHIE... RICHTER... SWEET PUNCH!” “Trained for speed, built for control—this young fighter steps into enemy territory tonight to prove that German steel can cut through Mexican fire.”
Sophie_sweet_punch: With the fight just seconds away, my coach gets into my vision. His hands touch my shoulders. ‚Listen, Sophie. You‘ve got this. 4 rounds of 2 minutes, almost like your amateur fights. That's your home turf. Don‘t hold back. If she steps in, make her pay for that. Use your hands, and shock the world! Fight your fight!“ I simply nod as he slaps my face lightly and I start to smile. Music echoes through the concrete walls, almost covering the knock on my door. I slip into my white and gold robe and we head out of the locker room. I keep shaking out my feet and hands and hear the announcer shout again, this time my music comes on and I step out of the doors. My right hand raised to the ceiling and smiling confidently as I take my time to walk to the ring. No more show, I keep staring at the ring where my opponent waits in the blue corner. As we arrive, my coach steps up first to open up the ropes a bit and I slip through. I then send a respectful nod towards your corner and walk into my own, resting my back against the corner post while I look right at you and try to find any signs in your body language.
Sophie entering the arena looking calm and determined:
Valenzuela: I stare straight at you as you enter the ring, as though my dark Latina eyes could punch holes in you. No such luck, so I guess I’ll have to use my gloved fists for that. I keep my expression blank, not wanting to reveal anything, as I roll my shoulders up and down. The ref calls us to the ring centre, and goes over his rules, the usual, "break clean when I say break, protect yourselves at all time, no punching below the belt line, touch gloves now if you wish" Do I wanna do that? Not really, but with a smirk on my face, I stick out my gloves and hiss through my bluish gumshield….”Your gonna lose big, chica!” and then back away to my corner to await the bell, watching you the whole time. I begin to bounce lightly on my feet, punch the air a few times, and form an orthodox stance, left glove and foot leading. DING! DING! DING! The bell rings, and the ref waves us out. I move towards the ring centre, bobbing from side to side, and try to turn my body in a diagonal towards you, left glove extended, right glove back near my chin, elbows tucked in.
Sophie_sweet_punch: We meet in the center and we play the same game. Staring right into each others eyes without any reaction. The ref asks to touch gloves, you stick yours out, so I give them a decent bump and smile. Your words reach my ears, but I just smile and walk back. Is she more insecure than she shows? My white mouthpiece with SOPHIE on it in gold shows while I smile and settle into my stance, orthodox just as you. With the bell I come out fast and try to claim the center. I reach it first and start to circle left, you do the same, showing almost no open spots. I step into range quick and out again, repeat it with a feinted jab. Testing your reactions. And then I throw a first real jab, aimed right at your nose. And a second one aimed at your chest before I step back and guard up again. No need to rush yet.
Valenzuela: We both move to the ring centre, and you show off your speed by reach it first. A useless display of youthful energy. We both now face each other for a moment, guard up before we begin to circle:
Tough boxers Val and Sophie squaring off after the bell:
You dart in at me, fast like, but then only throw a feinted jab, I don't but into it. You then try a real jab at my nose, but I raise my white gloves and block it, another jab comes at me, this time at my chest, it smacks me hard, and I grunt, but react fast, as you try try to step back, I lunge forward at you fast, trying to throw a right hook over your left shoulder to target your jaw line, and then a fast left straight towards your chin, and then try to move back quick.
Valenzuela: (R1 1:40)
Sophie_sweet_punch: You don‘t fall for the feint, ok. My first jab hits your guard, the second one makes contact. Still you react fast and try to chase me down. I am a bit faster in my backward movement and your right hook falls short and passes by in front of me. It’s a proof of your aggression. Then your left touches my right glove, slips through and tags my chin- not with full force, but still I feel it. Now I stop my backsteps and plant my feet down hard. I know my reach is a lot longer than yours and so I twist my body in for a hard right cross aimed at your left eyebrow, and then move forward to keep the pace high and throw a right hook towards your tensed abs, looking to hit right at your navel.
Sophie_sweet_punch: (R1 1:30)
Valenzuela: My right hook misses the jaw line because of your quick back peddling, showing how fast you are, but I keep moving forward, perhaps more of a stumble forward and my left straight slips though your guard to tag your chin with moderate force, still, it takes you by surprise, as I can see it in your shiny blue eyes. But your feet plant solidly and your fire a nasty right cross into my right eyebrow before I can come back to guard, I can feel your knuckles as your glove compresses over my eyebrow, as my head snaps back, and a little moisture as a tiny cut opens up. It happens faster than I can dodge it, and I blink once, vision flaring at the edges, but I keep my feet. It stings, but ain't no flood of blood. You keep coming forward, turning as you bury a right hook into my tensed stomach, right at the navel. I grunt, folding slightly from the blow:
Sophie landing a body shot, bending Val forward:
Now you are in close, and I’m able to counter punch fast with a left hook towards the side of your face, hoping to get it in before your right glove goes back to guard, then I twist and follow with a tight right uppercut, trying to bury it in your lower floating ribs, dipping at my knees to try to bring my right glove under your elbows. (R1 1:20 )
Sophie_sweet_punch: Seasoned fighters often have a thin skin on their eyebrows - and you are no exception to this rule. My right connects solidly and I see a little cut opening - not bleeding much, but enough to present an inviting target for more attacks. Then the hook hits your hard abs - and gives them a first test, forcing air out of your lungs for the first time. We are toe to toe early and now I know, I'm in the danger zone. I rush to bring my right back to guard and try to step back. You step forward just as fast as I am now and all I can do is tense my neck and take your left. It slams into my cheek and rattles my head. Luckily it didn't hit with full force, so I shake my head, smile and continue stepping back. Just enough to see the uppercut pass in front of me - or where I could have been. My left pops out almost automatically to bring a crisp jab right at your nose to use the gap your overextended right created before you can guard up again. And then add a right cross aimed at your solar plexus. I am in my range now - and try to keep you out of yours.
Sophie_sweet_punch: (R1 1:10)
Valenzuela: My left hook collides with the side of your face, and I can see in your eyes that you are annoyed at getting tagged, in spite of your smile. Tensing your neck, though, keeps your head and brain from rattling around. My uppercut misses significantly, my right glove swinging in front of you as you move back. A crisp jab snaps out that goes between my gloves, popping me in the nose, my nose twitches, and my eyes water a little from the sting, but the nose is not bleeding from the blow. That jab was too fast to avoid, and my glove was too much out of place to block it! That right cross then fires, but I am already pivoting on my left foot to go diagonally at you, swinging my body clockwise, so that your glove passes in front of me, just glancing over my midsection and missing my solar plexus. I now realise I have an opportunity and push forward quickly off my trailing right leg and pop off a double left jab over your right arm towards your mouth/chin, and then try to keep the pressure up with a right shovel hook towards your navel, twisting at my hips to increase the power, hoping to knock the wind out of you. I keep moving forward wanting to stay in tight and deny you your reach. (R1 1:00).
Sophie_sweet_punch: My jab hits your nose- or rather touches it, as it was almost out of range. You twist out of the way of my right fist and now I overextend a bit and take two quick jabs- the first tags my mouth, really annoying, the second touches my chin. Damn, she‘s even more aggressive than I thought before! You keep fighting in the close distance and I see the hook coming. My abs are tensed and take the blow, I am forced to breathe out a bit, but not too hard. In my head I thank my coach for all those hard ab-workouts. And as you don’t plan on extending the distance, it’s time now for me to show a side most won‘t expect. I push off my right and twist my hip as I unload a heavy right uppercut looking to crash it through your chin. In my fight camp, we practiced this for days, and it is now a quick but still devastatingly hard punch, I hope to surprise you with that and then step back again with a double jab, aimed roughly for your nose/mouth (R1 0:50)
Valenzuela: My right hook lands, but you have tensed your abs, and my right gloved fist just finds a solid wall to bang on. You're in close now, chica, where I excel. So let’s brawl. You try to sneak an uppercut now, I sense your body coil. You drop your right slightly, twist, and there it is, I dip my head down and towards your left shoulder just as your right glove flies up. The uppercut whips past my left ear and hits nothing but air. It’s a pretty punch, but wasted. And now you are stepping back quick, to send out a double jab combo at my mouth, and ohhhhh….the first one pops me, making me bite down hard on my mouth guard, making sweat fly off my face, the second one I weave under and step forward, and try to bang a left and right hook into your lower floating ribs as try to stay in my range (R1 0:40)
Sophie_sweet_punch: Too early, maybe too slow, my uppercut misses clearly. No time to think about it. My first jab tags your mouth with a solid feedback through the gloves. I see you weave under the second and move back faster. Soles squeak as I step back and right to stay out of your strong right. You come forward, but now I am quicker and your hooks hit nothing but the air where I was before. My heart goes faster. I know I can‘t keep running if I don’t want to lose the first round on the scorecards. So I step in Fast and determined. Try to open your guard with a left jab towards your nose and in a flowing move I use that momentum to load for a hard right cross aimed at your cut over your left eye. This time I throw another jab towards your mouth to keep you at my range and have the one second I need to run and counter again. (R1 0:30)
Valenzuela: I 'm thinking I'm moving fast, as weaving under a fast jab is no easy thing to do, and I timed it right, but as I throw out my hooks, you ain't home! You move like a ghost backwards and make me look like I'm here to shadow box the air. As I begin to rise back up, and raise my guard, you throw a jab towards my nose, but it splits my guard open just enough for a hard right cross to to slip through and BANG! it hits over the eyebrow and rocks my head back, now opening the cut so that a trickle of blood starts to flow, your pristine white gloves now smeared with red! I blink my eyes as a few droplets of blood sting me. The cross disoriented me for a moment, but as another long jabs comes out, I manage to bob my head back, so the glove only lightly kisses my mouth. Easy enough to do since your jab was at full extension. I don't bother to counter, as you are out of range! Instead, I charge forward like a raging insane woman, and send out a left hook towards your right glove, trying to bang it out of the way so I can fire a right cross towards your nose, hoping to flatten it. (R1 0:20)
Sophie opening a cut above Val's eyebrow, blood spraying everywhere:
Sophie_sweet_punch: The jab does what it should and opens up your guard just enough and then my right hits perfectly and with all my weight and force in it. As I retract it, I see some blood stains on the white glove. Blood starts dripping over your face and a little swelling builds. Great! At the same time there‘s that wooden knock that announces just 30 seconds left. My jab kisses your mouth and your eyes show frustration. You charge forward even harder than before, this time I‘m not quick enough. Your glove hits into my left glove and pushes it aside. I know what is coming and now it’s my time to weave under your right. It passes over my head as I step in an raise up, already throwing a hard right uppercut, looking to hit your chin this time without leaving you a chance to dodge. And then I add a more powerful left straight towards your nose as I back into the distance. I know I need to keep my momentum for the last seconds without getting run over. Not impossible, as your emotions seem to be in control now instead of your mind. But thats also extremely dangerous - for both of us. (R1 0:10)
Valenzuela: I go in like a bull, blood in my eye and rage in my gut, throwing that left hook to clear your right glove BAM! It works, and I feel the connection, your guard is knocked away, so I punch out with my right cross with everything I’ve got, a real power shot that’s gonna rock you, but FUCK! You dip under my cross and there’s only air where your face should be! CRACK! A bloody white glove EXPLODES!!!!! under my chin and my jaw jolts upward. My mouthguard shifts, and I taste a little blood and my knees wobble for half a beat, but I don’t go down. I’m slow too slow to bring my right guard back up, BAM!, a left straight compresses your glove over my nose, and for a moment I can only see white leather, but that straight is only at half power as you are already backing away out of range, but it still stings. I know the round is closing soon, but step forward to chase after you and snap a 1–2 jab-cross, not sharp, but I wanna show the crowd I’m still here. You stopped a pressure fighter in her tracks, not with brute force, but with clever counterpunching, but next round I intend to drag you into a Mexican style brawl. DING! DING! DING!
Valenzuela: I slump back onto the stool, chest heaving, sweat running into my mouth, mixing with blood and spit. The cutman’s already on me, pressing a cold swab soaked in antiseptic onto the slice over my right eyebrow. I wince as it burns and then he puts a couple of plaster strips to close the cut up. Next, some eyedrops to clear any blood from eye, it feels better as he puts an ice pack over the bruising above my eye. My coach crouches in front of me, "You’re not hurt bad, Val. Just bleeding. You’ve had worse. Now breathe deep." "She timed that counter. Smart girl. You're rushing in too square, she’s reading you like a fucking headline." "Listen, you're breaking her rhythm when you pressure her, but then you're giving her space again. You gotta crowd her. Smother her. Keep your chin down and start going to the body. Hard. She wants to play tag, not trade." Water bottle hits my lips. I take a long squirt, spit half of it into the bucket between my legs, blood streaking the foam. "She can’t fight going backward if you’re inside. So get inside. But not wild, smart. Use the jab to walk her down. Get her on the ropes and finish her!" Ten seconds.. I bounce on the balls of my feet as I rise.
Sophie_sweet_punch: You are in full motion and my uppercut hits like a hammer. I see your head jolting back- and upwards. I should probably have stayed inside for another power punch - still, my left tags your nose as I am at the edge of my range. I step back fast again and your 1-2 falls short. I step on my right again to push off as the bell ends the round. Walking to my corner I show a big smile with my mouthguard and raise one fist. That was just great! As I reach my corner, I remain standing and rest my arms on the ropes. My chest rises and falls quickly, but my breat calms just as quickly as my coach gets into my vision. "She felt that round, Sophie. But remember, she will go forward at all costs, especially now that she's clearly behind on the scorecards." I take a deep sip of water and spit some back into the bucket. He continues "Rely on your quick feet, don't let her push you into the ropes or a corner. I know you can go this pace for hours, she doesn't expect that. You've already seen all she can. She's no technical boxer, she's just a bully. And you will outbox her. You got that?" I nod and feel refreshed. He removes the ice bag from my chest and pushes my mouthpiece back in. With the 'seconds out' command I'm standing in front of my corner, ready, shaking my fists and feet out, looking as if there was no first round. And smiling.
Valenzuela: The bell rings, and I step out of my corner, slow, cautious. This German chica outboxed me last round, evading most of my shots with those fast feet and hitting me clean with smart, surgical counters. That’s youth for you. The blood’s cleared from my eye for now, the cut sealed with a couple of strips, but I know I can’t afford to let her control the action like she did in round 1. I need you to start making mistakes, to overstep, misread, and crack under my pressure. That’s how I’ll beat her. I bounce on the balls of my feet, start bobbing side to side, unpredictable, erratic movements to confuse. She’s not gonna use me as a punching bag this round, I tell myself. I decide to test things out by a quick twitch of my left shoulder, like I’m gonna throw a high jab at your temple, but then I drive my right gloved fist low toward your solar plexus, twisting my hips and arm for power.,. hoping to knock some wind out of you early in round 2 without putting too much on the line. (R2 1:50)
Sophie_sweet_punch: With the bell, I rush out of my corner. Not too fast, not too slow. Just claming my room. My guard is tight and I feel fresh and so I take my time to wait for you. You step in slower. That first round was probably a hard lesson. We both bob side to side for seconds. I step in an out of your range without attacking. Just to test what happens. Finally your shoulder moves a bit, showing a jab. With my guard tightened, I don't worry about it and continue in my stepping rhythm. The jab never comes, instead you twist your hips and I step back fast enough to avoid the right that hits where my chest was less than a second ago. With my longer reach, I step down and throw a counter left straight aimed at your plastered cut and add a hard right cross aimed at your chin before I step back again with an easy jab aimed roughly at your mouth. I step back fast and use my long legs to cover room as I also circle right. (R2 1:40)
Valenzuela: My right straight falls short, another wasted power punch, as you move back, and then just as quick you try a left straight at my plastered cut, but my right is being retracted fast, and I lean back my head quickly, your left straight was fired at the limit of its range, making it easy enough to move my head back from it. But a hard right punches out, and that goes through my guard, punching my chin, it rocks me, sweat flying and some spit flying out of my mouth as I bite down on the mouth guard. Your fists are moving fast, but I throw out my right forearm to parry off your jab coming at my mouth, and in the same motion, I throw an overhand right back at your left eye, and then as I retract my right, I go for a right hook towards your temple. I then try to bring my guard back, but intend to stay in the pocket.....(R2 1:30)
Sophie_sweet_punch: I see you parry my left, but I'm in my flow now and the right rocks your chin with a loud smacking noise. As I move back again, you block the jab and bring an overhand to my left eye. I manage to weave right and avoid that but get right into the way of your follow-up hook. It doesn't hit at its fullest extend, and slams more into my cheek than my temple. But still it's strong reminder to not underestimate you. I shake my head, try to pretend nothing really happened aas you are in close, I bring a hard right uppercut again. Hoping to rock your chin just again so that it adds to the right before. And then I throw a low left hook, intended for your liver area before I try to back out again with a left jab aimed at your chest. (R2 1:20)
Valenzuela: Round 2 is early on, and I already don’t like the way it is going as my chin pulsates from the pounding you gave it with the right cross. So after parrying your jab, and after sending off the overhand right that misses because of your fast weave to the right, but I send out my right again, thinking that you are used to my right/left/right pattern, and it works, hitting lower than I intended, your cheek not your temple, but I love it. I can see in your eyes that you don’t like it even though you act as though getting hit was nothing. Your right uppercut flies upward, but I see it and react in time, barely, to weave down and to my left, so the glove passes over my right shoulder, just grazing the right side of my head. While I am still down, you fire off that left hook that pounds into my right forearm, and then as I come coming back up, ugggg….you fire a jab into my chest. You are backing away from me again, and the jab to my chest stops me from instantly stepping in and counter punching, but after a short pause, I lurch forward like I’m about to throw a wild right hook at your head, reckless, angry. You might expect that from my behavior in Round 1. I need you to think I’m walking into another mistake. I see the tension shift in your stance as you ready to punish me again, but at the last moment, I drop low and pivot hard off my lead foot, cutting a sharp angle under your lead arm. From that crouch, I twist and try to drive a tight left hook, upwards, tying to bury it into the space just beneath your ribs where your liver resides. And then I try to spring up with a right uppercut towards your jaw, tying to punch it between your white gloves. Whether the punches land or not, I want to keep you moving backwards, hoping to cut off your mobility and pound you on the ropes or in the corner, as your fast feet are my biggest problem! (R2 1:10)
Valenzuela: Sophie landing the left cross to Val's chin and keeping Val at a distance:
Sophie_sweet_punch: My uppercut misses and the hook hits your arm. Not a big problem, the jab reaches your chest and I am out of your range. Thankful that the ring is leaning more towards the maximum size, so I can use the space here to back out without hitting the ropes or a corner too soon. I see your aggression show again, but I am careful now. I know that you need to score. This is chess, and that is my game. Instead of throwing the right you show, you try to angle and I twist with you as I use my quick feet once more. I manage to twist enough that your hook hits my abs instead of my liver area. It hurts, it drives air out of my lungs. Sweat starts to show on my chest as I lean back and avoid your uppercut by less than an inch, it scratches my gloves as it passes in front. You push forward still, I step back fast, creating a greater distance before I step down and throw a hard right cross into your forward movement and aimed at your left eyebrow. Hoping to surprise you as I used to set up my right with the jab before. I take my time to reload and bring another right cross at your solar plexus before I start to backpedal again with a left jab towards your nose. (R1 1:00)
Sophie in strong orthodox stance controlling distance with jab to Val's chin/mouth:
Valenzuela: My feint with my right, followed by the left hook to the body seems to take you by surprise, at least in so far that I hit your abs with a solid punch. It hurts by the expression on your face, but was no where near the killer blow a liver shot would have been. Those fucking fast feet are my worst enemy! You are quick enough to lean back from my right uppercut, but I don’t care, as I wanna push you towards the ropes, so I keep coming forward, until your stop and throw a hard right cross at my left eyebrow, but I get my left guard between your glove and my head and block this, cold and sharp. With my left guarding high, you send out a fast moving right cross, it pounds into my solar plexus, forcing me to gasp, and lean forward, slightly stunned as you snap a jab into my nose, that snaps my head back and starts a little bleeding. I can taste blood on my lips. I rest my guard breathing hard and don’t chase after you, instead I step back to get out of your range as I work through the pain in my chest and my smarting nose. My best setup failed, and now I'm working in mind mind some alternative strategies to deal with this fast moving technical boxer. (R2 0:50)
Ringside Commentator – R2, 0:50 "Here comes Valenzuela again, veteran instincts kicking in, trying to set a trap. She dips low, throws a tight hook toward the liver, close! But Sophie pivots just in time, takes it on the abs instead of that sweet spot. She’s hurt, yeah, but not wounded. And now here comes the uppercut from Val, looking to take the head off" "AND Richter LEANS BACK! Just an inch, just enough! That uppercut doesn’t land. That’s high-level stuff right there!" "And Sophie makes her pay for the miss! Hard right cross, Val blocks it with her guard but she’s square, exposed, AND THE SECOND ONE DRIVES INTO HER SOLAR PLEXUS! You can hear that from here! Val gasps, folds slightly, AND A STIFF JAB SNAPS HER HEAD BACK! Blood’s coming from the nose now!" " Richter slipped the kill shots, turned it around instantly, and now Valenzuela’s backing off, she's not charging in again!” yt
Sophie_sweet_punch: That solid smacking noise makes it clear. My right connected into your chest and hit that sweet little spot known as the solar plexus. You gasp for air and my jab flattens your nose that starts to bleed a little, but not too much. Something has changed. You step back and I hear my coach shout „Chase her! Long hands!“ As if I really needed that. I step forward with a left jab, looking to open your guard as you are moving backwards now for the first time, it could hit your nose again, but it‘s not really meant to do that. I want you to stay busy now and use my stamina to work you down. Slow you down, and just score. I add another left jab, aimed at your chest. And then bring a long right cross- aimed at your left eyebrow. I know they all could miss, but I feel safe chasing you in my range, and out of yours. Ready to step back and out any time. (R2 0:40)
Valenzuela: I hear the voice of your coach shouting to chase me, and you do, you come at me fast, but this is what I expect. I begin to back up fast, you intend to pick me apart at long range, throwing jabs/and crosses. The first one falls short, because my legs are back peddling fast. I move into a peak-a-boo- guard, both gloves high and protecting my face, so the next jab hits my chest, and I gulp, as I’m already tender in the centre. Still, it was not a power shot, even though it stings. I keep moving backwards, until my back presses into the top rope, and now I'm where I wanted to drive you. A long right cross fires at my eyebrow, but my gloves are pretty much covering my face and blocking it. I know I gotta box my way off these ropes, it ain't safe here, and the ref is watching closely to see how I respond. That right cross nearly splits my guard, and I don't wait for another, I try step forward fast, springing off the ropes, trying to lunge at you, throwing out a left/right jab/cross combo towards your chin, trying to push you back. If one or both lands, I will try to circle around you and reverse our positions. The crowd is now shouting and roaring at the action (R2 0:30)
Sophie_sweet_punch: I chase you towards the ropes - this is too easy - something tells me to stay cautious. All my punches miss and I refrain from coming in closer as you keep your back against the ropes. Suddenly you lunge forward and still catch my almost by surprise. The left tags my chin before my guard is in position, but I manage to block the power right with my left glove. Immediately I step back two steps straight towards the center and deny your reversal. A short smile flashes on my face - nice plan! - and I show a left jab again, as if I‘m setting up for my next combo. If you fall for the feint, I will throw a hard right cross at your solar plexus again and connect that to a left hook at your liver area. If you don’t fall for the feint, I will bring a left jab at your nose to open your guard a bit, then throw a right cross at your chin and finish with a left jab towards your chest. (R2 0:20)
Valenzuela: There is nothing more scarry than boxing someone that is forcing you to box by their game plan rather than your own, and this 20 year old is making me box the way she wants to. My left tags your chin before you can guard up, but the power right cross gets blocked on your glove, and before I can move around you, or clinch, you step back with those damned fast moving feat. FUCK! Screams in my head as you smile at me. You show a feint with your left, but I’m not buying it, and suddenly a jab hits my guard, followed by a right cross that goes through my guard and snaps into my chin….hard….and solid…my head snaps back and I feel my knees buckling under me, just as a jab hits my chest. I land hard on my back, and begin to support myself on my elbows, and as I look up, I see you standing over me, gloves at your side......until the ref pushes you towards a neutral corner. You rocked me, and scored a knockdown....in the final seconds of round 2. I shake my head, and by the count of 8, I am on my feet, feeling shaky but ok. (R2 00:10)
Sophie scores a knockdown with cross/jab combo, looking tall and dominant, while Val looks up after getting her bell rung with a jab/cross/jab combo
Sophie_sweet_punch: You don’t buy it - and that's turns out as your biggest mistake yet. The jab opens your guard an inch and my right cross bangs into your chin. Solid, hard. I see that you are rocked and stunned. The final jab adds to your chest pain and probably gives you the last push. You fall to your feet and I drop my hands and look down at you. Strong, intimidating. Two hands pull me back as the ref sends me to a neutral corner and starts to count. You get up again, and I raise my fists. The round has probably less than ten seconds left. The ref does a final check and „FIGHT!“ - I explode towards you and without any hesitation I throw a heavy right cross towards your left eyebrow, with all my weight, all my power. Ready to add a left hook, I load as *DING! DING! DING!* the bell ends the round. I turn towards my corner and raise my left fist towards the ceiling. Feeling so great with that round. (R2 0:00)
Valenzuela: I show the ref that I can form my guard, and then he suddenly shots out “BOX!”. You charge at me fast, sending a power right cross at my eyebrow, but I push my left glove out to black, and stumble back a little from the impact, when the bell rings. I walk stiffly back to my corner, afraid to thin what the coach will say, but it’s not as bad as I thought. “You’re still in this, Val. You got caught, but you’re up. Listen—stop headhunting. She’s reading you every time. Go to the body. Make her legs slow down. And when you punch, punch in pairs, not singles. She’s too fast for one-shots. Forget the crowd. Forget the scoreboard. Just hurt her. Smother her, break her rhythm, and don’t give her clean air to breathe.” The team works on me, and towel me down. I’m feeling a bit battered, but I intend to change this fight around, one good punch, and I can win this with a knockout. The warning claxon goes off and I’m back on my feet, ready to box round 3. DING! After the bell sounds, I come out slowly, forming a peek-a-boo guard, and approach you slowly. (R3 1:50)
Valenzuela: Ready for round 3, in spite of the toll taken on me in rounds 1 and 2. Guarded up in peek-a-boo:
A bruised Val peering over her gloves, starting round 3 in a protective peek-a-boo stance:
Sophie_sweet_punch: As I approach my corner, my coach jumps in and first bumps my left fist. We both smile, but as I sit down his face changes. „Great round, Sophie. She‘s hurt, she‘s feeling you way more than she wants you. Look at her. She looks like she went 12 rounds already.“ I sip some water and feel the cold ice on my chest- my cutwoman has already toweled away some sweat and checked my nose. Now my coach looks right into my eyes. „Listen to me, Soph!“ his hands touch my shoulders. „You are in danger now, she has nothing to lose anymore. She knows you will outbox her, she knows you are faster. She hates you. She will try to run through you like a bull now. Use that, but you need to box even wiser. We are winning, keep your guard up, walk fast, only attack when you are in a safe distance. You got that?“ I nod and with the clacks I raise again and try to look at you as if nothing really happened. My guard goes up tight again and I wait for the bell. Sure of my skills, sure I am the way better boxer in here.
Valenzuela: This bitch of 20-year-old German boxeadora has repeatedly exploited her speed, reach, and technical boxing superiority to land clean shots, especially on my face and solar plexus. I won’t lie, I hurt physically, but the humiliation of being picked apart like some slow-witted sparring dummy in front of my home crowd stings even worse then getting beat up by a German chica. I’m tucked in peek-a-boo guard not because I like it but because it’s a good defensive stance as I’m expecting this woman to rush me and try to finish me early in this round, but the onslaught does not come. This peek-a-boo gives me shitty offense and counter punching ability, and suddenly I realise you will not come at me foolishly, the smirk on your face tells me you will keep distant and just pick me apart at a safe range. All you have to do is dominate the round and run your score up, as I’m in deep trouble on that count. Not going to happen. I slide out of peek-a-boo seamlessly into a southpaw stance, which I frequently spar in, and hope that it does not quite register in your brain that something is different, that I’m not in my usually orthodox stance. I can’t tell from your expression if you have picked up on the danger, but I quickly lunge in, snapping a jab at your left eye with my leading and more powerful right, then another quick jab at your nose, stepping in with each jab to increase the power…..trying to force you back towards the ropes and limit your mobility, which has been used so effectively against me. And if you punch back, I got another plan to keep you moving towards the ropes (R3 1:45)
Valenzuela throwing a Southpaw Jab that misses due to Sophie's quick reflexes:
Sophie_sweet_punch: We circle and I keep my distance. You seem to wait for me to rush in and finish you, why should I take that risk when I am leading so clearly. All I need to do is stay on my feet and land some punches. Losing both of the rounds left on points will still be a win on points in the end. Your guard shifts and I see your right leading now. Southpaw? Interesting! I keep my cautious distance and you step in, the first strong right jab slams into my guard, hitting my left glove against my face. The next one catches my nose from closer, not at its best range but it still hurts. I circle left and bring a hard right cross at your nose and a left hook aimed at your hurt eyebrow. And try to stay in the center as I step more sidewards than backwards. (R3 1:40)
Valenzuela: My first right only thuds into your glove, but it’s enough to let the second one slip through and tag your nose. Not as hard as I’d like, but still a decent hit, even if it doesn’t draw blood. You move quickly to my right, and as I turn to stay with you, a hard right cross smashes into my nose. I try to lean back, but it connects clean enough to send a dribble of blood down to my lips. For a half-second, all I see is white leather compressing over my face. As your right hand returns to guard, I catch sight of your left hook coming high. Being shorter, I dip under it; your glove only skimming the top of my hair. But moving sideways instead of backing off? That’s your mistake. I turn with you, see a possible opening, and as I rise, I twist into a left shovel hook aimed at your liver, then snap up a quick uppercut towards your solar plexus. I remember the words of my coach, "work the body!" and I'm trying to do exactly that. (R3 1:30)
Sophie_sweet_punch: „Sophie, high and low, mix it“ My coach shouts in, but too late. My right has hit your nose hard, then you avoid my left with ease. We twist and I see you dip in a bit and step back fast again. Instead of slamming into my liver, your hook just scratches the skin above my abs. I feel the ropes closing and decide to move backwards. I‘m way too defensive now, you control the center and the pace. And I step right into your uppercut „GNHHHHHH!“ I bite down hard on my mouthguard as my nerves explode and my knees rattle for the first time. Air gets forced out of my lungs, sweat drops from my face down on my bra and the canvas. That. Did. Hurt! I need a second to breathe and fight through and I take it, then I explode with a hard right hook looking to hit your abs right at the navel and a left jab towards your nose to finish with a strong right cross at your solar plexus. Before I step back again, still feeling my chest sting. (R3 1:20)
Valenzuela: You finally made the mistake I’m looking for, by staying in close, within my range for lunging and striking. For a moment, it allows me to drag you into a brawl where I excel. Your movements are quick and my shovel hook that I wanted to bury in your liver is avoided, I can feel my white glove just graze the skin over your abs. But oh baby, that uppercut to the solar plexus burns you bad, I can feel the impact up my right arm, and your blue eyes seem to dim from the explosion of pain. I bring my gloves up to shoulder height, to prepare to work over your body, and then take a moment to switch back to my more natural orthodox stance, but as I do the switch step, you are already recovering, an advantage of youth, and a hard right hook swings out, my navel takes a pounding, but I tense my abs. I’m breathing hard, from the energy I’ve been burning but also from the ponding I’ve taken over 3 rounds of boxing. With my gloves at shoulder height, I simply can’t react fast enough to your jab that explodes in my nose, droplets of blood flying everywhere as your glove is retracted.
Sophie force feeding a Jab to Val's face, controlling distance throughout the bout:
A jab is so fast, and my reflexes are slowing down. And you have punched me a few times in the nose now, and it is throbbing….i need to breath through my mouth. For a moment, I stagger, my gloves drop to my sides, but I regain my balance. A strong right cross comes out as you are stepping back, reducing the power, but it hits my solar plexus, something that has been boxed repeatedly, again delaying any counter punch I might make. I can’t let you get out of my range, so I come forward, and for a moment I have to open my guard as I try wrap my arms around you, and if I get them wrapped over you, I’ll try to use my momentum to push you further back into the ropes, the ropes that I think are my friends. (R3 1:10)
Sophie_sweet_punch: I feel your hard abs through my gloves, my right hook doesn’t overpower them. Still you feel that and it adds up. Your breathing seems fast already, I still feel fit. You take the jab and your nose starts to drop and your mouth opens. And finally I pound your solar plexus and step back out of your range. Your eyes change again, showing something else than aggression, maybe frustration. Your arms drop, you try to chase me to clinch. I step back fast, and as I see my chance I plant down on my right foot to push of immediately and twist my hips as I throw a right cross aimed at your chin, then add a left hook at your hurt eyebrow. And finish with a right uppercut at your solar plexus, grunting from the effort, almost moaning. Hoping I am faster than your arms. (R3 1:00)
Valenzuela: As I come forward to clinch with you, wanting to naturally drive you forcefully into the ropes, but you stop your back peddling, plant your feet, and fire a right cross at my chin. My reflexes are down and I can’t react fast enough to slip the punch….instead I eat it clean. It stops my forward momentum, ends my attempt to clinch and my attempt to bring you into a brawl abruptly. It’s stunning, disorienting, an intense jolt at the base of the skull and spine as my head snaps back. For a moment, I feel dizzy and week, vision blurs out and then in, BAM! A left hook hits the steri-strip on my eyebrow, nearly ripping it off as the white leather scraps across it, opening the cut again, even worse as blood blurs my vision in my left eye, my head whipping violently to the left….UUGGGG….the uppercut to the solar plexus then bends me in half…pain radiating in all directions…but my lights are going out….knees crashing to the canvass, as I awkwardly twist around….landing on my back…eyes rolled to the back of my head, face bleeding, crowd roaring to get up….i phase in and out of consciousness....getting a blurry view of the blonde German.
Sophie standing over Val in victory immediately after KO, a proud and daminant moment:
Sophie_sweet_punch: Suddenly the crowd goes from loud to almost silent and all that echoes through the arena is the sound of my leather slamming into your skin. It‘s clear that you have taken a lot yet - my right adds to that with a massive impact into your chin, you probably felt every pound of my weight. Your head snaps and my left crashes in and opens the cut again. My glove takes some more blood stains and I see you stagger and wobble on your knees. As another power right bangs your solar plexus. Your eyes widen, then twist awkwardly. Pain takes over. I swing out another left hook, aimed at your temple. You fall before it hits, I hit the air where you were seconds ago. And the ref pushes me away. „STOP!“ I raise my fists as I see you laying there looking towards the ceiling. Your eyes are open but show no focus, no reaction. The ref leans in, rattles your shoulders, checks for a reaction. And …. Waves it off. Knockout! The arena explodes and so do I with both fists raised I race to my corner, shouting out a loud „JAAAAAAAAAA!“ As I realize my first real knockout victory and climb the ropes to celebrate. My team rushes in to celebrate with me, while yours and the doctor rush to reach you, looking quite concerned.
Valenzuela: My team begin to revive me in the ring, to the point where they can assist me in walking to a stool in the blue corner, where I can be put down on. My gloves are taken off, and a medic begins to work on my face and check me out .asking stupid questions like how many fingers is he holding up, what day is it….and then there are many animated conversations, people love brutal ending, and this was wicked…listening to some say “what a mismatch” sickens me…and creates a strong desire to rematch with this German boxer someday, especially as she parades around the ring, gloves up, and the ref raising her glove.
Badly beaten Val being attended to, looking despondent, contemplating the big loss:
Sophie_sweet_punch: I celebrate and even hear some „Sophie, Sophie“ chants echo through the mexican arena. The adrenaline rush holds on for some seconds and I enjoy every single one of it. All the work, all the effort. That‘s what it was for. All these hours where it was too hard and I wanted to give up. Some come in my mind know. It feels just great. My coach grabs me after a while and opens the tape you around my gloves and then the lacing. As he pulls the gloves out, my wraps come out soaking wet. My trunks and bra cling to my body, my chest starts to hurt a bit, and I smell some blood from my nose, though the bleeding stopped. Then I turn and see you in your corner getting worked, looking bruised badly. That was my work? The ref tells me to come over and the spotlight is on him and me. The announcer gets in as well as the ref grabs my right wrist. I put my left hand above my heart and smile at my team. „Ladies and gentlemen, after 1 minute in round 3 - your winner by knockout. SOPHIEEEEE - THE SWEET PUNCH - RIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER“ the ref raised my hand and I raise the left one too. Once more enjoying the applaus by most of the audience. Some boo too, probably your fans, but I don’t care about that anymore.
Valenzuela: I make my way to the center of the ring, the world finally steadying around me. I’m too late for the hand raise, but I move toward you: shaky, stiff, bruised. The audience grows quiet. I reach out a wrapped hand and manage, through a raspy voice, “You’ve got some fucking good moves, chica. You pounded me bad this time... but I want a rematch. Next time, I’ll be the one doing the pounding, especially when I trap you in the corner. Congrats. You earned it. This time”
Nuevo Laredo Gazette: German Boxer Sophie Richter Annihilates Mexican Boxer Valenzuela in Display of World Class Precision Technical Boxing: Valenzuela Calls for Rematch After Brutal Defeat
Nuevo Laredo, Mexico — Under the dim lights and thunderous noise of the Nuevo Laredo Boxing Arena, a brutal four-round featherweight clash came to an explosive end Friday night, as Germany’s 20-year-old rising star Sophie “Sweet Punch” Richter delivered a clinical and devastating performance against Mexican veteran Carlotta “La Princesa” Valenzuela.
Richter, known for her technical precision and lightning footwork, used her range and speed to control the fight from the opening bell, picking apart the older fighter with surgical counters and relentless body work. The punch stats alone tell the story of this boxing match: Richter threw twice as many punches and for significant punches, she landed 3 times as many as Valenzuela. Valenzuela, at 32 years of age, battled back with grit and aggression, but ultimately fell to a crushing combination in Round 3 that left her on the canvas, stunned and bloodied.
The beginning of the end came with just over a minute left in Round 3. Valenzuela, bloodied and breathing heavily, stepped forward, hoping to clinch and drag the fight into the close-quarters brawl she thrives in. But Richter, poised and sharp, saw it coming. As Valenzuela lurched forward, Richter planted her lead foot and launched a thunderous right cross straight into the Mexican fighter’s chin. The punch landed flush, snapping Valenzuela’s head back violently, her momentum halted instantly. Staggered but still standing, Valenzuela had no time to reset before Richter followed up with a vicious left hook that tore across her already cut eyebrow, reopening the gash and sending fresh blood streaking down her face, onto the canvass, and Richter’s white glove. Blinded on her left side, Valenzuela began to tilt, her legs visibly shaking. Then came a right uppercut to the solar plexus, thrown with full force folding Valenzuela in half. Her body twisted awkwardly as she dropped to her knees, then collapsed fully onto her back, blinking up at the arena lights as the referee waved off the bout.
Medics quickly entered the ring to assess the damage. Valenzuela was conscious but visibly disoriented, eyes glassy and unfocused. Blood trickled from a reopened cut above her left eye, and her nose was swollen and bruised from repeated jabs and crosses. Trainers eased off her gloves while the cutman pressed gauze to the worst of the damage. She was eventually helped to a stool in the corner, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling in ragged bursts. Though clearly dazed, she insisted on approaching Richter after the official result was announced, still composed enough to offer a handshake, a few words of respect, and a warning for the future.
Richter, still glowing from victory, nodded respectfully before raising her arms once more to salute the crowd. The bout may have ended in dramatic fashion, but if Valenzuela has her way, this rivalry is only just beginning.
Published: 2025-05-15, viewed 206 times.
PlainJames (deleted member)
2025-08-09 20:05Amazing bout - congrats Sophie and commiserations Val. This is a great template for the sort of fight I should aim for.
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-08-09 22:47(In reply to this)
Glad you liked it!
PlainJames (deleted member)
2025-08-09 22:52(In reply to this)
I really did. I'm inspired by the images like someone else in the comments has already said. I'll try and make some for my own account too.
You put up a good fight, and I'm sure you would have won against a boxer even slightly less powerful and tactical than Sophie!
Jinny (deleted member)
2025-07-09 00:42Must be hurt and joyful when those Pretty while gloves on cheeks or jaws
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-07-09 00:43(In reply to this)
They hurt bad!
Femfatale (deleted member)
2025-06-15 09:33Love it even more
Femfatale (deleted member)
2025-06-15 09:29wow what a fight and those pics are amazing
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-06-15 09:31(In reply to this)
Thanks very much! It takes a little time to produce them. Much appreciated
May Li
2025-06-15 03:49Two girls had an excellent match!So skillful and aggressive!
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-06-15 09:11(In reply to this)
Thank you so much May, your comment is very much appreciated
LisaLikesBoxing
2025-05-27 15:56What an amazing match! Congratulations to you, Sophie, on a great win!
JJBoxFight (deleted member)
2025-05-23 01:34Great work Sophie, a well-deserved dominant win. Hopefully Carlotta gets the message and sticks to fighting girls her own age!
I need to get me some of those AI pictures for my profile!
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-05-23 08:18(In reply to this)
Better watchout JJ, I'll kick your butt and knock you out in the ring! Thanks for commenting and giving the story a thumbs up!
JJBoxFight (deleted member)
2025-05-23 08:48(In reply to this)
You might try and knock me out of the ring, but it will be harder than you imagine! Grab a headguard if you think you're tough enough.
ENR13
2025-05-16 15:10Great bout ladies
Brad Janus
2025-05-16 12:57Wow, amazing images. Great fight. Tough loss for you Valenzuela, and well earned victory, Sophie.
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-05-16 13:00(In reply to this)
Thanks Brad, much appreciated....very tough fight....that German was just so amazingly fast footed
patricia
2025-05-16 08:39Very beautiful story, text and illustration, congratulations
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-05-16 09:40(In reply to this)
Thank you so much for this lovely compliment Patricia!
Knockoutgurl
2025-05-15 19:49That was such a hot fight!!!
Willow Blackwell (deleted member)
2025-05-15 17:12Val, wonderful account of everything as always and a damn good effort. Sophie, I like your style! Great work both of you!
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-05-15 17:18(In reply to this)
Thanks so much Willow. That's great to hear this from a boxer of your stature. A fight between you and Sophie would definitely draw crowd!
Mixtko8910
2025-05-15 16:33Well crafted bout and pictures! Great job Val and Sophie!
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-05-15 16:45(In reply to this)
Thanks so much! It was a fun bout!
Leo Boxer (deleted member)
2025-05-15 15:35Now this was an amazing story, with great illustrations. Two boxers, different styles. The older brawler gets beat up in the end. An excellent description of footwork and punches, and damages by both....wow....Congrats on the win Sophie
Linda216
2025-05-15 14:14First love the artwork! Absolutely amazing. Second love the details from you both. Phenomenal writing to really bring the story to life 😊 last congratulations to Sophie. Beautiful boxing and a brutal end to a great bout.
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-05-15 15:02(In reply to this)
Thank you Linda my love, Sophie was just amazing with her writing, story telling and high fight IQ, keeping me at a distance with her jab/cross combos!