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Bangkok Inferno: When Youth Meets Relentless Fury as Valenzuela Squares Off With Himito

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Valenzuela (deleted member)

Himito K (deleted member)

Valenzuela: I enter the ring in Bangkok for my Muay thai fight with Himito Kao, a Chinese/Japanese kick boxer from China who weighs 110 lbs, 5 ft 6 in tall and 20 years old, compared to my 125 lbs, 5 ft 3 in tall and 33 year old body. I'm wearing my usual red sports bra, short green muay thai trunks, white boxing gloves, and barefoot .

My coach pops in my mouth guard, and the ref now calls us to the ring centre for his instructions. I stare at Himito, who I've fought before, but without success. Tonight will be different though, I tell myself.

Himito_K: Tonight I will face an old opponent again in the ring of Muay Thai. Valenzuela, a fighter who is never afraid of any challenge. I have beaten her last time, and this night in Bangkok, maybe she is so eager to revenge. My eyes still don’t dodge your sight, opening my mouth, waiting the mouthguard inserting.

Valenzuela: The ref finishes given his instructions, ending with "please tap gloves now if you wish", so I extend my gloves, for a friendly tap, and then return to my corner to await the bell. I begin to bounce on my feet as I wait, and start some shadow boxing with the air, left hook, right hook, weave low, left round house kick.......DING! DING!!! DING!!!!!.....And the fight now is on....so I come out of my corner fast, eager to take on Kao......I bob from side to side and form an orthodox stance with left foot leading and glove leading.....

Himito_K: After the ref’s instructions, this time I don’t perform like a rookie, I am no longer worried before the fight. You extend your gloves and I tapped it with a short bow. Then I step back to my corner, a big grinning that exploded my black mouthguard to you. I warmed up my body before I came into the ring, I don’t wanna show you my skills this time. I wanna make some secret attacks to handle you again. ‘DingDingDing’ You are stepping and compressing forward with an orthodox stance in left. I raised my left elbow to cover my face , then extending my right arm to test and limit your feint.

Valenzuela: You extend your right arm, so I decide to launch my attack, I try to use my left arm to slap your extended right arm out to the side, and then try to drive a right cross towards your chin, and then step back and move off to my right as quick as I can....a dart in and dart out sort of attack.

Himito_K: You have changed your style to a more flexible footwork. You don’t wanna grab with me for more closer distance. And I wanna see what will happen when I am taller than you and you still wanna fight like this. As your left arm slap my right arm, I quickly take advantage of the strength from your slap, changing my center to my right foot and throw a left high side kick to your right jawline, I am not sure if I can catch your jaw when you are darting in and out. But although I can’t catch it, if your dodge , your right cross is useless obviously.

Valenzuela: Your long leg snaps up, aiming for my jaw, and my eyes widen as I feel the rush of air and the sharp thump of impact brushing close. My head jerks to the side from the painful sting, even partly blocked, the height difference makes that kick feel heavy, rattling my teeth and forcing a grunt out of me. I remind myself quickly: I can’t stand tall against you. You’re longer, leaner, and every kick will be there if I stay on the outside. My best chance is to close that gap, make this ugly and force you to fight shorter. I duck low, trying to slip inside the range of your kicking leg, my gloves tight to my temples for protection. I shoot my left hand forward in a stiff jab toward your chest, to try to push and disrupt your balance, and in the same motion I drive my right knee upward, aiming for your ribs as I step in. If I can crowd you, I’ll stay chest-to-chest and start working my hooks where your legs can’t whip so freely.

Himito_K: ‘Uggga…’ You seem find and fix the bug in our length. My chest is straightly suffering a jab. My breathing is temporarily hard, I have to move back to keep the distance again, but you don’t wanna me leave so sooner, your right knee is invading into my left ribs without hesitation. ‘Uggg’ I hissed heavily to get more fresh air and clinch your upper as soon as possible. If you wanna fight in a short distance, you should pay for it too. When I clinched you, my right elbow swing to your temple with a horizontal cut. At least can blind one of your eye temporarily. I guess..

Valenzuela: Your arms snap around me and my breath hitches as the clinch clamps tight. I try to drive my forehead into your chest to smother the space, but then your right elbow scythes across : CRACK!!!! smashing into the side of my temple. My head whips sideways, vision sparking white for a heartbeat as sweat and spit spray. A guttural grunt tears out of me, knees wobbling from the shock. Dios mío… if I eat many of those, I’ll be blind in here. I grit down on the mouthguard, reminding myself that elbows are your world, if I let you dominate the clinch, I’m dead meat. My best chance is to turn your strength into weakness, tie your arms before you can whip them again. I shove my left forearm up under your chin, trying to jam your head back and make space, while my right hand claws for inside control, aiming to pin your elbow against my body. At the same time I try to stomp my heel hard at your lead foot, hoping to off-balance you just enough to break your posture and open a window to circle out.

Himito_K: ‘Mfffahhhh….’you made some many homework before you faced me again. Your forearm clamp into my chin and forced my sight get worse. You are trying your best to twist and pinned my elbow in a limited space to block its power. I can feel your sweaty body when we are clinch. Your heel then stomp on my leading foot. The position made me so uncomfortable to strike. The ref came, ‘alright! Away! ‘ He ordered us to re-pose with a proper distance. I don’t let your plan success again. ‘Fight!’ As the ref’s words end! My axe-kick is already hanging above your head, it’s so seldom to see in a MuayThai ‘a match, that’s my experience in kinds of style fights. In TKD , I used sole to smash down, but here, I decide to take advantage of my harder heel. My heel is screaming and tearing the space around you, I wanna your nose or lips getting bleed after this..

Valenzuela: The ref pulls us apart and orders us back to work, my head still throbbing from that elbow, sweat dripping down into my eye. I lift my guard and bounce in again, and then… I see your leg shoots up high, hanging above me like a guillotine blade. An axe kick. ¿Qué carajos? For a heartbeat, my mind flashes back to the clinch, this isn’t Muay Thai anymore, this is you pulling something out of Taekwondo. And it’s slow. Too slow. My eyes widen, not in fear but recognition. That’s your mistake, cabrón! I snap forward under the falling leg, crowding the space before your heel can drop. My gloves shield my face just in case, but my real aim is punishment. My left hand shoots out to shove at your thigh, jamming the kick aside, while my right fist cocks and rips up hard toward your exposed ribs, a hook meant to smash into your side while you’re still on one leg. Not stopping there, I try to drive forward with my shoulder into your chest, forcing you off balance, hoping to topple you backwards or at least pin you to the ropes. A Taekwondo axe kick in Bangkok? I’ll make you pay for that with fists and pressure, right where you can’t dance away!

Himito_K: When I am looking forward to your painful moaning, an unclear feeling came from my thigh. Your fist forced my axe move to aside. And this strike make my muscles so painful. My ribs are being bites by your fists. ‘Crack..Crack..’ ‘Ahhhhh…..!’ I leaned backward but your shoulder handle the space again. I try to control my head and jawline stop leaning forward, but I can’t. The pain and your compression make my body stay into an awkward situation. My axe leg is clamping in your shoulder with no strength and my head is forced to leaning forward by your shoulder squeeze. I can only pray for the ref can pull us apart as soon as possible before you punish me for my wrong kicks..

Valenzuela: Your cry rips through the humid Bangkok air, and I feel the opening in your body like a door kicked wide. My ribs still ache from the clinch elbow, my temple throbs, but the sight of you folded awkward with that leg draped uselessly over my shoulder is too tempting. Now it’s my turn to punish you. I growl through the mouthguard, pressing harder with my shoulder into your chest, trying to make you bend at the waist, keep you trapped while the ref doesn’t step in. My fists twitch with hunger. I cock my right arm and whip a short, savage uppercut toward your gut, looking to bury my knuckles deep in those ribs I already tenderized. At the same time, I try to rake my left hook upward toward your jawline, aiming to rattle your head while you’re off balance. My breath rasps, spit flying with each grunt, sweat dripping down onto your torso. I’m chest-to-chest, grinding close, hoping to hammer you before the ref decides to break us again. You handed me your body on one leg, Kao!… let’s see if you can take the beating you just invited.

Himito_K: ‘Pa..pal!!!uggggg….ahhh!’ I wanna kneel down for the great pain in my gut. You seem wanna squeeze all the things out. ‘Ahhhh …fuc….’ Before my word ending, a fast hammer thrusting to my jawline. ‘Pommm!’ My head was snapped to backwards and my mouthguard spit away…’Tada….’ I heard clear that it landed on the canvas. My body fell aside and my stomach is still throbbing . ‘Down!!!!!!!!!!’ I just laying near your heel and it was keep bouncing in my sight, maybe my dizzy brain cause this. I can feel the smelly canvas and your body for sweat. ‘One….Two…Three….!!!!!!!!…’ Why the damn counting is so fast. I have to find my mouthguard now, re-gain the quality back to the fight.’

Valenzuela: The ref orders me to a neutral corner, and I stand here now, bouncing on my toes as you try to get the mouthguard back in, and struggle to get back up on your feet. I watch as the ref continues his count...FOUR! FIVE! SIX!......

Himito_K: I crouched again with my gloves handling. The canvas is slippery and my feet try a few times to get back to standing. ‘Seven! Eight!’ ‘Enough! God damnit! I am here!’ I interrupted the count. Slapping my face with my gloves. I am chewing my mouthguard to re-position it. ‘Are you ok? Himito! Look at my eyes, and nod…shake…’ I followed the ref’s instructions and wanna back as soon as possible, I can’t make it an easy fight. I am sure I wanna make you down again under my kicks! ‘Ok good! Fight!’

Valenzuela: The ref claps his hands and waves us forward, sweat running into my eyes as I stalk out of the corner. My chest heaves, the crowd roaring in Bangkok, and I see you slapping your own face, trying to fire yourself back up. Perfect… you’re still dizzy, and I’ll make sure you stay that way. I raise my gloves high, swaying left and right like I’m tentative, then suddenly flick a half-jab at your guard, just a feint, a flash of leather to make you blink. Then I try to whip a short right hand straight to your cheekbone, snapping it off fast like a snakebite. And then change levels, I dip low, twisting my hips and ripping an overhand left aimed viciously for your temple as I come back up, hoping you would try to protect your abs. I growl through my mouthguard, spittle spraying with the words as I keep surging forward. Every punch is designed to be sneaky, sharp, and punishing, so I feint high, strike low, then swing heavy, all meant to overwhelm your scrambled senses before you can get those long legs back in the fight.

Himito_K: Sweat beads fly off my jaw as I snap my head back—your half-jab slices nothing but air, and I grit my teeth through the mouthguard when your right hand grazes my cheek. Dizzy? Please. You don’t know I am more younger than you? I pivot on my bare foot, ducking the overhand left by an inch, then drive my right knee up hard toward your ribs to make you stagger back. ‘Where did your fist wanna go, my temple?’ Before you can reset, I surge forward, slamming my left elbow down at your shoulder to break your momentum, growling, “Nice feints—too bad they don’t land.” I flick a sharp jab to your gloves, not a feint this time, then twist my hips and fire a low kick at your thigh, the thud loud over the crowd. ‘You want to overwhelm me? Try keeping up.’ After a lower kick, I don’t have a pulse to let you re-organize your defend. I keep the distance again by leaning backward and throw a high back kick to your lips by my longer leg.

Valenzuela: Your knee slams up into my ribs, WHUMP!!!!! and the shock rips the breath from my lungs, a grunt bursting out as I stumble half a step sideways. My side screams, my ribs feel like they’re on fire, and then your elbow chops down across my shoulder, jarring me with another crack. ¡Carajo! You’re sharper now, faster than I expected after that knockdown, and I can feel the fight tilting back into your rhythm. The low kick smashes across my thigh, a meaty THUD that buckles my leg and leaves it buzzing, and before I can shake it out your long leg whips high, your heel flashing toward my face. My instinct screams, NO time to block, no time to think, just move. I drop under the arc of your back kick, the rush of air grazing my hair, and surge forward. “¡No me vas a bailar, perra!” I snarl, spittle flying through my mouthguard. My gloves snap up not for defense, but to grab, I try to hook both hands around your kicking leg before it retracts, hugging it tight against my body. If I can trap it, I’ll drive forward with my shoulder and bull-rush you toward the ropes, trying to topple you flat on your back.

Himito_K: You wanna clamp my thigh again? That’s just the thing I always focus again. When you wanna hook my kicking leg and drive forward by thrusting, I am ready for punish your old plan. My left fist is always hiding in my side, with a squeezing situation, just waiting for your rash attack. I saw when you got my leg and you are coming with a mouthguard exposed for your roaring, I quickly send my left jab to your mouthguard, maybe the Thai boxing gloves can cover your nose too. I fell down to the ropes for your bull-rush but I think you will pay for this rash, punished by my short and powerful jab.

Valenzuela: Your jab smashes against my mouthguard mid-rush, POP!, jolting my head back and filling my nose with a hot sting, spit spraying as I grunt through the impact. FUCK!… sharp, stinging pain right across my lips, my teeth rattle. Still, my shoulder slams into you and I feel your body topple against the ropes, legs tangling as I try to drive through. For a heartbeat, I think I’ve got you trapped… but then the ref wedges between us, palms hard against my chest, barking for a break. My chest heaves, blood running warm over my upper lip, and I backpedal with my gloves raised, glaring at you over the ref’s shoulder. I paw at my nose, tasting iron, and circle out again, muttering, “Ok, cabrona… let’s see if you can still dance.” I sway side to side, then suddenly snap a jab toward your chest' not the head this time, but low, looking to knock the air from your lungs and make you guard down. Right behind it, I try to whip a right hook aimed for your temple, hoping the ref’s break gave me just enough space to reset and come in hard.

Himito_K: ‘Huuuehhhhhh!’ Although my kick got your face clean, but you still wanna knock me into the ropes. I have to clinch you tightly to keep my balance. ‘Ok! Break! Break!’ The ref split apart us in time. You are bleeding, and when you are asked to keep the distance to reset. My soles keep tipping, time to sleep sister. As soon as the ref restart the round, my right sole straightly rushing to your lips again with a front push kick. My heel will make your bleeding worse. ‘Hitaaaaaa! Uggggggg…..’ we have the same target, but yours are lower, I can feel a boomer landing in my breast. I wanna vomit….’ahhhhh…’but I can’t , I beat the nasty ,hissing heavily to have more fresh air. I can feel my sole completely catch your face, forcing your swinging hook leave its direction. ‘Ahhh..So dangerous, it came towards to my temple….’

Valenzuela: Your heel slams into my lips, THWACK!, smashing my mouthguard against my teeth. Agonía… a hot burst of copper fills my mouth, blood spraying as my head jerks backward, the cut on my lip tearing wider. My jab had already flicked into your breast, a dull thud, but it barely matters, by the time my right hook whips around, the kick has knocked me off balance. The punch veers wide, my glove skimming past your temple instead of crashing into it. FUCK!… so close, but the pain in my face sends my aim scattering. I stumble back a step, wiping my bloody mouth with the back of my glove, chest heaving as the crowd roars at my misfortune. It burns to breathe, every exhale stinging through my split lips. Snarling, I plant my feet and surge forward again, trying to disguise the desperation with aggression. My left glove feints high toward your eye line, but instead I duck low at the last instant, twisting my hips to sling a left hook toward your ribs, hoping to dig into your body before you can whip another long kick at my head.

Himito_K: You surge to me again, and a high hook or jab to my eye line. I am still in recovery from your chest boomer. My arms raised to block your punches. ‘Uggggggghaaa!’ I was cheated, your devil fist turn to a hook nailed into my ribs. I am almost bend as a fold chair…maybe my ribs have broken some.. My mouthguard was squeezed out by the hammer hook. But I should not give up like this, I tried mr beat, beating the pain from my ribs, clinch your right cheek with my raised left arm and throw another horizontal elbow with my right elbow, this time the target is your jawline and lips too. I should accumulate my attacks in the same position to make it destroyed absolutely. When I clinched you, my mouthguard sliding down on your back. I hissed badly for your hook,but still keep working on your left cheek with my elbow, even when my face leaned down to grab my mouthguard on your back with my lips.

Valenzuela: Your ribs give under my hook, THUMP!, and the sound of your grunt is music in my ears… por fin, I buried one clean. But before I can draw a breath of pride, your arm clamps around my cheek and WHACK!!! your elbow smashes across my jaw, jolting my head sideways. My lips split again, mouthguard shifting, copper flooding my tongue. Another elbow tears in, and I can feel my face swelling, blood trickling down my chin as the crowd screams. The sting, the humiliation, of a younger and lighter weight woman doing this to me…..it burns through me as much as the pain itself. Then DING! DING!!DING!!!!!...the bell rattles through the arena, saving me. The ref wedges in, forcing your elbow back, peeling us apart. I stagger to my corner, wiping at the crimson streaks on my mouth, tits heaving under my sports bra. My trainers swarm me: one shoves the stool under me, another presses cold iron against my cheek, the hiss of metal on flesh sending a shiver through me. A towel mops the blood at my mouth while the cutman jams swabs into the split lip. Ice water splashes down my throat, stinging but cooling the fire in my lungs. They bark at me……“Work the body, Val! Keep her legs busy, you’re hurting her ribs!” I nod through the pain, spitting red into the bucket. My ribs ache, my face is battered, but I grip the ropes with both gloves and pull myself upright before the bell. lips swollen, but my heart still hammering with defiance.

Himito_K: I never thought I will hate the bells so much. I nearly can let you down if the damn bell don’t shout aloud. I step to my corner with my swollen ribs, I looked back to your corner, your coach group covered your body, some louder plans came into my ears. ‘Wanna take advantage of my ribs? My leg will be busy for sure, to snap your head again and again.’ I hissed, sitting in the corner, my coach yanked out my mouthguard, keep cleaning it and jam the ice bags to my ribs. ‘Well done girl, once you bite your mouthguard. You will be re-energetic! Right? He keep massaging my shins and soles. ‘Listen Himito, her jawline is almost done, I wanna you knock her out ok? Get out her damn mouthguard to me, okay?’ He re-insert the mouthguard, with a bright eyes, I stared to him and nodded. My legs and ribs are feeling better after the break. ‘Ding!’ I knocked my lips with gloves twice to follow my coach’s plan. Keep extending my right arm to the center of the ring again.

Valenzuela: DING! DING! I push off the stool, blood still wet on my lips, but my gloves high, determined. The crowd buzzes, half expecting me to crumble, but no…………..esta vieja todavía pelea. I pad out to center ring to take you on again, breath hissing through my mouthguard. I flick a quick jab straight for your nose, then snap a right cross behind it, both punches fast and sharp, not looking for the knockout but to draw your guard high. Leather smacking air, the rhythm meant to blind you for just a heartbeat. Then I pivot hard on my lead foot, spinning my body full circle, sweat flying from my hair as I whip a spinning back kick toward your ribs, aiming to drive my heel deep into the same side I punished with my hook. A surprise, a gamble… fists to distract, the kick to crush.

Himito_K: ‘Yes let’s go.’ When I saw you re-organized your attacks. My mood is burning up too. Your fists are still fast, I don’t choose dodge it by swing , I bounced and leaned back to move out of your range. Although these are feints, I won’t change my shape of defends. Your leading foot is still on left, suddenly it pivot flexibly, at the distance that you can’t get my head, the broken ribs are still your best choice. I hide my right foot by toetip. ‘Heeeaabhhhhh!’ I try my best to receive your right heel with my broken ribs. ‘Ahhhh…..’ it’s so pain to bet the choice. I almost crouch down from inside burning pain. But due to the 10oz gloves, I hooked your kicking heel. I hissed and roared with my aggressive voice, showing my right heel again to your face, a straight push kick again from your chest to your jawline! ‘Show me your…ahhh poor mouthguard!!!!! Haaaa!’ I throw up your heel when my heel got your jawline, wanna make you down to the canvas.

Valenzuela: Your ribs collapse again under my heel, the impact jolting up my leg……for a heartbeat I feel triumphant, I hear the breath rip out of you. But then your gloves clamp my ankle, twisting, and before I can yank free your heel pistons forward into my jaw, CRACK! The world explodes white, my head snapping back, spit and blood flying into the lights. I sprawl backwards, nearly toppling, my leg flailing as you toss it upwards. My lips throb, my jaw feels like it’s split in two……copper flooding my mouth, my eyes watering uncontrollably. The crowd howls as I stagger, feet scraping for balance, one glove clutching at the ropes as my back presses into it to stop from falling. But I won’t sink yet. With a snarl I shove off the ropes, swinging my right glove in a desperate looping hook aimed for your temple……wild, mean, but full of raw spite, trying to keep you off me before my legs give out.

Himito_K: ‘What do you think of my TKD’ I when you are punching to me again. You almost gave up all the feint. I just see a barely and powerful looping hook, only wanna sweep all the hinders in front of your gloves. But I have the confidence to let you give now. I bounced back in a TKD footwork again, honestly it’s better than Muay Thai’s in this situation. ‘Haiiiiii!’ I tight my core and my hips, pivot with my left heel, turning my upper aside and throw a right high side kick again to welcome your jawline. Although you have exposed your weakness to me, that’s impolite to ignore it. After my kicks landed, I rushed forward to fix my potential bug to make you still awake, my right gloves throw a round hook to your left chin, from your above.

Valenzuela: Your foot crashes into my jawline, CRACK!!! The shock rattles through my fucking skull, white sparks flashing in my eyes as spit and blood spray into the lights. My wild hook carves empty air, my glove dragging past your ear uselessly. And then.......BOOOMMMM! your fist clubs into my chin, snapping my head sideways, sweat flying off in a glittering arc. Agonía… my whole face feels like it’s crumbling under your precision kicks and punches. I reel back on rubber legs, staggering, gloves flailing up more by instinct than control. The crowd’s roar blurs into a dull thunder in my ears. Every nerve in my face screams, my lips shredded, my jaw burning hot like it’s broken. But pride won’t let me drop. I grit down on my mouthguard and throw my body forward anyway, trying to smother you in a clinch before you can line up another kick. I lower my head, bulling in chest-to-chest, and whip short punches inside, lefts and rights to your ribs, wild and messy, more brawler than boxer. If I can’t match your kicks to the face, I’ll bury myself in close and hammer your body again.

Himito_K: ‘Emmm..tough girl…’ when I think you have already exhausted and are going to laying on the canvas. You bulling to me again with a clinch first and the start sending short and powerful jabs and hooks to my ribs. ‘That’s your last choice? Uhfmmmahh, my ribs are still screaming for your tricky shoots. I won’t let you annoy me like this. I bite my mouthguard tightly, hissing and waiting the opportunity. ‘Right now! Himito! Let her give up her mouthguard!’ I heard the coach’s yelling and know that’s the time. My right palm hook your back head and left one clamp your waist. Then I have no doubt to invade your soft navel with my right knee. ‘Haaa eat one! Ahh!! Two! Ahhh!!! Three!!!!…..’ I will keep torturing your bending navel only if you don’t release or give up your closer strikes. ‘Mgfffaaah! Forth! Ref! Check out her! Ahhhh! Fifth!!!! Is she alive????ahhhhmhaaaa! Sixth!!!!!!! You are dripping now!!!!’ I keep distracting your by my hard knees and my trash words learning from a senpai.

Valenzuela: Your shots keep hammering me, each one worse than the last……my jaw feels like it’s breaking apart, my lips shredded, spit and blood spraying with every breath. I know it in my bones……your younger, faster and more technical, so I’m outclassed. The crowd’s roar feels like laughter at my expense, my pride burning hotter than the pain in my face. Your hand clamps the back of my skull, the other locks my waist……and then your knee pistons into my belly, THUMP! My body jerks, a strangled grunt torn from my throat, spit flying from my mouth. Again……again……again……each strike deeper, hotter, my stomach folding like paper under your relentless steel like knee. I can’t even scream, only gag and wheeze, blood dripping from my split lips. My body is absorbing theblows, my greater weight an advantage….but still….how long can I take this…. The crowd howls, some baying for the ref to save me, others screaming for more. My legs tremble, my ribs burn, my pride drowns in humiliation……this girl, younger, quicker, smarter, is tearing me apart in front of everyone. But I won’t die in silence. My arms, heavy as stone, still jerk and swing short inside. My right glove hacks once, twice at your ribs……messy, clumsy, but stubborn. Then, as your knee cocks again, I twist and sling my left glove low, deeper, aiming a blind hook for your liver.

Himito_K: I am still sinking in the punishment to your navel. ‘Heeyyy! No one notice her!!!!!she almost can’t head up! Haaah! Seventh!!!! ….’ My knees thrust to go he navel again and again, you are bending more and more lower. I was waiting for your submit for a long time. Suddenly, my body seem lose all the feeling when a leather biting my liver region. ‘Ninth……heyyaaaahhhhhhhh!’ My exciting voice turned into a groan in a second. I don’t know when you jam your hook to my liver, I am so painful for the hook and cried out with a exposed mouthguard, I staggered back and wanna cover my abs until my back leaning to the ropes. I wanna kneel down to make me feel better, but I can’t..

Valenzuela: Your knees keep smashing into my stomach, each one stealing more of my air, each strike tearing me apart inside. I’m doubled over, gagging, my body begging to collapse and stay down. But then……my left hook sinks deep into your liver, THUMP, and suddenly it’s you who groans, your body jolting like I hit a nerve. I see you stagger back, your mouthguard slipping, arms dropping to cover your side. For the first time tonight, you look hurt. My whole body is shaking, my ribs feel broken, my jaw split and bleeding……but the sight of you bent over against the ropes gives me fire again. I stumble forward, spit and blood dripping from my lips, and sling another left hook low toward your liver……clumsy, heavy, everything I’ve got left. My right glove hacks high at your ribs right after, desperate to fold you over, to force you down to your knees.

Himito_K: ‘Ahhhh!’ You have no mercy to my liver region again. Even your second right hook don’t catch me because I fell down after your liver attack. I am so painful and crying on the canvas, my mouthguard laying under your sole, maybe you don’t even realize you trample it when you get closer to me. ‘Come on! What are you doing! Himito!’ The coach is roaring madly , but I am so bad for the squeezing on liver. ‘ I ….I…… ‘ I almost can’t say a whole sentence, my glove hook your ankle when I squirming on the canvas, I tried to head up and swallow back my mouthguard to keep fighting, but my liver give the feeling of tearing. My saliva drooling a lot and I have no strength to close my mouth now…

Valenzuela: Your body crumples under my second hook to your liver, and I see you fold, your mouthguard spilling to the floor as you writhe on the canvas. FUCK!……I did it. I fucking hurt you. The sight sends a surge through me, stronger than any water or breath in the corner. But I’m swaying myself, blood pouring from my lips, my stomach on fire from your knees. My legs feel like they’re carrying stone, but I shuffle forward, looming over you, spit and sweat dripping from my chin. My gloves twitch, heavy as anchors, but I raise them anyway, snarling through the blood. “Levántate, perra……get up and dance again……” I croak, my voice broken, daring you to rise while I stagger in front of you. My ribs scream, my jaw throbs, but my eyes burn with defiance. I feel your mouth guard under my foot, so I lift my leg and step back.....as the ref starts the count.

Valenzuela: ONE! TWO! THREE!

Himito_K: I won’t touch the mouthguard when I was in daily life, it has been trampled under my opponent’s sole. But I want grab it back for my quality to fight. I struggle to get it, but the pain make me throbbing . I can’t..even extend more with my arm…’Five.! Six!Seven!!!’ My coach slap the canvas so angry, maybe I will be punished after the match. There are only your sweaty and tough ankles in my sight. ‘Eight…..’ my gloves still wanna hook something to help me up again, but there is nothing to help me now…

Valenzuela: I suddenly realise that there is no way this young woman is gonna beat the count......she is in two much agony from two hooks to the liver.....and although she has punished me severely, my heavier body and brawling style has taken her down. “NINE!……TEN!!!” The ref’s voice booms, and it’s over. Himito’s still crumpled on the canvas, clutching her side, her coach pounding the apron in fury. I sag back against the ropes, my gloves dangling like dead weight, blood dripping from my shredded lips onto my chest. Agonía… my stomach is red and still burns from her knees, my jaw feels broken, my face swollen and ruined. She outclassed me in every way except one. The ref grabs my wrist and hauls it into the air. The crowd explodes, half in shock, half in wild cheers. I don’t even have the strength to smile……only to grit my bloody mouthguard and let them see I’m still standing. That’s my victory: not beauty, not dominance, just stubborn survival, the ability to take a wicked beating, and then getting a couple of lucky hooks into my opponents liver. My corner rushes in, one man sliding the stool under me as another presses ice to my jaw. I spit red into the bucket, chest heaving, and glance across at Himito. She’s still on her knees, clutching her ribs, her mouthguard trampled and dirty by my footprint. I whisper hoarsely through swollen lips, “Outclassed or not……you didn’t break me.” The flashbulbs pop, the roar of the crowd filling my ears. I’m a wreck, but tonight……I’m the wreck who won.

Himito_K: When I am still struggling for return to the canvas. The count is already ‘nine….’ I am so eager to stand as soon as possible. ‘Ding!’ Crowd is cheering suddenly for you. My spirit can’t hold anymore and my head fell again. I never I will be so difficult to face a beaten opponent. My coach is still complaining my awful performance when I stuck you. My eyes locked you in unsatisfying. The screen is showing the fighting part, I am so conceited when I punish your navel but finally I lost by the counts. Can’t bear my failure and the memory of the smell of the leather and sweat. ‘Damnnnit!’ I lay on the canvas , slapped the canvas so upset, I grab my stinky mouthguard back, put it on my chest. I will remember this smell and humiliation until next time I meet you.

Valenzuela: end

Himito_K: End

Sports Journal Article: Bangkok Showdown: Valenzuela Survives Hell to Stop Kao with Liver Hooks

Bangkok’s Muay Thai faithful packed the humid arena expecting a showcase of youth and speed from 20-year-old Himito Kao, the tall and lean Chinese/Japanese kickboxer. Standing across from her was familiar foe Valenzuela, a 33-year-old Mexican brawler whose short, muscular frame and reputation for grit promised a brutal contrast of styles. Kao, at 5’6” and 110 pounds, brought Taekwondo-sharp kicks and fluid movement. Valenzuela, 5’3” and 125 pounds, brought scars, stubbornness, and the promise that she would never quit.

From the opening bell, their contrasting arsenals were clear. Kao probed with long side kicks and a snapping high kick that rattled Valenzuela’s jaw early. The veteran knew she couldn’t linger at range. She ducked and crowded, looking to smother the taller woman’s legs. Kao’s clinch game was vicious, her elbows slicing across Valenzuela’s temple, one cut swelling fast. The younger fighter even mixed Taekwondo flair into Muay Thai, unleashing an axe kick that Valenzuela cleverly countered by driving shoulder and fists into Kao’s ribs, forcing the younger fighter off balance.

The first knockdown came when Valenzuela’s hook found its mark during a scramble. Kao’s mouthguard flew as she toppled sideways, but the younger fighter rose on the count, slapping her face defiantly to shake off the haze. She rebounded with sharp elbows, knees, and a brutal push kick that split Valenzuela’s lip wide open. By the mid-rounds, the Mexican’s face was swollen and bloody, her ribs screaming from repeated knees. The contrast was stark: Kao looked polished, technical, almost surgical, while Valenzuela staggered forward, a wreck fueled by rage and survival.

And yet, the older fighter’s stubborn strategy, to maul the body, paid off. Kao dominated upstairs, but Valenzuela kept hammering at the ribs, looking for the liver. Finally, under the heat and pressure of the clinch, Kao left herself open. Val’s left hook dug into the liver once, twice. The second shot folded Kao to the canvas, writhing in pain, her mouthguard trampled under Val’s foot. The count tolled, her coach screamed, but her body refused to rise.

The referee raised Valenzuela’s hand as the crowd roared. Her face was ruined, her lips shredded, her ribs purple. Kao had outclassed her in nearly every department, but the Mexican’s hooks had written the final line.

“Outclassed or not,” Val croaked afterward through swollen lips, “you didn’t break me.”

For Kao, the night was a painful lesson in how experience, grit, and body work can humble even the quickest legs. For Valenzuela, it was another miracle survival, a victory not of dominance, but of refusal to fall.

Published: 2025-09-02, viewed 130 times.