Female Boxing Federation

Valenzuela: I'm standing in front of this tall 5 ft 10 in 19 year old named Noelle in a backyard underground boxing ring for KO only limitless rounds boxing match in front of about 30 people that have paid t0 watch us box. 

She has a big reach advantage and quite alot of ring time for someone so young. But i'm confident. Ref says touch gloves so i stick out my ruby red ones and return to my corner for the bell.

NoelleFights: I'm warming up a bit in my corner, my alabaster skin glistening under the hot sun as I shadowbox. My pale 34D's jiggle side to side as I move, and then I move up to the center of the ring when the ref calls me to the center of the ring. I listen to the instructions before I tap my black gloves against your ruby gloves. I skip back to my corner, wearing a black bikini bottom, barefoot with black painted toenails. My hair flows loose over my chest and back as I wait for the bell to ring...

Valenzuela: DING!DING!!DING!!!!As soon as the bell rings, i skip step out to centre, barefoot in white bikini bottoms, a sharp contrast to my bronze Latina skin, my dark hair bouncing behind me in a pony tail. I start out aggressive, no circling as i send a left jab at your nose from my orthodox stance and follow up with a right uppercut at your navel, my small 32c droopy tits bouncing with each punch. 2:50

NoelleFights: I bounce out to meet you in the center of the ring as the bell sounds. I keep my gloves up near my chest, and instead of circling like most girls do, you skip straight up into my range. I catch your left jab on my gloves, trying to step back and use my elbows to guard my belly. I'm a bit too slow, but I manage to get your glove to glance off my stomach. You feel my stomach is quite soft as your glove glances off of it. "Ough..." I groan slightly through my mouthguard as I try to back up. I want to use my range, so I try to toss out a left jab at your lips before backing up a step, nearing the ropes in this smaller than normal boxing ring. 2:40

Valenzuela: My jab falls in your guard, but a land a glancing blow on your navel, which feels a little soft. You retreat a little towards the ropes, wanting to use your reach advantage and send a jab at my lips, but i slip my head to the right and as your left glove passes over my keft shoulder i move forward, trying to land a left hook on your navel, and then a right hook on your side, trying to stay in close. 2:30

NoelleFights: My jab hits nothing but air as I step back, and you take full advantage. Before I get a chance to react, a left hook SLAMS into my navel. "Oughhh..." I groan, some spittle flying out of my parted lips before your right hooks my side, bending me to the side. I wince in pain as I continue to back up, this time my pale back pressing up against the rough ropes. I try to box off the ropes with a left jab-right hook aimed at your head, hoping to get some breathing room! 2:20

Valenzuela: I get a spray of warm spit in my face as my hooks land. And you look in pain as you retreat until your back presses into the top rope. I keep coming, and take a fast moving jab into my mouth, it skips through my guard, snapping my head back. I see the hook coming, and parry it with my left forearm. I've got you on the ropes, and now explode, with a left overhand towards your forehead, a righr cross at your nose and then drop the left to fire an uppercut towards your right boob....2:10

NoelleFights: My jab works, but it doesn't seem to deter you like I'd hoped. You're absolutely blitzing me inside my range, and when you parry my hook, I'm wide open! *PAP PAP... THWACK* My head is snapped back from the overhand, my back bending over the ropes a bit before your right follows up, crushing my nose and sending me bouncing on the ropes again. My arms splay off to the sides, trying to grab at the top rope to keep me standing as my knees begin to falter. Just then, your uppercut rockets up and knocks my right tit! "Unhh..." I moan as the blow lands, my nipple stiffening up and my pale breast jiggling violently as my knees falter once more, my toes digging into the canvas to stay up. A bit of blood begins to trickle out of my nose after that combo, and I try to get my guard and turtle up against the ropes. 2:00

Valenzuela: All my punches land on target, clean hits. Your in big trouble now, turtling up on the ropes, your mobility reduced, andunable to take advantage of your large reach advantage because i'm right on you. I drop my right and dip my knees to try to send an uppercur between your elbows to try and pound the fuck out of your navel, then try to curve a left and right hook combi around your guard to target your ears...1:50 yr

NoelleFights: I keep turtled up, trying to stay safe to buy some time to recover, but you don't let up! Your uppercut slams into my soft belly, lifting me up on my tip-toes as my guard drops to try to cradle my battered belly, but as I do... *THWACK THWACK* My head is sent left and right as your hooks slam against me. I fall backward against the ropes, ass on the middle rope with my arms low, glassy eyes with my lips parted, clearly struggling to stay up... 1:40

Valenzuela: This fighr is going my way now, and the tall skinny gal is getting busted up on the ropes. You look out of it, glassy eyed, ass using middle rope to stay up.....i now launch a brutal right cross to target your right eye socket, then change levels to fire a left uppercur towards your soft belly, just under the belly button, then a right straight, using your left nipple as a bulls eye, and a brutal left hook ar your jaw. I'm on fucking fire, bouncing on my feet as i try to destroy your in the rope. 1:30

NoelleFights: I'm basically defenseless as you are in your element. My right eye is clobbered by a right cross, smacking my head around, and my knees basically give at this point, my body collapsing into the ropes in the middle of your combo. Your left uppercut keeps me up, lifting me on my toes once again, my upper body flailing like a ragdoll while you beat me. I spit out my mouthguard after that blow and try to fall down, but your right lands right on the bullseye, pancaking my left breast around your leather as another moan escapes my lips. As I'm falling to the canvas, your left hook slams my jaw, snapping my head and sending a little bit of bloody spittle shooting out of my lips before I collapse to the canvas on my knees, face down, palms and soles up... 1:20

Valenzuela: I let out a scream as you drop to the canvass and stand over you, my gloves raised above my head. "Yeah!. .eat those punches bitch!" The ref pushes me to a corner, and i watch, as she counts ONE, TWO, THREE My tits are heaving up and down as i breath hard from excitement. FOUR, FIVE. . .I jump into the air and then shadow box aa the count continues.

NoelleFights: I twitch a bit on the canvas, until I hear, "THREE... FOUR... FIVE..." I stir from my haze, struggling to get on all fours. I find my mouthguard and pick it up with my lips, pushing it into my mouth with my glove before I scramble to my feet at 8. I'm looking pretty messed up, but back on my feet with focus back in my eyes. My sensitive tits are already swelling up a bit, and my belly is turning pink from the punishment. The crowd cheers, seeing the topless teen get back up to continue the match! I get my gloves up and bounce away from the ropes, bouncing a lot less than before, but still trying to move well. I try to jab you out with my left glove, hoping to keep you at bay, being careful of you getting in my range again. 1:00

Valenzuela: The teen struggles to get on her feet, but does, and as a young fighter recovers quickly. The ref motions us to BOX¡!!!! and you begin to bounce around the ring, using your long legs to move quick and long range jabs with your long arms to keep me at bay. I slowly move towards you, trying to heard you towards a corner. I expect you to keep jabbing, so i drop under a jab and step forward, trying to pound your soft under belly with a left\right straight combo.

NoelleFights: "Guh---Uhh..." I groan out as you easily dodge my jab, punishing my soft core again. I double over in pain at the abuse of my belly, backing up and trying to hold it with my arms, and I'm clearly out of it fight-wise. My feet are barely staying under me as I backpedal, looking like I might go down again as I land up against the ropes. The rough ropes dig into my soft skin, scratching up my back as I grind up against them, trying to survive the round! 0:40

Valenzuela: I stay lock step with you as you back peddle until the ropes catch you! Trapped, and holding your gut, i go high, shooting a right cross at your eye again, a left hook at your jaw, and then i drop my right to attempt an uppercut at your chin, i'm on fire, sweat dripping off my face and body, tits bouncing with each punch....0:30

NoelleFights: Your right cross smacks the hell out of me again, bending me over the ropes. My knees are faltering again as my arms try to get up to defend, but your left hook-right uppercut combo lands and knocks something loose! My arms stiffen up as I bend backward, still staying up just by the grace of the ropes, my body grinding against them as you pummel me, all but out on my feet at this point! 0:20

Valenzuela: I should feel sorry for this tall lanky girl, but i don't, because if you step into the boxing ring, you better be ready. My punches land with devastating accuracy, and you are just trying to survive the round. The warning buzzer goes off, sending me into overdrive. I start to pummel your belly with left and right hook combos, then try to work my way up with a similar hook combo towards the sides of your tits, hoping to punish you further, then go higher to try and box your ears with a pair of hooks! 0:10

NoelleFights: I'm nothing but a punching bag for you, and you prop me up with all those punches! I'm nothing but a punching bag as I begin to slump down after you connect with the pair of hooks that land on my ears. My body collapses through the ropes, and I fall nearly out of the ring with my top half hanging out over the canvas, and my lower half in the ring, my feet hooked on the ropes keeping me from falling all the way out. My teen tits are pulled by gravity toward my head as I look at the crowd upside down and the count begins. By the count of 6... *DING DING DIIINNNGG* The bell rings to end the round! I'm saved by the bell as I struggle to get back into the ring...

Valenzuela: The bell rings and i drop my gloves to my sides, feeling satisfied with the fight. I sit on the stool in my corner, and my corner girl splashes water on my chest to cool me down, and then towels me down.

Valenzuela: I know i can win, but wont get complacent, as this chica can still destroy me by throwing long range bombs if she recovers and gets her fight plan going, but i intend to stick to her like glue, and keep working her over at close range.

NoelleFights: I flop back into the ring on my belly, not feeling so good as I feel more blood dripping from my nose, my eye tightening and my tits swelling. My nipples are fully erect as I crawl to my corner on all fours, my corner girl helping me get to my stool. She splashes water on me and tries to stop the bleeding in my nose, and the swelling on my tits. I wince as she holds ice up on my breasts, and before I know it... *DING DING DIIIINNNNGGG* The bell rings to begin round two.

Valenzuela: My nipples are now taut, like bullets, they always become so, when I dominate another woman in the boxing ring, and even sometimes when I get my ass handed to me. Then the bell rings, and I move out of my corner....I form a Philly shell stance, one glove down and the other up, then I switch it, left down, right up....back and forth, to try to intimidate....and I taunt you "C'mon pussy cat, see if you can knock me out"....I start to approach you....

NoelleFights: I bounce out on my toes again, not moving as quickly now as I was before. My gloves are up, but you can see me wince every time my tits bounce, feeling the pain that you've put them through this fight. I try to stick to my game plan rigidly, jabbing out at your head to try to keep you at my range, but clearly slower than before and with less precision.

Valenzuela: Those jabs shoot out, trying to pick me off at range, but they are slower than before, and even with my right glove down, I can use my left glove to paw them away. The next time you shoot out a jab, I use my right to paw it to the side, and with my left glove, down, I shoot an uppercut upwards towards your solar plexus and then a right hook at the side of your face, hoping to nail that ear again and make you dizzy...

Valenzuela: 2:40

NoelleFights: I try to work my jab but I'm just not in the right frame of mind anymore! You're easily able to avoid taking damage from my rangy punches, and after parrying, your uppercut fires with explosive force into my solar plexus, making be begin gagging as my chest is shock waved from the blow, before your right slams into my ear, dizzying me up again as I stumble back toward the ropes once more, arms over the top rope as the ropes begin to scratch up my back again for the first time in this second round. 2:30

Valenzuela: "You’re hurting bad now, chica… I can smell it." I close the distance fast, not giving you a second to breathe. My gloves blur as I unload, a savage left hook towards your liver, hopping to fold you sideways against the ropes… before I try to slam a short right uppercut under your chin, intending to snap your head back. I then twist my hips and hammer a final left cross straight between your eyes, hoping my leather explodes against your face. Three punches, no mercy, all killer shots if they land 2:20

NoelleFights: "Unghh..." I moan out as your left slams into my liver. My knees knock into each other, my sweaty thighs pressing up together as my toes dig into the canvas to keep me standing. My arms hook over the top rope, making me a punching bag for the rest of your combo! Your right uppercut explodes under my chin, rocketing my head up as a bunch of sweat explodes off my head. As my head resets, your left cross smacks in between my eyes, making my body convulse on the ropes, still trapped standing up as I bend over the ropes further. My mouth is agape, showing my mouthguard as more blood begins to run from my nose down my face. 2:10

Valenzuela: “You’re finished, pussy cat… now I’m going to carve you up.” I explode off my back foot, burying another left hook deep into your liver, feeling your whole body jolt sideways. Before you can even breathe, I rip a savage right uppercut straight into your solar plexus, crushing the air from your lungs. Your knees dip, and that’s when I twist my hips and smash a left hook across your jaw, snapping your head violently to the side. For the finisher, I torque my whole body and drive a straight right hand flush between your eyes again, the crack of leather echoing. I step back, sneering, the combo still ringing in your skull.

NoelleFights: I twitch on the ropes as you continue beating the hell out of me, the crowd in a frenzy seeing the topless teen getting the crap beaten out of her but not going down! Each blow sends sweat flying off my body, some sweat and blood beginning to pool at my feet as I try to stay up. I bend backward even further over the ropes, trying to keep my head back from you, but you manage to hunt it outside the ring, your gloves landing on my head in rapid succession, causing more bruising and swelling to my face, more blood coming out of my nostrils as I'm being beaten to a pulp! 1:50

Valenzuela: “Stand there and take it, pussy cat, I’ll smash you until you beg me to stop!” I dip low and rip a brutal left hook into your ribs, then rocket a savage right uppercut to snap your head up. I twist my shoulders and hammer a left hook across your jaw, instantly following with a stiff right cross aimed to blast your nose flat. I dig a crushing shovel hook with my left into your liver, and for the finisher, I torque my hips and sling a brutal right overhand toward your temple...........six punches in ruthless rhythm, each one meant to tear you apart on those ropes.

NoelleFights: I'm getting absolutely brutalized, my body convulsing as you continuously pound on my body and face, moaning and groaning along as my knees fully give out. My face is a bloody mess, with it dripping out of my nose and mouth now, and a cut has opened up under my right eye. I can't really even see any more with the swelling after the beating you've been giving me... 1:30

Valenzuela: I step back just half a stride, my chest heaving, sweat rolling off me in streams. My white gloves are smeared red from your blood, and I raise them shoulder-high, flexing my forearms as if daring you to still be standing. My dark eyes burn into you as you sag on the ropes, your body twisted and trembling, knees so wobbly they look like jello. I tilt my head, sneering through my mouthguard, and lean just close enough for you to hear me over the roar of the crowd: “Still up, pussy cat? Put those gloves up, try punching me, let’s see how tough you are”….I drop my gloves to my side to entice you to box. The ref edges in, eyes darting between us, his hand half-raised as if ready to step between, but he knows its box yo KO, ain’t no TKOs allowed. The crowd is a wall of noise, stomping, clapping, chanting my name. Sweat drips from my chin as I loom inches from you, gloves cocked, my shadow falling across your battered body slumped on the ropes. I sneer through my mouthguard, tilting my head like a wolf ready to finish its prey. My chest rises and falls with steady, hungry breaths. “Don’t think the ref can save you, pussy cat. You’re mine until the canvas swallows you.” The arena surges with anticipation, every eye locked on whether you’ll crumble where you stand… or dare to raise your gloves against me again and fight back against my bullying.

Valenzuela: 1:20

Valenzuela: I stalk closer, my tits now pressing in under yours for a moment, as I crowd your space, sweat dripping off me and pattering onto your pale skin. My white gloves hang loose at my sides, smeared crimson from your blood, the lowered gloves intended as a display of dominance over you. “Look at you… all busted up, tits swelling, nose leaking, knees shaking like a toddler." I laugh, low and cruel, making sure the crowd hears it. I raise my left glove slowly, brushing it mockingly across your cheek like I’m caressing you, not punching you. “Box or pass out babe, either way you’re gonna hit the canvass hard soon” I step in even closer, chest pressing into your gloves as I sneer into your ear: “You’re nothing but my practice dummy. Every shot I land, the crowd cheers my name, not yours. They’re watching me break you piece by piece, and they love it. You’re mine… and I’m going to put you flat on your back, tits up, drooling on the canvas.”

NoelleFights: I'm borderline unresponsive as you begin to taunt me. My gloves hang low as I continue to convulse on the ropes, barely standing with their aid. My teen tits violently jiggle back and forth as my torso twitches. As you press your body up against mine, I wince, my pale, battered form in immense pain from the beating, but I can't find the strength to fight back, my eyes rolling around, making it too hard for me to focus...

NoelleFights: 1:10

Valenzuela: With my gloves hanging loose at my sides, I lean in close, my forehead almost brushing yours, my breath hot and sour from the mouthguard. “Listen, chica… I gave you your chance. I let you try to swing, I let you try to stand. But you’re weak. Too weak to even raise those pretty black gloves before I drive you face-first into this canvas. So now? I’m going to end it… and I’ll end it my way.” I shove back a half-step, fists snapping up into guard, and bark it out loud enough for everyone in the pit to hear: “Put up your dukes, niña!” Then I let the storm go. My left hand pistons out, cracking straight into your face, then a right behind it, quick, sharp shots not to drop you, but to force you upright, to herd you backward like prey into the ropes. The moment your spine kisses those ropes, I whip a left hook across your jaw, then a savage right hook the other way, attempting to snap your fucking skull from side to side like a ragdoll. I close the distance in a blink, crouching low and ripping into your soft core: bam, bam, a totally barbaric left and right uppercut slamming into your stomach just below the navel, each one meant to fold you, to drive the air out of your lungs. Fucking nasty! And when I see your body jackknife forward, I bare my teeth and launch the KILL shot, a monstrous left uppercut exploding up under your chin, all my hips and shoulders behind it, trying to lift your feet clear off the canvas and send you crashing into the void. I don’t give a fuck if you get blown out of the ring, or if I knock your mouth guard across the arena. 1:00

NoelleFights: I'm nothing but a punching bag for you as you go to work, snapping my body upright with that first left. I stiffen up along the ropes, before your brutal left right hook comes and slams my head hard both ways, each punch sending my body swaying in that direction, barely staying up. I try to fall down on my knees but your belly blows keeps me pinned against the ropes, nearly losing my mouth guard as I spit out some bloody saliva and wince. As I try to fall again, your uppercut detonates under my chin, sending blood and sweat flying in the air before my feet lift off the canvas. My mouth guard goes flying out of the ring, and shortly after, I follow it, tumbling out of the ring and onto the grass, landing tits up outside the ring, totally out. The ref counts me all the way out, but I do not move, declaring you the winner!!

Valenzuela: The crowd erupts as your body tumbles lifelessly out of the ring, a trail of sweat and spit left hanging in the lights like a comet’s tail. I stand in the centre, chest heaving, my white gloves raised above my head, the taste of iron thick behind my mouthguard. My dark hair clings damp to my temples, but my eyes burn with the fire of victory. Slowly, I stalk forward, boots grinding on the canvas, not rushing, just letting the roar of the pit wash over me like thunder. Every step is heavy, deliberate .....a predator pacing in triumph. I raise my right glove first, then the left, crossing them high above my head. The crowd explodes even louder, fists pumping in the air, half in rage, half in awe. I bare my teeth in a savage grin and spit to the side, letting the sweat drip off my brow. Then I look down at the spot where you crumpled through the ropes, and I tilt my head, voice rough and hoarse but cutting through the noise: “I told you, niña… I end it my way.” And with that, I turn on my heel, strutting slow and proud around the ring, making sure every last set of eyes in the crowd knows exactly whose night this belongs to. My nipples are erect like bullets....as I stand in the middle of the ring, like I'm daring someone to enter.