07:42 Jinny: As a retired fighter, I always think back to the days I fought in the ring....... the bones clashing, the muscles grinding against each other. Now, today, I have another chance. I’ve been invited to fight in a league match against Valenzuela, a signed pro fighter, younger than me, but about the same weight. Although it’s not a title fight, just a normal daily match, it still stirs up something complicated inside me. Wearing my blue sports suit, a pair of black gloves, and black ankle socks, I step into the ring, bouncing lightly on my feet....... not too much of a crowd tonight, but I spot familiar faces — my old fans. It touches me that they still show up to cheer for me. With a strong feeling of wanting to prove myself, I throw a sharp round kick in the air, showing off a glimpse of the fighter I was. Then I walk to my corner, where my team starts getting me ready, waiting for my opponent to appear.
07:43 Valenzuela: I now enter the ring and look over my older Japanese opponent. She still looks fit for someone 9 years older than me, but surely I will have the speed and stamina advantage that is often robed from me when I fight 18, 19 and 20 year old women. I'm wearing my usual red sports bra, short green trunks, barefoot and white boxing gloves. I punch the air with a few jabs, hooks and uppercuts as I stand in my corner.
Val Stands in her corner
07:43 Jinny: My staff with the end of my serving and hit me twice on my cheeks, then slide my black mouthguard in my mouth. ‘Jinny, don’t forget your nickname! Hard bones! You can make it even that’s a younger guy, come on!’ My staff’s word make me look more like a monster at the moment, get on my feet and to the middle , my eyes locked your nose, without have a straight sight with your, like a hunter playing with the prey….with cool and cold performance and under the looking, a strong feeling of the smashing in rolling. Keep adjusting my position of the mouthguard and my lips protruding, listening the tips from the ref…
07:45 Valenzuela: My team has popped in my white mouth guard and smeared a light coating of vasline on my face. The ref is now giving his final set of instructions in the ring centre, telling us to break clean when he says to break, protect ourselves at all times, and to tap gloves if wish to do so. I extend my gloves for a quick bump, and then step back to return to my corner to await the bell. I start bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet, and form an orthodox stance, left glove leading, right glove tucked in near my chin, elbows tucked it. The small crowd goes quiet as they await the bell and the start of the kickboxing match. DING! DING! DING!!!!! I start to move out of my corner towards the ring centre.
07:46 Jinny: “Ding!” When the bell rings, I rush straight at you and throw a quick straight kick at your chest first. My teeth grit tight and my fists clench hard to power my strike....... I may be older, but I’m not weaker — that feeling is back! I want to see a girl down in that opposite corner after she suffers my attacks. I can’t stop my drive forward....... that’s exactly what I want to do to you.
Val & Jinny Square Off
07:52 Valenzuela: You are very eager, and come out of your corner so very fast, it surprises me. Suddenly you throw out a straight kick that goes through my guard hitting me in the chest, sending me backwards a few steps towards my corner. "FUCK!" I gasp. It hurts and I take a deep breath to suck up the pain. Then I charge forward, trying to get get closer to you and launch a combo of a right hook towards your jaw, then a left uppercut at your navel. I'm bouncing on my toes, testing you out.
08:01 Jinny: My gloves cover my face completely, your hook blocked by my palm, my face hidden behind my gloves....... but your uppercut digs hard into my navel. “Uugggg, damn it!” My breathing gets so heavy as the punch drives into me, my waist bending forward from the hit. As you try to bounce away, my arms suddenly shoot out, trying to grab your head and pull you into a knee strike....... my body can rest for a moment if my arms catch your shoulders. With that plan, my palm presses across the back of your head and my elbows pin down on your shoulders....... then my right knee thrusts up toward your face , or maybe your cheek is good enough for me.
08:08 Valenzuela: My hook to your jaw gets blocked by your guard, but my uppercut lands hard into your gut, leaning you forward, As I bounce on my toes, you attempt a clinch, your palm crosses my head and you use your shoulders on my elbows to block any punching I can do. I know a knee strike might come, and as you begin to lift your knee, I act fast, pushing myself into you so that you might become unstable on your single standing leg, and before your knee gets up high, it is blacked by my body colliding into you. I try to use my larger body to drive you back into the ropes.
08:14 Jinny: “Ummm...” Your push ruined my knee strike and forced me back into the bouncing ropes. To stop you from taking advantage, my palms grab your head tightly and pull your forehead close to mine....... leaning against the ropes, I try to get some balance back with their help. I raise my knee again to keep disturbing you, aiming to knock your left ribs over and over. The ref rushes in toward us, wanting to split us from the ropes.
08:17 Valenzuela: Your palms clamp down on my head, dragging my forehead tight against yours as your back hits the ropes. I feel you trying to regain balance, but I stay heavy on you, pressing my chest into yours to smother your space. When your knee jerks up at my ribs, I grunt, ugggggg....the first one catches my side with a dull thud, but I twist my hips and drop my elbow down to shield the next ones. I dig my forehead into yours, pushing harder to pin you to the ropes, and slip my right arm around your waist to limit your knees. With my left glove, I try to hammer short hooks at your side and kidney, wanting to punish you while the ref shouts for a break. I don’t stop until he forces me off and backs me up a few steps, where I reset my guard.
08:26 Jinny: Your tricky hooks make me suffer more pain while we’re clinched, but it’s okay. I scratch my nose with my glove and grin behind my exposed mouthguard. We move back to the middle of the canvas under the ref’s guidance. The ref warns you for the first time because of your sneaky moves after he called for a break.
My toes keep bouncing as the ref talks to you, and I give you a little smile. “It’s okay, Miss Ref....... just part of the plan in a fight....... no need to over-focus on it.” I glance at you, knocking my gloves together. “Nice hooks, Val....... you’re so serious about fighting a retired old guy? Ummm....... thanks for paying me so much attention.” I bounce lightly, gloves ready, waiting for the next order to fight.
08:30 Valenzuela: As soon as the ref snaps his arm down and steps aside, I push off my back foot and dart in fast, wanting to catch you before you can settle again. I flick a quick jab at your nose to test your guard, then immediately dip low and swing a heavy right hook towards your ribs, the same side you just braced yourself on against the ropes. I stay close and whip a left uppercut at your chin, trying to drive your head back and keep you from clinching me again. I keep bouncing on my toes to try to box it out with you.
08:39 Jinny: Its time to face something tough. My shoulders quickly swing aside to avoid the jab on my nose, and the next attacks is so familiar to me. We must have some scars after these routines. I was staring your powerful right hooks knocked into my ribs. ' Pal!!!ummmmm' Its such a torture for me. I must eat this strike for my next plan. I leaning backwards, half for painful and half for my feint. When you get closer to design a followed uppercut onto my right cheek. My core tights and my waist and hip turning quickly, right heel rubbing around and my left sole and heel throw a high kick from the bottom to the sky, aiming your jaw. The scene we showing is more like a symbol pictures on the TKD dojo's walls.
08:46 Valenzuela: I feel my hook slam solid into your ribs and catch the shift in your balance, but that lean back of yours fools me just enough. My uppercut flies in, but before I see it, your hip snaps and your left leg whips up like lightning. I spot the blur too late, “Shit!” I jerk my head back and raise my right forearm, trying to catch your heel on my guard instead of my jaw. Even so, the impact rattles through my arm and clips the side of my face, snapping my head back. I stumble a step sideways, my shoulder twisting with the force, but I ride it. Spinning with it, I whip my left glove back around in a tight, snapping backfist, aiming straight for your temple hoping I can catch you before your foot can touch down.
08:51 Jinny: You are so clever, throwing a back hook to knock at my temple....... you probably wanted to end me with that surprise punch while defending yourself. But thanks to my good habits when I’m in attack mode, one side of my arm always stays raised to guard against a knockout. Your glove slams hard into my wrist instead, sending a sharp numb feeling through it that makes me swing my gloves around a bit to reset myself.
08:57 Valenzuela: I feel my glove smack into your raised wrist instead of your temple, my clever attack stopped cold. Still, the way your arm shakes tells me it stung. I don’t give you time to reset and I close the gap fast, pressing my chest into yours, I try to brace my forearms inside your guard push your gloves apart before you can get them steady. I grunt through my mouthguard and try to rip a short, sharp right elbow across the side of your head , a tight strike, meant to crack through that guard while you’re still shaking out your wrist.
09:06 Jinny: You are in such a hurry to end this round....... but even though I’m retired, I’m not a rookie in the ring. My gloves swinging make it easy for you to get close and want to elbow my head.
As an OG, this time I decide to make a bet with you....... instead of avoiding, I just lean my head back a bit, biting down hard on my mouthguard and waiting for fate to decide. My powerful right leg raises again and this time the distance is perfect....... my toes point toward you and as your elbow thrusts in, my strong straight push kick drives fast into your navel. “Pal! Pa!” Two sharp sounds almost burst out at the same time. My body staggers aside as I try to regain my balance after taking your elbow....... my toes feel numb from the hard push into your stomach. It’s a tough match for a retired fighter. I breathe heavily, trying to steady myself, eyes locked on you to see what you’ll do next.*
09:10 Valenzuela: I feel your guard give way just enough under my forearms, my elbow whipping in, but before I can see how clean it lands, your hip shifts and your knee pops up. The next instant, your toes slam into my navel with a sharp “PA!” I grunt , “UGHH!”, as the kick drives deep into my gut, folding me forward and forcing a heavy breath out of me. I stagger back a step, bent at the waist, my gloves dropping low for a second as I suck air back in. I try to circle sideways to keep you from lining up another free shot, and attempt to brace my forearms across my body in case you charge me again while I recover.
09:17 Jinny: When you are circling sideways, I know this is a good chance....... your gloves drop a little after that kick. Now you’re on the side of my body, and as a fighter, I can’t resist wanting to see my opponent down on the canvas, even if it costs me everything.
Although I’m staggering badly, I use all my strength right now....... I throw a final high side kick, my instep thrusting into your exposed temple. I feel my instep connect with something solid, but I have no energy left to judge exactly what it hit. Right after that, my body drops down too, falling because of the damage from your elbow strike before. Both my instep and my cheek feel swollen now.
09:22 Valenzuela: Your instep cracks into my temple......... “Nnhhh!” ....... and my head snaps sideways, sending me staggering into the ropes. I grab the top strand to steady myself, blinking through the haze. I realise you might try to finish me off after landing the kick and driving me into the ropes until I see you crash down onto the canvas, your bare foot twisted awkwardly as you land. The ref jumps between us, waving me back to the neutral corner. I shuffle backward slowly, feet scraping the mat, and lean into the turnbuckle, sucking air through my mouthguard. I keep my eyes locked on you, watching if you push your bare feet under you and beat the count that the ref starts.....ONE! TWO! THREE!
09:28 Jinny: “FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!.....” My gloves grab the ropes as I try to pull myself back up to my feet on the canvas....... I shake my head, sending sweat flying, my fringe trembling with every movement. My gloves come back up in front of my mouth, my eyes locked on yours with a cold stare again....... I’m going to finish this completely. I show the ref a sharp kick to prove I’m ready and strong enough to keep fighting. You’re sucking in fresh air now, struggling for breath....... and so am I.
09:32 Valenzuela: I watch you drag yourself up on the ropes, sweat flicking off your fringe as you steady your guard. The ref glances at you, as you throw that little test kick to prove you’re ready, then at me, then waves us back in. My chest rises and falls, still tight from your kick to my head. I push off the corner slowly, lifting my gloves in front of my face, eyes locked on yours . I circle to my left, staying light on my toes, trying to shake off the ringing in my head. I test you first with a quick left jab at your gloves, looking to open your guard just a crack. I then try to step in with my right foot and swing a low right front kick, aiming for the front of your thigh, wanting to test your balance and leg strength after that fall.
Val Launches A Frontal Kick
09:38 Jinny: The match is moving into a key stage now and after all we’ve suffered, I can’t move as flexibly as before....... when your front kick comes at me, my gloves grab your ankle and hook it tight. My head swings back to avoid your damn fists as I drag your heel backward, trying to make your standing leg feel unstable and uncomfortable. Then I throw a side kick, my instep aiming right at your supporting side ribs.
10:33 Valenzuela: I begin to balance myself as you grab onto my ankle and drag my heel forwards, and then bring my arms and gloves upwards to protect my face. As i try to balance, you launch a kick that goes under my elbows and lands hard on my ribs. I let out a sharp gasp as the sound of your foot striking my ribs reverberates around the boxing hall. Sweat flies off my face and i grimace from the sharp pain in my ribs.
11:29 Jinny: My side kick lands and makes me feel so satisfied that I throw another one just like it, aiming at your ribs again. Then I know I need a combo to complete this stage of the fight....... my wrists suddenly pull your heel in toward my body, dragging you closer to me. Your face shifts forward because of my pull....... and now you’re in a dangerous position right under my fist. My gloves release your heel and smash a right hook down into your staggered cheek.
11:37 Valenzuela: My ankle stays locked up by your gloves, then uggggg....another brutal kick towards my ribs, but i deflect the kick by lowering my left glove. But suddenly you jerk me forward, release my ankle, and send a right hook through my lowered guard that smashes into my cheek, bruising it and twisting my face around. Spit flies out of my mouth and i fly backwards until my back slams into the corner. I breathing hard, but begin to raise my gloves up.
13:16 Jinny: When your back hits the corner, I step in quickly, slipping right into the middle of your stance....... my fist squeezes tight as I draw it back. A right uppercut tears up through your raised arms, aiming for your jaw again....... my legs coil like an arrow, my waist and hip pulsing with force as my fist drives closer toward your sensitive jaw.
13:26 Valenzuela: As my back presses into the corner, you come at me fast, and push unto the middle of my legs, pushing them further apart, and the rip a right uppercut towards my jaw! I am a little stunned already, so ny reaction is slow and your boxing gloved fist rips my guard apart, slamming into my jaw, snapping my head back, forcing me to bite down on my mouth guard. Ref watches me close, but i open my arms to try to wrap you in a clinch.
13:31 Jinny: Your arms lean out, trying to grab me and trap me in a clinch....... but I don’t want to give you that chance. I bounce backward quickly and flexibly, then throw a fast front kick aiming straight for your face.
If I can knock out your mouthguard, maybe I’ll have the advantage all the way to the end....... or maybe this will be the end of the round right here..
Jinny Lands a Brutal Front Kick To Val's Face
13:48 Valenzuela: I can't get my arms around you, as yoy bounce back too quickly. My face and body is glistening with sweat, and my face aches from your uppercut, and then suddenly your foot flys up, slapping over the front of my face, my mouth guard flys out of my mouth, and my back slams into the turnbuckle, my knees shake, and the Ref shouts STOP, as i lost my mouth guard. A few seconds pass, but i stay in my feeet, DING DING DING!!!! And round 1 ends as the bell rings.
13:53 Jinny: When the bell rings, I stop my next attacks just as the rules say....... my cold, calm eyes locked on your staggered body. I shrug and slide my mouthguard out, then lean back into my corner. My team comes over right away to take care of my bruises and my sweaty body....... after this back and forth, I feel even more confident now. My eyes stay fixed on you, already planning my next punishment, just like I did back in my younger days.
14:28 Valenzuela: It is a relief when the bell rings! The ref separates us and I move to my corner slowly, feeling I got beaten up by the older kick boxer from Japan. My coach towels me down, gives me water and some advice "move faster, jab more, block more". Then the 10 second warning buzzer goes off, I get to my feet as the coach pops in another mouth guard.....DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!
14:32 Jinny: 'DING DING DING!' Bell ringing, i cant wait to swallow my mouthguard in and thrust into the middle of the ring, take the advantage position. My feet always bouncing in and out of your middle of legs to destroy your pose on step. Some jabs more fluency than the first round, I seem find back my tempo on previous fighting. I am so relaxed now, without any face performance, I throw a high kick to your cheek, look like gently but actually a powerful smashing
14:33 Jinny:
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14:35 Valenzuela: The bell clangs and I push off my stool, shoulders still sore as I shuffle out of my corner. I see you already in the center, bouncing side to side, that calm look hiding what’s coming. I keep my guard up, elbows tight, trying to follow my coach’s advice: more jabs, more blocks. You flick those jabs out so smooth this time, a few tap my gloves, keeping my eyes high. When you slip inside my range again, I tighten my guard for another jab, but your hip snaps and that “gentle” high kick whips up before I see it fully. It smacks into my cheek with a sharp THWACK! that jerks my head sideways. “Ughhh!” I stagger a step back, feet skidding, arms flaring out for balance. I grit my teeth and try to reset quick, gloves back up by my temples as I circle to my left, looking to jab at your ribs to buy myself some breathing room.
14:43 Jinny: When I get my tempo back, I start trying to read your moves just like before....... your shoulders swing and your head bobs up and down. You’ve already eaten two of my kicks to the head or face, but I still need to stay focused on your hammer fists.
I see your body move and bounce to your left....... your best position to attack is to throw a left jab or hook at my right side. Once I understand your plan, I turn sideways, shifting my right side backward....... then I throw a left uppercut at your armpit or shoulder — doesn’t matter if it lands or not — and follow right away with a back round kick to your face. My right heel dances in the air, the sole locking onto your poor face again.
14:47 Valenzuela: I keep circling left, bouncing on the balls of my feet, trying to slip in that jab to your ribs, but you read it so fast. I see your shoulder shift, then your left glove cuts up under my guard. Your uppercut jams into my armpit, slipping under my elbow, “Ughh!” oh fuck, it hurts! and it stuns me just enough that I can’t reset my balance. Before I can drop my elbow back down, your hip turns over again and I catch that blur of your heel whipping up high. It smashes across my cheekbone with a crack that spins my head to the side sweat spraying as I stumble back two steps, feet smearing on the canvas. My gloves come up instinctively, but my vision swims for a second. I try to plant my back foot and throw a wide right hook at your ribs, trying to show the ref I am ok to fight, but you are rapidly gaining confidence and taking me apart with kicks.
14:53 Jinny: You stagger backward and your right fist still tries to hook at something....... but obviously, this time you misjudge the distance and the angle. Your hook is still powerful but only cuts through the air under my raised arms.
Noticing how well my attack is working, I rush in at you with a flurry of quick jabs to your lips....... right, right, left, right — every jab trying to tear your guard apart. And this time, I finish the combo with my left elbow smashing into your right temple.
15:00 Valenzuela: I feel like I am getting my ass kicked by this smaller Japanese kick boxer, as my right hook only slices through empty air space. I feel my hook swish through empty air, missing under your raised arms, “Shit!”, my balance off and my ribs still stinging. Before I can reset, you’re already on me, your gloved fists flick in fast, snapping at my lips. “Ngh! Ngh!” Each jab pops my mouthguard and splits my focus, my gloves flaring wide trying to swat them away. When I see your elbow suddenly twist in, it’s too late to duck clean, the sharp point crashes against my right temple with a dull THUD, snapping my head sideways again. “Uhhh!” I stagger, then lose my footing, my knees dipping as I crash onto the canvass for a knockdown......sweaty and moaning in agony as I lie on my side
Jinny Lands a Jab
Val Get's Knocked Down by Elbow Strike!
The crowd cheers as Jinny scores a knockdown.
15:06 Jinny: When I got my tempo back, I got more and more excited....... I almost forgot this is a kickboxing match. When you were KO’d on the canvas, I instinctively wanted to jump in and keep working on you like it was an MMA or UFC fight.
The ref rushed over to stop me and yelled at me to warn me about that move....... I snapped back to the situation when the ref clinched me and pulled me away. Even though I landed a perfect combo to drop you, my face stays cold as ice....... no one can read my temper or mood right now. My lips push out against my mouthguard as I step around near my corner. “.......FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!...”
15:10 Valenzuela: The last thing I feel is your elbow cracking against my temple , then the canvas rushes up and smacks my shoulder and back. My eyes flutter open just enough to see the overhead lights swimming above me. I suck air through my mouthguard, my ribs burning, my cheek throbbing. I hear the ref’s voice booming over the crowd, “…FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!…” , and I force my gloves to the mat, palms pressing down as I try to push myself upright. My arms shake, sweat dripping off my brow. I grit my teeth and dig my knee under me, standing before the count hits ten. The ref checks me over, I say I wanna fight and raise my gloves....so me motions us together and shouts "FIGHT!"
15:15 Jinny: As the ref shouts “Fight!” and slides aside, I move straight in behind him, lowering my upper body. Right, right, left, right....... it’s time to break down your ribs and navel. Four hooks slam into your abs one after another. My feet stay planted firm on the canvas to give my fists full power....... and my eyes lock on your knees while I work your abs, ready in case you try to surprise me with a sudden knee strike to my face.
15:19 Valenzuela: I nod at the ref, gloves up, my mouthguard jammed tight between my teeth. I barely catch sight of you slipping around him before I feel you crash in, your fists hammering into my ribs and gut. “Ugh! UGH! Hhhnng!” Each hook digs deep, right, right, left, right, pounding my abs and ribs in quick, punishing bursts. My gloves drop instinctively to try and cover my belly, but you work around them too fast. I gasp for breath, fighting to suck air back in as pain burns through my side. I keep my guard low to try to protect my ribs now, trying to step back and send a defensive jab at your mouth as I realise this older and smaller Japanese kick boxer now dominating the fight.
15:25 Jinny: I feel a rush of excitement while I’m working on your ribs....... I can feel your body dropping lower and lower, giving me the chance to throw more punches before you hit the canvas. As my hooks pound in, your jabs push at my lips too, but I don’t care about them....... I just let them scratch at my mouth, because my attacks are far more brutal for you than those jabs are for me. When my hook combo is almost done and your jaw drifts into range....... my right knee follows right behind, smashing straight into your upper abs....... and then, a hidden right uppercut slips through your arms and drives up into your jaw again.
15:29 Valenzuela: Your fists keep battering my ribs, each hook slamming in deeper than the last. I feel my knees dip under the pounding, my abs screaming from the punishment. I try to snap my jab at your lips, but you take it, my glove just glances your mouth while your hooks keep driving me down. I grunt through my mouthguard, feeling my body fold lower, trying to keep my gloves around my ribs. But your knee suddenly crashes up into my upper abs with a sickening “THUD!” “UUUGGHH!” folding me forward, spittle flying from my mouthguard. I barely see your shoulder twist again , your right uppercut tears up through my guard and cracks into my jaw, snapping my head back violently. I stagger, eyes dazed, feet stumbling under me, trying to stay up but my gloves are heavy and my legs wobble as I sway in front of you.
15:38 Jinny: Now that you’re still on your feet on the canvas, the ref won’t stop my attack....... I have 100% confidence this time to finish you. My left leg lifts up in the center and my right foot bounces forward, like a Taekwondo feint....... but my left leg doesn’t strike first — instead, I snap a left hook at your right cheek. “Bomm!!!” After that heavy hook lands, your head shakes and swings to your left....... then my left leg swings around in the air with a smooth curve, and my whole sole and heel smash hard into your turned left cheek. “Slappppp!”
Jinny Lands Snap Turn Snap Combo of Left Hook/Left Round House to Head Knocking Val Out COLD
15:50 Valenzuela: I’m swaying on rubbery legs, breath ragged through my mouthguard, ribs screaming with every heartbeat. I see your leg lift and brace for another knee, but its a feint, instead your left hook crashes into my right cheek with a sickening “BOMM!” My head snaps sideways, sweat and spit spraying in an arc under the harsh ring lights. Before I can pull my lowered guard back up, I feel the air shift, your left leg swings around wide, my blurry eyes catching the blur too late. You’ve set me up for a classic taekwondo style trap: to use a same-side hand strike to twist my head, then fire the same side leg immediately, a snap-turn-snap chain. The hook disorients me and twists my head, while the twist in your body loads the hip, and the kick follows the exact same arc. Your sole smashes into my left cheek with a sharp “SLAPPPP!” that twists my head the other way, my vision going white at the edges. My gloves drop limply, my knees buckle under me, the roar of the crowd fades behind the pounding in my skull. I slump forward, chin hitting my own chest, then the canvas rushes up and smacks my shoulder and head with a dull thud. I sprawl out on my back, ribs heaving once, but my arms won’t answer anymore. My mouthguard slips half out as I stare blankly at the ring lights, my body beaten, my eyes fluttering shut as the ref’s voice counts me out above the roar. The trap closed on me, and knocked me out COLD!
And Jinny stands over me, black gloves raised in victory.
16:03 Jinny:My feet finally stand above your body as I curl my biceps, waiting for the judge to declare my victory....... my lips and mouth are bleeding a little, my forehead and cheeks swollen, but I’m so excited because I found my way through Valenzuela....... that feeling of returning to victory. I’m breathing heavily, but my face stays cold and blank as I stare down at you. The ref tries to wake you up and check if you want to keep fighting, but I know there’s no need for that anymore. Finally, the chief ref waves his arms to the crowd and shakes his head....... “Match is over!!!!!!” When I hear this, I rush up onto the top ropes and ride the turnbuckle, roaring to the crowd like a mature hunter who finally got her prey. I pull out my black, sweaty, bloody mouthguard and throw it into the crowd....... roaring to let out every pent-up emotion inside me.
16:10 Valenzuela: My eyes flicker open under the bright overhead lights. For a second, everything’s blurry, the ropes, the crowd, Jinny’s shadow moving past me. I taste dried blood on my mouthguard, feel sweat cooling on my back, the canvas rough against my cheek. My ribs ache like they’ve been hit with a hammer. There’s a deep throb in my jaw and temple where that heel smashed me out cold. My stomach still tightens with each breath, like the wind is half knocked out of me even now. There’s a sharp bite of humiliation too , the cold reminder that I got taken apart by someone older, smaller, but sharper. I feel the ref’s voice echo in my ear, the murmurs of the crowd, my coach’s hand on my shoulder. I roll to my side slowly, blinking away the dizziness. My pride stings worst of all. But under all that, the pain, the shame, there’s a spark. I lost this one, but my mind’s already replaying it: the missed block, the gap in my guard, the kicks I couldn’t read fast enough. I breathe in through my nose, out through my mouthguard, taste the sweat and blood, and think: next time, I move faster. END
“Hard Bones Returns: Retired Fighter Jinny Dismantles Younger Valenzuela in Brutal Kickboxing Showdown”
Newspaper Summary:
Last night’s daily league match delivered a shocking reminder that age and experience can crush raw youth. In a small venue buzzing with old loyal fans, 41-year-old Jinny, once nicknamed Hard Bones, stepped back into the ring to face Valenzuela, a younger, faster, but clearly less seasoned pro.
The opening bell showed Jinny’s intentions immediately: no feeling-out rounds, just a straight kick slammed into Valenzuela’s chest, driving the younger fighter back and rattling her confidence. Valenzuela recovered quickly enough to launch sharp combos....... a hook and uppercut into Jinny’s guard and gut — but Jinny countered with gritty clinches and punishing knees, keeping the fight tight and inside where experience counts.
Throughout the fight, Jinny’s real weapon was her ability to read her opponent. Every time Valenzuela tried to jab or hook her way out, Jinny turned defensive slips into surprise kicks. One turning point came when Jinny baited Valenzuela’s guard low with a lead hook, then twisted smoothly into a textbook Taekwondo high kick that clipped Valenzuela’s temple and left her dazed on the ropes.
Even when Valenzuela answered back with desperate backfists, elbows, and body blows, Jinny absorbed them like the seasoned veteran she is. She turned Val’s momentum against her, trapping her ankle for brutal rib kicks, and punishing her every attempt to clinch.
In the final moments, Jinny sealed it with a vicious combo straight out of a martial arts manual: a tight left hook spun Valenzuela’s jaw aside, then Jinny’s same-side leg fired up in a snapping roundhouse, crashing her heel flush into Val’s cheek. The younger fighter dropped cold; arms limp, mouthguard slipping, eyes wide to the lights. A classic setup that the younger fighter won't forget, assuming she can remember anything after regaining consciousness!
As the crowd roared, Jinny stood tall over her fallen rival, black gloves raised, mouthguard bloodied but spirit unbroken. The ref’s count was just formality: Valenzuela wasn’t getting back up.
For Jinny, the victory was more than just a comeback. It was a statement that experience, technique, and ruthless calm still count for everything inside the ropes. And for Valenzuela, it was a painful lesson: speed fades fast when you can’t read what’s coming next.
One thing’s certain: If Hard Bones keeps fighting like this, nobody in the league, young or old, will underestimate her again.
Published: 2025-07-08, viewed 74 times.
