Tonight is a special night at El Diablo, the underground fight club where violence is the main attraction and the cage in the center of the bar gleams under red strobe lights. The red lights give the place a strange warmth, almost seductive... but what happens inside that cage is anything but.
My opponent tonight stands at 5'9" and weighs in at 140 pounds... a full six inches taller and fifteen pounds heavier than me. I’m 5'3", 125 lbs, and I know I’ll need every bit of speed, reflex, and recovery time I’ve got to survive this. I may be younger, but this won’t be easy. There are no rounds, no ref, no bell to save you when you’re hurting. It’s bareknuckle boxing until one of us can’t continue.
I’m barefoot, wearing a red sports bra and green shorts, with a clear mouthguard already clenched between my teeth. I begin to bounce lightly on the balls of my feet, eyes locked on the entrance, waiting... waiting for her.
09:02 Femfatale: I step through the ropes slow and steady, eyes locked on you the whole time... I don’t look away, not even for a second. I’m in a black sports bra and shorts, my skin inked up, muscles tight as I move toward my corner. I stretch a bit, roll my neck, then start snapping out some shadow punches, sharp, fast, just enough to remind you what’s coming.
You look tough, classic Mexican fighter, compact and dangerous... but I’m here to crack that look. To make you bleed, to make you suffer, or at least give it everything I’ve got trying.
09:09 Valenzuela: CLANG! The sound of the cage door slamming shut rings out like a gunshot, and every head in the crowd turns toward us. Fem looks brutal, tattoos, muscle, that dangerous stillness you only see in people who’ve done real damage. She looks like she’s been through wars... and won more than a few. I smirk at her anyway. Let her know I’m not afraid. The announcer’s voice echoes overhead, running through our stats. Height. Weight. Names. The crowd responds with wild whistles and shouts, their blood already up. I keep bouncing, light on my feet, arms loose, shadowboxing with just enough snap to stay warm. I’m not going to rush this.
Then comes the signal, DING! It’s time. I step out slow, smooth, moving toward the center of the cage, eyes on you, fists high, orthodox stance. I don’t know how long this fight will last... but I know how it’s going to feel.
09:16 Femfatale: I see you stepping in toward me, and I come forward fast, fists up, head tucked low, slipping left and right as I begin circling around you. My feet are light, controlled, my eyes never leaving yours. I snap out a quick jab, testing your guard, then slip back just out of reach... another jab follows, left again, flicked with speed to draw your reaction. I’m trying to mess with your rhythm, chip away at your timing. Then I throw a fake right kick toward your stomach—sharp, deliberate, but I pull back before it lands. You react, just as I hoped. I smirk and take a step back, taunting you with a little wave of my fingers. “Come on,” I mouth, as the crowd around the cage starts chanting loud and primal, "Fight, fight, fight!" I’m going to wear you down, piece by piece.
09:22 Valenzuela: Your jabs come in quick, but right now my reflexes are fresh, dialed in... I shift my weight and use my right forearm to deflect both shots, pushing them out to my right side. The crowd is loud now, the chanting building around us, “Fight, fight, fight…” feeding the adrenaline in my blood. Then I see it—you shift your hips like you're about to throw a kick at my gut... but you don’t. You back off, smirking. So I don’t wait. I spring forward and snap a fast right kick to your inner left thigh, low and sharp, the kind that can deaden a leg fast. Then I bounce back out of range, circling to my right with a grin tugging at the corner of my mouth.
09:32 Femfatale: Arghh... your kick lands solid on the inside of my thigh, makes my leg jolt and throws off my balance for a moment.
I grit my teeth and lash back with a quick left jab, then drive a right straight at your head, sharp and angry. “Bitch,” I snarl through clenched teeth, “you’re going down.” Then I lunge in, shooting for a clinch, trying to wrap you up. We lock together, arms tangled, muscles straining... now we’re inside, no space to run, and I start throwing shots—short, brutal uppercuts. I hammer one into your ribs, then another, and another, digging into your left side, trying to break you down from the inside out.
09:38 Valenzuela: My kick hits clean, and I see you stumble just a bit... but then you recover quick and snap back with a jab. I swat it away with my right, but your straight shot follows too fast, cracks into my cheek with a loud smack that twists my head.
My vision flares for a second... And then you’re on me, diving in for the clinch. We grapple hard, bodies straining, arms fighting for position. You dig in an uppercut that drives into my ribs....Ugggh!.....it folds me halfway forward, pain shooting through my left side.
..... ....I gasp, gritting through it, but I push back up, teeth bared. I swing with everything I’ve got, a right straight aimed right at your mouth, throwing it with spite and heat...
09:47 Femfatale Your punch slams into my mouth with a crack, my mouthguard flies out and bounces across the mat as my head snaps sideways. I stumble a bit, rocked... but I don’t back down. I growl, then lunge at you with fury, crashing into you and driving both of us into the netting of the cage. We hit hard. The chain links rattle. Up close now, I jam my forearm into your throat, grinding it there while mashing your face into the fencing, steel-on-skin. You gasp under the pressure. I fire off a stiff jab with my free hand, hammering it into your ribs. The crowd roars—“Fight! Fight!”—one voice even rising above the rest, shouting “Kill the bitch! Hit her!”
We clinch again, locked up, pressed against the wall of the cage, sweat mixing with heat and rage. The fight rages on.
09:54 Valenzuela: The key to fighting a big bitch like this... is not being afraid to get close.
When I blast you in the mouth and see your gumshield go flying, I charge in tighter, looking to press the advantage. I throw a right straight toward your face...
...but you lunge, crashing into me, and drive me backward into the cage wall. My back hits metal, hard. You shove your forearm deep into my throat, choking the air out of me as my face scrapes against the chain links.....rough steel biting into my cheek. Uggggg... bruises already forming. I take a shot in the ribs, sharp, thudding and it stings deep. But I grit through it. I come off the cage swinging, desperate to reset. I rip a right cross at your left eye, then a quick left hook to your ribs, followed by a snapping knee up toward your stomach. I’ve got to break off this wall, get some space, and plant my feet. I want to go toe to toe, fists up, staring you down, daring you to come.
10:05 Femfatale: Your barrage hits, I feel the sting in my ribs and the shock behind my eye, but I don’t let go. I grab you tight in the clinch, wrapping both arms around your back. With a sharp twist of my hips, I go for it, hooking in for a hip toss and driving you down hard to the mat. Now we’re on the ground. I scramble to pin you, breathing heavy, sweat dripping from both of us. I try to isolate your arms, but you’re fighting hard underneath me, slippery and strong. I shift my weight, spreading my legs for better balance, trying to control your hips and stop your movement. I focus everything on locking you down. The crowd goes wild, roaring louder as the fight spills to the mat, raw and physical. I finally manage, with real effort, to pin your left arm. My eyes widen slightly. I didn’t expect you to be this strong.
10:10 Valenzuela: My punches hit, I feel them connect, but then your arms wrap tight around my waist, and just as I try to drive my right elbow into your back, you twist and throw. The mat rushes up fast....WHAM!....you slam me down, and the air rushes out of my lungs. Uggggg... I suck in a shallow breath as your weight lands on top of me. You pin my left arm to the canvas, bearing down hard. I feel the pressure, but I’m not staying flat. I dig my feet into the mat, grit my teeth, and bridge with my shoulders, twisting, bucking, trying to roll you off me or at least shift your weight.
10:19 Femfatale: I keep trying to pin you, grinding my weight down, but you’re a damn handful. So I start hammering you with what I can, short, stiff shots with my forearm and wrist, smashing them into your face again and again. We roll across the canvas, limbs tangled, blood smearing beneath us as our fight slips into something raw and ugly... no rhythm now, no technique, just rage and instinct. We’re clawing, grappling, trying to hurt each other however we can. The crowd is loving the chaos.........they scream for more, chanting, jeering. “Get up and fight!” “Kill her!” “Kill! Kill! Kill!” This isn’t just a match anymore... it’s survival. And I’m realizing how damn tough you really are. We keep fighting.
11:17 Valenzuela: Everything gets blurry, violent, desperate. You’re smashing my face with your forearm, grinding me down while we roll in the blood-soaked canvas...
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The crowd’s roaring turns sharp and mocking “Get up!” “Fight, damn it!” and I know I need space, need air.
I grit my teeth and swing a tight back elbow toward your face, just enough to jolt you off me. I scramble to my feet, breath ragged, and bring my fists back up into a boxing stance, shoulders square, eyes locked.
11:24 AM: Femfatale I spit blood onto the floor, the taste of iron thick in my mouth. My eyes burn as I glare at you. “Bitch.”I step in fast and slam a sharp side kick into your gut, folding you forward... then follow it up with a frontal kick aimed at your stomach, driving you backward. I don’t give you time to breathe. I charge in, firing off a combo, left hook, right hook, another left, all aimed at your head. My fists thud into your jaw, keeping the pressure on, pushing you back, step by step. I close in, grab for the clinch again, and twist my hips, going for the takedown once more.
11:33 Valenzuela: I smirk as I see you spit blood onto the canvas, but then, Ughhhh! your side kick slams into my midsection, doubling me over. You follow up with a frontal kick, but I manage to step back just in time... breathing hard, chest rising and falling.
You don’t stop, you come at me fast, swinging hooks... left, right, left. A couple of them smash straight into my jaw, snapping my head sideways. I blink, trying to stay upright. I dig in and fire back, throwing a quick left-right straight combo toward your chin, trying to keep you off me.
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But you close the distance, grab me in a tight clinch, and before I can pull away... you twist and hip toss me straight onto the canvas.
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I hit the mat hard, the wind knocked out of me, and I immediately try to roll away... anything to avoid getting pinned again.
11:40 Femfatale: I keep pushing forward, unfazed, absorbing your punches with a grunt, letting them glance or thud as I keep the pressure on. I fire back: jabs and straights at your head, one after the other, hammering away, trying to overwhelm you.
The crowd’s going wild, fists pounding on the cage, voices raised in chaos as we keep brawling. I shoot in low again, trying to lock around your waist and take you down, aiming to get this war back on the canvas. I drive my shoulder in and dig into your ribs, arms tightening. I twist for another hip toss, but you resist. Somehow, we stay upright, locked together, both straining, sweating, refusing to fall.
11:49 Valenzuela: I manage to slip free, scrambling toward the cage wall, rolling hard just to get some distance. I lean back into the fence, sucking air, chest heaving. Every part of me aches... But I get up. I plant my feet. My back presses into the cold steel mesh as I raise my fists again, trying to reset, trying to hold you off while I recover from your non-stop barrage.
11:57 Femfatale: I close in again and slam into you, driving your back hard into the cage wall. I try to yank your head down into a reverse headlock, arm cinched around your neck, grinding it in deep. Then I start punishing you, bam! a stiff elbow to the back of your neck, another one follows fast, then I hammer some brutal knees into your gut, one after the other, trying to empty your lungs.
We’re tangled up against the fence, slippery with sweat, blood on both of us now. The crowd bays for blood, hungry, ravenous, as our bodies struggle and strain. I wrap my arms around your chest, under your armpits and squeeze tight.
12:05 Valenzuela: We trade punches in close, wild and sharp, but you angle behind me. I feel your arm snake around my neck, elbow grinding into the back of it. stiff, punishing strikes that make me wince. You go for the reverse headlock, but then slip further behind, wrapping your arms around my waist, sliding them under my armpits, cinching me into a tight full-body lock. Breathing gets harder now. My ribs are screaming.
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I stomp down hard on your feet, once, twice, desperate to break free. My body’s drenched in sweat, muscles burning as I twist and writhe, trying to force some space, trying to get out of this hold before it’s too late.
12:13 Femfatale: I keep the pressure on, unrelenting, trying to break you down, to make you hurt, to make you feel every second of this fight. I shove you into the cage wall, grinding your body and face into the rough steel netting. My fists go to work on your sides—tight, angry shots that dig into your ribs like sledgehammers. Then I slam your face harder into the chain links, scraping it, trying to cut you open, to leave a mark. The crowd is wild, drinking in every second of this brutality. They roar for blood, for violence... and we give it to them. Brutal is the way they like it.
12:31 Valenzuela: I manage to break free for a second, but then you catch me again, slamming me into the cage wall. I try to brace, but you’re already swinging. A hard right hook crashes into my cheek, full force.
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Ugggggh... the crowd gasps as my head snaps sideways. My knees buckle slightly, vision flashes white...I drop low, instinct taking over. I wrap my arms around your hips, drive in with my legs, and haul you up off your feet, trying to slam you down, anything to stop your assault. We crash to the canvas.
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12:48 Femfatale: You surprise me with that lift, and I hit the mat hard, spine bouncing off the canvas, Ughhhh!, the wind blasts out of my lungs. But I don’t stay stunned. I react quick, snapping my legs around your lower back, locking my ankles and squeezing tight to control you. Then I snake my arms up around your head, dragging you down into my chest, pulling you close, trying to lock you down and smother any movement. I’m not giving you an inch to breathe.
12:53 Valenzuela: As we crash down, your legs clamp around my torso like a vice, tightening hard. I feel the pressure in my ribs instantly. Then your arms wrap around the back of my head, pulling my face into your chest. My breath catches—tight space, no room to move, no air to suck in. I grit my teeth and throw punches, hammering at your face with both fists, short shots, as hard as I can—one after another. I can’t let you lock this down, can’t let this become your world on the ground. I need out... now.
12:57 Femfatale: I keep you close just long enough to punish you, slamming the side of my fist into the side of your head, sharp and jarring, then follow with heavy elbows and forearm shots into your shoulder, hammering down with raw power. You start to squirm, and I give one final shove, forcing you off me. We both rise to our feet, faces slick with sweat and blood. I lift my fists into a solid boxing stance, breathing hard, eyes fixed on yours as the crowd roars. The cage rattles from the chaos outside, it’s far from over.
13:00 Valenzuela: You push me off, and I stumble back to my feet, jaw clenched, chest heaving. My face is a mess, bruised, swollen, aching, but I’ve been here before. I plant my feet, draw a deep breath, and start throwing...A left hook, then a right, both aimed for your jaw, wild and full of venom. I want you down. And I want you down now.
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13:09 Femfatale: Your hooks land hard, my head rocks, and blood sprays across my face, dripping down to my chest, splattering the canvas. I grunt and come right back, snapping jabs at your face..one, two...then step in with a left straight aimed right between your eyes. It’s become a pure slugfest. No finesse left, just rage and instinct. The crowd is losing it, screaming, pounding the cage, some even throwing bottles against the netting. But I don’t stop. I drive forward, getting in tight again, determined to shatter your defense.
13:13 Valenzuela: You keep coming, throwing jabs at my head. I duck the first one, but the second slams right between my eyes...crack!—everything flashes white for a moment. Your fist is like a fucking brick, and my skull feels like it’s splitting.
I step back, legs shaking, but I won’t fold. As you charge in again, I dig in and whip a left hook low toward your liver, then snap a right uppercut toward your chin, tight and fast. I keep bouncing, bobbing, staying unpredictable, shifting side to side as I hiss through my teeth...
19:38 Femfatale: I drop to one knee, reeling from that vicious uppercut, my head snapped back, vision swimming, but I refuse to stay down. I throw punches from low, digging left and right hooks into your body, each one full of frustration, then I rise up and whip a left hook at your head. You’re tough, tougher than I expected, and this fight is hell. But I press forward anyway, blood pounding in my ears as the crowd goes wild, screaming, fists in the air, caught in the madness of it all.
19:53 Valenzuela: My uppercut crashes into your chin, snapping your head back and buckling your legs... I feel you drop for just a second, but you’re not done. Your hooks come fast, one, two, digging into my sides, and I stumble back, just far enough to avoid taking more. You come at me with a hard left hook aimed for my jaw, but I catch it with my forearm, pushing it aside. Then I throw a right push kick straight to your belly, trying to drive you backward, to create space and force you against the cage wall where I can control the pace.
20:00 Femfatale: Oofff... your kick smashes into my gut and sends me staggering back toward the cage wall. I recover fast, plant my feet, and come at you again. I fire off a jab to your face, then another, this one lands clean, and I keep pressing forward, relentless.
Blood starts leaking from your nose... I see it trail down your lip, and it only fires me up more. The crowd is losing it, howling, catcalling, roaring at the violence. “I’m gonna fuck you up,” I hiss, eyes locked on yours.
20:03 Valenzuela: Each jab snaps my head back, one after the other, and I start backing up fast until, bang, my back hits the cage wall.
I’m cornered. You’re coming at me with fire in your eyes, so I swing, desperate: right hook, left hook, aimed for your jaw, trying to stop your advance. Then I drop low, weaving under your arms, trying to slip around behind you. I reach up fast, aiming to wrap my right arm around your neck, looking for control, trying to turn the tide before this becomes a one-way beating. 
20:24 Femfatale: You’ve got me in a choke from behind, but I react fast before it can sink in deep. I drive my elbow hard into your stomach—once, twice—sharp and brutal, forcing a grunt out of you. As soon as I feel your grip loosen, I twist, my right arm snapping up around the back of your neck. I drop to one knee and flip you over my shoulder with a sudden, violent motion. You crash to the canvas with a thud, landing on your back, disoriented, facing away from me.
22:18 Valenzuela:UGGGGG! UGGGG! Two nasty elbows slam into my ribs, and I feel fire ripple through my side, ribs burning, breath knocked out of me. Then everything flips, literally. You drop and toss me forward with a snap, and I tumble awkwardly through the air. I hit the mat hard, landing on my ass, dazed and gasping. But I start to push myself back up, trying to stand, trying to recover...
22:24 Femfatale: No chance I’m letting you up. The second you rise to one knee, I’m already on you. I wrap my arms around your neck, fast, tight and snap them into place behind your head, locking in a brutal rear naked choke. You’re stuck in a mirror of your own hold. I squeeze with everything. My knees slide around your hips, groin pressing tight into the small of your back as I mount you fully from behind. You’re not going anywhere. I could end the fight here, and I could end you too if I hold it long enough.
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22:30 Valenzuela: I know I’m in trouble the second your arm slides around my neck. It’s not just your strength, it’s the speed. One moment I’m scrambling to my knees, trying to turn toward you, and the next, your forearm is locked under my chin, your other arm already sealing it shut behind my head. I feel your body slide tight against my back, your knees cinched in at my sides, your chest pressing hard into me. I claw at your wrists, trying to break your grip, but it’s like steel. I’m smaller. We’re slick with sweat, our bare skin sliding—but I have no leverage. My fingers scratch desperately, but I can’t get under your arm. You adjust, calm and steady. And then... the squeeze comes. It’s slow, controlled, suffocating. Not crushing my throat, but compressing both sides of my neck, and I can feel the blood slowing to my brain. My heartbeat thunders in my ears. A high-pitched ringing starts, like pressure building on a plane. Spittle drools from my mouth onto your forearm. I want to fight, to twist out, to kick, but your legs are locked deep around my waist, your height and strength overwhelming. Your breath stays steady against my shoulder... mine turns into panicked, shallow gasps.
I start to fade. My limbs feel like lead. My head pulses. I can hear that awful drumming of my heart, but the world is narrowing. My vision blurs. I claw again at your wrist—nothing. No feeling. My legs spasm. My back arches. The lights above the cage spin in slow circles... and then it all goes black. Knocked out.
22:33 Femfatale: I grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head up, your body limp, your eyes fluttering. I slap your face hard, once, twice, waking you fast as the choke releases. You blink, dazed... perfect. I rear back and slam a punch into your solar plexus, burying my fist deep into your midsection. “Bitch,” I hiss through clenched teeth."
22:34 Valenzuela: I jolt awake the moment the choke lets go, air rushing back into my lungs, but I’m disoriented, fogged. My head twists from side to side as your slap me around. Then BAM! Your fist drills into my solar plexus with brutal force. My eyes fly open, and I drop to my knees, completely winded. The pain floods out in every direction—stunning, paralyzing. I can’t breathe. I can’t move.
22:44 Femfatale: I keep control. I grab your hair again and yank your head forward—then drive my knee straight into your face.
CRACK. You go flying back, crashing onto the canvas. I stand over you, fists clenched, shouting down at you—“Get up, bitch! Come on! Fight me!” The crowd’s on fire now, screaming, stomping, wanting blood. I raise my fists and circle you, letting you get up—because I want to finish this standing. “Come on, bitch!” I scream. “Fight me! Let’s go!” The crowd chants along with me, pounding on the cage. “Come on!” I circle tighter, hands up, waiting for your next move.
10:30 PM: Valenzuela I stay on my knees, gasping, still rocked from that solar plexus punch, when your knee smashes into my face. I tumble backwards, landing hard on the mat, spread out, flat, blinking up at the lights. You tower over me, yelling, taunting, daring me to stand.
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The crowd chants for me to rise. I roll to my stomach, groaning, and push myself up, one hand at a time. I get my feet under me, blood dripping from my nose... and I lift my fists again. I’m still in this. I now move towards you, and send a double jab at your nose, hoping to punch my left fist through your guard, and then try to swipe a right hook at your jaw, my face is battered and bruised and my body is sweaty, sports bra stained with blood....
22:44 Femfatale: Your punches land and rock me back, ugh!—I absorb them, my head snapping slightly, but I stay upright.
I raise my guard, cover up, then fire back. I throw jabs at your face, pushing through, trying to break your defense down. Then I launch a full combo: left, right, left, aimed at your ribs, your jaw, your eye. The crowd is on their feet now, screaming, roaring, knowing what we both feel in our bones... One of us is going down hard.
22:51 Valenzuela: My arms are heavy. My lungs burn. Every inch of me aches. I can barely keep my guard up, swatting at the air, trying to stop your fists from getting through... but you’re relentless. Your jabs keep crashing past my defenses, snapping my head back again and again. I try to circle, buy a second to breathe, but my legs are shaky, sluggish. You close in. I can feel it... you smell blood.
Your left slams into my ribs....Ugh!....I double over, pain radiating deep into my side. Then your uppercut tears up under my chin, snap! my head whips back, and I see white. And then your right fist explodes against my jaw. My body shuts down. My legs vanish from under me. My arms fall limp at my sides. I collapse, flat on my back with a dull, helpless thud, my mouthpiece slipping loose.I don’t move. I can’t.
01:31 Femfatale: I stand over your body, arms raised high in triumph. I plant my foot on your chest and stare out at the roaring crowd, soaking it in.
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They erupt, cheering, screaming, banging on the cage walls. I pace the perimeter, fists still in the air, blood on my knuckles. Then I break into a sprint, my energy surging back as I leap onto the cage wall, climbing to the top, throwing my arms wide and jeering at the fans.
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I bellow into the chaos, high above the fucked up wreckage I left behind. This fight was mine.
Published: 2025-06-16, viewed 113 times.
Leo Boxer (deleted member)
2025-06-16 16:17So brutal, and tough way to lose a fight chica.
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-06-16 16:58(In reply to this)
She had big fists!
Mixtko8910
2025-06-16 16:05Fantastic! In every way!
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-06-16 16:14(In reply to this)
Thanks very much. Glad you enjoyed it!
Xanthe The Amazon (deleted member)
2025-06-16 15:41Well done with the illustrations - and even a video!
Valenzuela (deleted member)
2025-06-16 15:49(In reply to this)
Thanks! Much appreciated!