The Asian Dungeon

09:06 Valenzuela: I have created the private room #Sybille_vs_Valenzuela.

09:16 Valenzuela: I have invited @Sybille to join #Sybille_vs_Valenzuela.

17:21 Valenzuela: The underground fight club beneath an abandoned industrial building in Berlin is a raw, no-frills arena where brutality takes center stage. Its tight, low-ceilinged walls painted pitch black create a claustrophobic, almost sinister atmosphere. Dim red lights flicker over the crowd, casting an eerie glow on the space, where a standard and well worn ring sits in the centre. The air is thick with the mingled scents of sweat, smoke, and a faint whiff of alcohol from makeshift bars dotting the room’s edges. This place is as gritty as it gets, and the people here haven’t come for a polished display; they’re here for the thrill of raw, unscripted violence.

17:21 Valenzuela:

17:21 Valenzuela: Around a small square of space designated as the ring, the crowd surges forward. High-stakes gamblers toss wads of euros at the bookies, betting heavily on who will be left standing when the final blow lands. The noise builds as anticipation thickens. Bareknuckle boxing has long held a place of respect, if not reverence, in Germany and Mexico, where women’s boxing is celebrated for its courage, resilience, and primal athleticism. The crowd tonight is here not only for a brutal contest but to see a clash between two proud traditions, two cultures where fighters—especially women—are champions of grit and determination.

17:22 Valenzuela: Tonight’s bout has drawn special attention, with an atmosphere almost electric as it pits two vastly different fighters against one another, both bearing the weight of their countries’ fighting pride. Representing Germany is Sybille, a true powerhouse. Standing 6 ft 1 in and weighing 168 lbs, she’s a seasoned, brutal fighter with a reputation for bone-crushing blows and merciless grappling. At 47 years old, her strength and experience make her a formidable force, with a history of knocking out opponents with devastating hooks or squeezing them into submission with an iron grip, forcing even the most resilient fighters to their limits. Sybille’s legacy is steeped in ruthless victories. In one notorious fight, she took down a younger opponent with a single, crushing right hook, after slowly wearing her down with body shots that left her barely able to breathe. In another match, her choke hold held so firm that her opponent had to be revived after the bell. She’s here to dominate, and her fans know she won’t stop until her opponent is broken, both in body and spirit.

17:22 Valenzuela: Across from her will ne Mexico’s Valenzuela, a whirlwind of energy at 5 ft 3 in and 120 lbs. Known for her lightning speed and explosive strikes, the 30-year-old is often underestimated because of her size. But those familiar with her record know better. In a recent Mexico City bout, Valenzuela unleashed a series of rapid jabs and liver shots, leaving her opponent unable to stand by the second round. Her fans know she may not land the heaviest hits, but her unyielding speed and relentless stamina wear down even the toughest opponents, allowing her to outlast and outmaneuver them. For Valenzuela, every bout is a chance to showcase Mexico’s fighting spirit. She has ducked and dodged her way through rapid-fire exchanges, her iron will driving her to keep moving, keep pushing, even when faced with towering opponents. She’s here for more than the €10,000 prize on the line; she’s here to prove that skill, speed, and stamina can trump size and strength.

17:22 Valenzuela: The crowd around the ring is buzzing, fueled by drinks and the intoxicating tension that fills the air. They’re about to witness something rare: not just a fight but a clash of pride, tradition, and sheer willpower. Fans on both sides shout encouragement and taunts, eagerly awaiting the battle that will etch itself into the legend of underground boxing. As the fighters prepare, the tension grows, a palpable energy that hints at the brutal spectacle about to unfold.

23:48 Sybille: i've been preparing for this fight for weeks. i've been fighting in this fight club for many years, but now i realize that i'm getting on in years. despite my hard training, i can feel that my body is no longer the youngest and that fights against younger fighters are causing me more and more problems. at the same time, i'm still getting win after win and i'm sure i can keep winning at this level for another year or two. i'm the crowd's favorite in this club because i just manage to excite the crowd every time. my trained body fires up the imagination and my fists and legs take apart every opponent to the crowd's liking.

23:48 Sybille: today, however, i'm going up against a mexican woman who, despite her young age, has already had numerous successes and is certainly my toughest opponent in a year. i've watched her fights and know that she has few weaknesses. her speed could cause me problems, but i also know that one or two really good hits from me could be enough to send her to the land of dreams. i take another look in the mirror, then head for the door of my dressing room as i hear the manager announce me. cheers erupt and i push open my door. i'm only wearing black hotpants, otherwise i'm naked and come to the ring with bouncing breasts. on the way there i high-five a few acquaintances and someone i know well even slaps me on the ass. i'm known here and i'm popular here and i'm going to send the little mexican girl home bloody. i wave to the crowd, pose and show off my strong big body and then climb up the left staircase and between the metal bars, no ropes, bars border the ring and whoever lands on the ground here will not be met by soft mats. i know from experience that an impact in the ring or on the ground can be very painful.

23:52 Sybille: i go to my corner, prepare for the fight by loosening up a bit while you are called. hop on the balls of my feet and cast a curious glance in your direction as you come in. watching you on tv or seeing you live now will certainly be very different and i am curious to see if you look as hot live as on the tv footage i have studied. i place both arms on the ring bars to the left and right of my corner and watch you.

00:34 Valenzuela: The room buzzes with an almost electric anticipation as the announcer calls my name. Taking a deep breath, I steady myself, feeling the familiar surge of adrenaline hit. I’m no stranger to intense bouts, but this one—facing off against a towering veteran like Sybille—is on another level. This isn't just a fight; it’s about proving that speed and skill can bring down brute strength. I step into the dimly lit hallway leading to the ring, the sounds of the crowd growing louder with every step. The red lighting casts long shadows over the walls, giving the whole place a raw, gritty feel, and as I near the entrance, I can already hear the rhythmic chants and cheers of the fans. They might be here for Sybille tonight, but I’m about to change that. The moment I step into view, the crowd’s energy shifts, curiosity piqued as they watch me make my way to the ring. Dressed in my Mexican-flag-inspired sports bra and blue jean cutoffs, I feel my heritage and pride radiate through every fiber of my being. I roll my shoulders and hop lightly on the balls of my feet, exuding confidence even though Sybille outweighs me by nearly fifty pounds.

00:34 Valenzuela: As I reach the edge of the ring, I raise my wrapped fists in a salute to the crowd, flashing a confident grin, feeling the rush as they react. The smell of sweat, smoke, and alcohol is thick in the air, heightening every sense as I duck under the metal bar and step into the ring. My eyes land on Sybille, watching me with a mixture of curiosity and disdain, her imposing figure a stark contrast to my compact frame. But I’m not intimidated—if anything, her size only fuels my fire. I glance up and down her towering frame, mentally preparing for every move she’ll throw, every strength I’ll need to evade. I take a few bounces around my corner, loosening up, every muscle ready for the brutal clash about to unfold. I can feel the eyes of the crowd on me, and I smile, knowing they're about to witness something unforgettable.

01:06 Sybille: i see the way you look at me and i know how you count me out. a smile flits across my face. surely you have watched my fights so far and know that there is power behind my muscle mass and that i am not as slow as my body might make you think. surely that is exactly what you will tell yourself. your speed will triumph over my strength. it will be that simple, but i read your mind and i know what other opponents thought of me.

01:06 Sybille: i clench my wrapped fists and bare my teeth briefly, not at you, rather unconsciously at me. the day when one is faster, tougher than me, knocks me down, that day will come. i take a step out of my corner towards the center of the ring. but that day is not today. i loosen my muscles and look at you, a smile flitting across my face. i don't want to hurt you, i don't want to beat up your pretty face, i don't want to destroy your body, but that's probably what's going to happen in the next few minutes. i've been through too much here to believe it's going to end bloodlessly. i smile and nod at you and raise my fists to tap out with you. “to a fair fight” i say. i've probably said these words dozens of times and the fight has never really been fair, if there's no referee, there's no fairness, each fights for victory and each will do everything to bring the other down, whether fair or unfair doesn't matter here anymore. nevertheless, i find the words appropriate and like to say them at the beginning, they give the fight something honorable, at least you can tell yourself it's about more than just defeating an opponent.

01:08 Sybille:

10:40 Valenzuela: DING! DING! DING! The bell rings, and I step forward, my fists already raised, giving you a little nod with a smirk. "Fair fight, huh?" I mutter, knowing damn well this is gonna be anything but. I bounce on the balls of my feet, my body loose and ready to slip under your reach. You’re towering over me, but I’ve taken down big gals before; I know how to work that speed. My eyes are locked on your every move, sizing you up, waiting for you to come charging in with that brute strength you think is gonna knock me out cold. "Let’s see what you got, big girl," I say under my breath, fists clenched tight, my mind already running through moves and dodges, thinking of those shots I’ll land if I can get inside your reach.

09:25 Sybille: i see how you hop off on the balls of your feet. i watch you for a moment as you move and i'm sure you're relying on your speed and think i have no chance against it. i'll do you the favor and support these thoughts a little more, i think to myself with all my experience and consciously move a little slowly. just fast enough to show that i'm relying on my power and slow enough to give you the feeling that my larger body will hardly have any quick reflexes. i keep my distance, repeatedly using my long reach to strike at your cover.

09:31 Valenzuela: I move quickly, smirking at you. I know that you can move faster then what you are moving, your movements are exaggeratedly slow, and I'm not as stupid as you think, time you strike your long arm out at me, using a dull movement, I strike up with a high kick and try to pop you hard with the ball of my left foot under your right armpit!

09:37 Sybille: you jump and as i fire another punch into your guard, i see your foot shoot up. reflexively i pull the elbow of my punching hand down and place it against my body to either let your kick slide outwards or, in the best case, let your foot crash against my elbow. at the same time i turn a little and try to punch my left fist with a lot of power against your upstretched thigh.

09:43 Valenzuela: You pull your arm down quickly, and my foot only hits your arm and bounces off to my left, its traveling fast though, and then you turn to try a punch at my thigh, but my leg is already coming back to me, and your fist hits the air, like you are swatting at a fast moving fly, and miss. This presents an opportunity to strike at you as you are turned to your right, so I bounce forward and try to punch a superman style straight right into your lips, trying to increase the power by springing off my right foot towards you!

09:49 Sybille: as your foot scrapes past me and my left fist goes nowhere, i pull my right arm up to cover my face and sure enough your incredibly fast punch comes crashing into my arm. what surprises me though is your power, your punch bounces my guard backwards and my own arm smashes into my face, not hard enough to really hurt me but hard enough to impress me and show me that you have more to offer than speed. you jumped off to put a lot of power into your punch. now i pull my left back with a jerk and angle my arm slightly to ram my elbow into your body and then take two quick steps to create some distance again.

09:54 Valenzuela: I start to step back, but you catch me in the ribs with your elbow, and force a grunt from me, and then you step back, expecting to increase the distance, to use your greater reach to pick me apart from a distance. NO WAY I tell myself, and decide to try to take you by surprise. I suck up the pain of your elbow and quickly move lockstep with you, staying in tight, I try a fast knee strike to your belly button for a distraction, a left uppercut towards your chin, trying to rip my fists between your guard, and then a right hook at your lower floating ribs, then bounce back fast.

10:01 Sybille: i hear your grunt and move backwards, but for my surprise you didn't step back, you follow fast and then you raise your knee and i tense my abs and the absorb most of your not really hard hit, my right goes up and block your left arm, direct it outwards but your right conects hard to my rips, i feel the pain but try to manage this and try to counter directly by letting my right arm, which is raised and has blocked your chinhook, turn a little and try to hit your face from above and thrust my left arm sideways into your abs.

10:09 Valenzuela: I feel the resistance of your abs as my knee connects, not with full power but enough to make you feel my presence right up close. My left uppercut is diverted by your quick guard, but my right hook meets the target, sinking into your fucking ribs with a satisfying impact and leaving a red mark on your skin. I catch the brief grimace that flickers on your face, and it fuels my determination. But you counter fast, and I barely have a moment to register your right arm shifting before it slams down from above. I twist my head just enough that it grazes my cheek instead of a direct hit, and my focus sharpens even more. Your left arm comes in, and I tighten my core to absorb it as best as I can. UGGGG.....the impact shows me the power of your punching. Keeping up the pressure, I sidestep to my left, aiming to shift off your centerline and create a narrow angle. In that instant, I try to slip under your guard, pivoting to your right and firing a low right hook toward your liver on the right side of your body, hoping to sneak it in close. I follow up with a short left jab to your chin, aiming to keep you off-balance before you can fully set up another counter.

10:19 Sybille: you get a first feeling of my power as my fist clashes into your body and i feel your core muscles and i know they will not take much of this hits. your uggg sounds hot in my ears. but you take the pain and attack directly again, not stepping back, it seems you need no phases to recover and you like to overpower me directly to the start. like a whirlwind you step sideways and try to slip under my guard at the right and in this moment i raise my leg and fire my knee up into your slightly crouched body to stop your movement and fire my left into your guard to open it for a straigt right to your jaw.

10:27 Valenzuela: My attacks get stopped, as you raise your leg and strike out at my abs, I try to twist my body to make it a grazing blow, but still it drives some air out of my lungs from the impact, and forcing me to retreat a half step now, your left flys out, and forces my guard open, and then your right shoots out, but I see it coming and I drop under your right, and then step back in towards you, and try a left uppercut again towards your liver, wanting to dive me fist under your rib cage and really smack that soft liver around and follow this with a right straight at your big left boob! I know when I've overstayed my welcome and try to escape by moving back quickly.

10:38 Sybille: I open your guard and my right goes straight to your chin but in this moment you are to fast for me, you drop unser my arm and then your left hits hard my liver and i grunt out in pain and my face gets abtortured grimace dir the crowd. The explosion of the pain let me step back and your right Hand smashes into my left boob and let my big breast hurt and fly high....i settled Up my guard again and are Happy that you step back in this Moment, because the second IS Welcome to recover quick after this First hard Hits, you see that my breast is getting red directly and maybe will turn later the color again

11:00 Valenzuela: I catch the glimpse of pain etched on your face as my fist digs into your liver, and I can feel the impact reverberate through my knuckles and arm, a victory that makes the fight worth every effort. The crowd’s reaction adds fuel to my drive, as my right connects with your left boob, making it bounce and wobble, and I notice the redness starting to appear, a visible mark of my punching. As I step back, I take a quick second to gauge your stance, noting your guard is up but your breathing has changed just slightly. Seeing that moment of recovery in your stance, I decide to push my advantage ruthlessly. I lunge forward, closing the distance with a calculated step, and unleash a hard right hook aimed straight at your lower ribs, intent on deepening the pain from my earlier strike. Not giving you a moment to respond, I shift and try to fire a rapid left uppercut between your guard, aiming for your jaw with unrestrained power. I’m not done yet. Moving in closer, I try to heel stop the toes of your lead foot, and swing a devastating right hook directly at your cheek, determined to try to rattle your senses, wanting to hurt and crush you and and keep you from regaining your footing. My fists feel like they’re on fucking fire, doing my best to give you a taste of Mexicana style boxing.

11:27 Sybille: i need a second to recover after this first hits from your fists, and you gave me this time by steping back, but then you rush again with all your speed and determination towards me. maybe your hits make you very confident that i am already done, or maybe you think those first strikes could already melt my stamina you try to use your advantage and maybe you think the advantage is already more than it really is. i stand my guard already raised and wait for your straight hook at my ribs, and bring my left arm in between, deflecting your powerful punch outwards with my elbow. the force of your own punch, deflected, prevents you from getting away fast enough and my left, which has bolted, now shoots straight forwards to deliver a powerful punch to your uncovered chin. wanting to take advantage of this moment, if my punch hits you and stops your other movements, i pay you back for the blow to my chest with my right and fire it forcefully at your left chest.

11:43 Valenzuela: Your quick reaction catches me off guard as my punch is deflected, the force causing my balance to shift. Before I can adjust, your left fist snaps forward, catching me squarely on the chin with a crack that rings in my ears. The impact rocks me back, and I feel a brief, disorienting flash. My jaw throbs, and I barely have a moment to process the hit before your right hand slams into my chest with brutal force, sending a wave of sharp pain through me. I grunt from the impact, feeling the sting radiate across my torso as I stumble a step back. But his ain't the first time I've been punched hard in the chin and chest, and I try to suck up the pain. Gritting my teeth, I shake off the momentary daze and dig deep, forcing myself to stay in close despite the pain. I lunge forward with renewed aggression, ignoring the ache in my jaw. I throw a quick, low jab at your midsection to keep you busy, aiming to disrupt your focus, then pivot sharply and unleash a fierce right uppercut aimed at your solar plexus, hoping to knock the wind out of you. Without pause I follow with a left hook aimed at the side of your head, intending to drive home my determination and force you into backing down.

12:03 Sybille: Nearly as a wild bull, you don"t give you or me a rest, wild and angry you put the pain away, but i am sure my hard shot at your jaw must have you dazed a bit. You grit your teeth wildly determined and your fast shots Take me busy again, you manage to push a fast right uppercut and i am Not avle to move fast away, i could only deflect your so that your Hit Lands in my Abs instead of the solar Plexus. I grunt in pain,but my well trained Abs does their work and i duck unser your left hook to my head so that not your fist only your arm slides over my cheek, while your fist meets the air. sending my right fist from below into your armpit and stomp my heel into your toes, to crash them and i am sure, this will stop your speed moves for the rest of the fight, then i quickly move backwards to keep my guard up.

13:37 Valenzuela: I feel the resistance in your abs as my fist lands, but it’s not the solid hit I’d aimed for. You’ve deflected my punch just enough that it doesn’t break through the way I intended. And before I can adjust, your right fist strikes up into my armpit, a sharp, piercing pain radiates through my shoulder, momentarily paralyzing my arm. Then, you stomp down on my toes, crushing them under your weight, and a surge of pain shoots through my foot, causing me to stagger. It’s a brutal, unforgiving move that slows me down, like you’d planned, and I realize you’re more than ready to bring out every fucking dirty trick in the book to keep me from gaining ground. A wave of frustration floods through me, but I channel it, gritting my teeth again and staying focused despite the pain throbbing through my body. I step back briefly to ease the pressure, putting weight on my other foot. I raise my guard higher, determined to keep the heat on. My Mexicana pride kicks in, and I push forward again, I pivot slightly to my left and aim a sharp right jab to your face, hoping to draw your guard up, then quickly follow with a hard left hook to your ribs, wanting to return the punishment with a relentless drive to beat you down.

19:53 Sybille: I Hit you really hard with my foot and fist and i see the pain in your face and the frustration. Yeah....i think for me, as i know, this kick to your toes could bei a game changer. But you use the frustration to take the pain and manage it and you fight back. Most of my opponents and maybe ne too would need somebtime after auch huts, but you Attack immediately again. No rest or pause, you put all you have in and i notice it and feel deep respect for this little mexican whirlwind. Even If every step should hurt in yout foot you come fast the steps to me, fast enough, that i could not step backwards and use my reach...you pivot and i react fast and raise my guard, to block your feint, as your left fist rams into my ribs. I gasp for air, as the pain runs through my body and my rib hurts, but instead of stepping away i let my raised guard go down and ran my right ellbow from above into your breast, and then i rotate also to turn my left side into your direction and slam my left into your liver Region.

00:28 Valenzuela: As I throw my left hook into your ribs, I feel the satisfying impact reverberate through my knuckles. I can hear your sharp intake of breath, and it fuels me, knowing I’ve hit something solid. I can tell the pain is radiating through you, and for a split second, I think I might have broken you. But before I can follow up, your elbow drives down from above, slamming into my chest. A burst of pain erupts from the spot, sharp and unforgiving, making my body instinctively pull back. I can feel the soreness spread across my torso, but I grit my teeth, forcing myself to focus. I know I can’t let you take control. Your next move is even quicker. You rotate, turning to your left, and I barely see your left arm coming before it’s too late. Your fist slams into my side, landing close to my liver, and the shock of pain explodes through me, momentarily stealing my breath. My body tenses involuntarily, and I let out a stifled grunt as the ache sinks in. I know I need to regroup before I can mount another attack. Swallowing the pain, I take a few quick steps back, my guard coming up high to protect my face and torso. My breaths come a little heavier, I know you’re waiting for any opening to exploit, so I stay tight, guarding up, trying to recover just enough to stay in the fight.

07:28 Sybille: I see the pain in your eyes and i see it in your movement as you step backwards, that i had Hit, maybe hurt you. The first time in this match, i had managed to stop your rush against ne. You step backwards and i follow directly, now it is my time to hold the intensity of our fight high, while following you, i feel a sharp pain at the position you had hit my ribs, maybe there will be more than only a blue point at the end of the fight, but i try to manage the pain and my fists coming to your guard, following you, to hold your guard busy. My target ist Not to Hit you hard in this Moment, i try to direct your body into the near corner behind you, with quick jabs into your guard, using my higher leverage. My breast ist meanwhile blue and violett and hurts like hell. Another jab to hold your guard up, and then i kick my right foot into your left thigh.

09:09 Valenzuela: As I step back, trying to catch my breath and regroup, I see you coming right after me, relentless. I can feel the pain radiating from my side and my chest, but I push it down, focusing on keeping my guard tight. I know you’re trying to herd me toward the corner, constant jabbing at my guard and I’m not about to let that happen. You’re taller, stronger, and using that reach advantage, firing quick jabs that I parry with my forearms but still feel the force behind, your large boobs bouncing with each jab. I know I can’t stay defensive for long. I watch your movements closely, and just as you throw another jab, I catch a glimpse of your right leg starting to move. It’s a kick aimed at my left thigh, and I know if it connects, it could slow me down even more. In a split-second decision, I sidestep to my right, avoiding the full impact of your kick as it sweeps past me. Using this opening, I move fast, slipping to your side, and then quickly pivot around to your back. With a surge of determination, I try to jump up on to your back, to wrap my legs around your midsection like hooks, attempting to ride you, and then to try and wrap my right arm around your neck, hoping I can also lock my left hand under my right bicep, and lock in the rear-naked choke.

09:23 Sybille: My kick does not work very well, i meet your leg but not as hard as intended. And then you show, that you are still dangerous and even If your foot must hurt like hell you act really fast aorund me. Due to my raised leg i could not rotate in this Moment, and a second later you spring at my back and wiggle your arms and legs around my body and neck. I feel the power of your well trained legs and know, i could not take this long, without getting weakend, maybe in the middle of the ring or in an ring with ropes, i would getting big Problems with this move from you, but close to the corner of metal, i don't try to free me, i hold with my free arm one of your wrist and rotate immediately and ram your back into the metal of the corner. And then i slam my ellbow in your Body, wherever it will hit you.

09:31 Valenzuela: Feeling the pressure of your powerful rotation, I brace myself as my back slams against the unforgiving metal of the corner. The impact sends a jolt of pain through my spine, forcing me to clench my teeth to keep from crying out. Just as I’m regathering my focus to tighten the choke, your elbow crashes into my side, sending a sharp, pulsing pain through my ribs. My legs loosen some, and so does my right arm around your neck, as I feel the pain intensify on my ribs, but I refuse to let go, I know I’m close to having the advantage here. Gritting through the pain, a few tears now streaming down my face, I adjust my legs, squeezing tighter around your midsection to keep mounted, and I grit my teeth as I reinforce my grip around your neck. I focus on keeping my right arm locked firmly under your chin, and I press my left hand against my right bicep, determined to secure the choke despite the pain surging through my body. I know I need to end this quickly, so I channel every ounce of energy I have into tightening my grip, pulling back with my arms and trying to compress your neck further, hoping to wear down your resolve and force you to make a mistake or even surrender.

09:39 Sybille: I feel a short moment your legs lose the power but not enough to escape, i feel the hard Impact of Metall in your Body shaking you and let you gasp, i know i have to end this hold fast or your legs and arms will drain my power fast. But in the moment i have enough Power to slam your back ones more into the metal bars behind me and fire my ellbow again in the same place, i have done absecond before. The crowd roars around us, they feel, that now the fight gets into the final Phase. A nasty smirk comes at my lips, as i feel again your hold gets weak, and then i move my arm and claw my fingers deep and brutal into your hurtet and smashed foot in Front of me.

09:46 Valenzuela: As you slam me into the metal bars again, pain shoots through my back, making me gasp as the relentless impact rattles me. Your elbow digs into my ribs, hitting the same bruised spot, and I feel my grip weaken slightly from the overwhelming pressure and pain. My legs loosen further around your midsection, and I struggle to maintain my position, my body screaming at me to release. But I know that if I let go now, I may not get another chance. Then, I feel your fingers claw into my injured foot, a searing pain surging through me as you dig in with brutal force. My teeth clench as I try to suppress a cry, but it’s too much, and I instinctively drop my legs to the ground. My hands begin to slip, and I can feel the last remnants of my hold fading as the agony from my foot nearly overwhelms me. I take a deep, shaky breath, gathering what little strength I have left, and make one final effort to tighten my arm around your neck, pulling back with every ounce of energy I can muster, even with the intensity of the pain radiating through my foot and ribs.

09:54 Sybille: Your strong legs try to drain my body and a sharp pain is in my rib you have hitten and maybe broken before, i feel weaker from your hard hold, but finally the pain in your foot ist total much, you drop your feet and my body is free but your arm still around me, you hang at my neck like a monkey, but i know, the last impacts, have drained your power also and your pain in the foot must be horrible. I place my hand at your arm around my neck and my biceps tense, as i move one step forward, bend my Body forward, lower your grip around my neck and try to throw your little but so resistent mexican body with ny movement over me, into the middle of the ring.

11:01 Valenzuela: I can feel my grip slipping, my arms growing weaker as your relentless assault takes its toll. The pain radiating from my foot is excruciating, and I know I’m losing control, even as I cling desperately to your neck. My body trembles with the strain of holding on, but with one final jolt, you bend forward, and I feel my hold loosen completely as my toes touch the ground. With one swift motion, you throw me forward, and my body tumbles through the air. Being flipped over in the air feels like time slows down for a split second as your body becomes weightless, almost detached from the ground and all sense of stability. There’s a sudden, intense disorientation as up and down blend together, and I lose all control of my body’s position. The air seems to rush past me, but it’s strangely silent, leaving me alone with a mix of fear and surprise as I know the ground is rushing toward me. MY stomach tightens, and an instinctive panic flashes through m mind, knowing I’ll be at the mercy of the force that threw me. My vision spins, and it’s hard to focus on anything until that split second right before impact. Then, gravity pulls me down with a final surge, and when I hit the ground, the shock jolts through my entire body, leaving you breathless and momentarily stunned. The impact is like a shockwave, slamming through my entire body the moment I hit the ground. My back and shoulders take the brunt, knocking the air from my lungs in a sharp, helpless gasp. Everything blurs for a second, the world spinning around me as I try to orient myself. Pain flares up, sharp and unforgiving, radiating from my spine down to my limbs. I feel heavy, almost pinned to the floor by the force of the landing, my muscles tensing up instinctively as they try to absorb the blow. I lie there for a heartbeat, stunned, my mind scrambling to catch up with what just happened.

12:02 Sybille: For me, too, time stands still for a moment as the pressure on my neck eases and your body sails over me in an arc. I greedily suck in the air as it rushes into my lungs and flows through my veins, sending me into a small frenzy.A deep nasty stitch in my lungs makes me aware of my throbbing aching rib, making me gasp. I straighten up and stand still, breathing shallowly to reduce the pain in my side and then your body hits the ground. The crowd holds its breath as you lie motionless on the ground and I feel concern for you and what the impact is doing to you. Relief spreads as I see your chest rise and fall and you blink dazedly, regaining your bearings. I tense slightly and wait as my boiling blood cools and my breathing calms. "Stay down" I think to myself as I watch you and wait. I won't attack you any further while you're down, but if you get up, I'm ready to finish you off mercilessly. The silence ends as the crowd realizes you're breathing and blinking and shouts for you to get up, shouts for me to finish it, the mob wants to push me to hit you, but I won't do it as long as you stay down. Mtc

12:06 Sybille: My big breast has also turned completely purple and sends waves of pain through my body while I look down at you, tense and on an adrenaline rush

12:40 Valenzuela: The world slowly comes into focus as I lie there, gasping for air, my body still aching from the impact. My chest rises and falls with heavy, labored breaths as I try to shake off the dizziness. Every inch of me feels bruised, and there’s a throbbing ache radiating from my back and shoulders, reminding me just how hard I hit the ground. The crowd's noise starts to seep in, an intense mix of cheers and shouts urging me to rise, pushing me, challenging me to keep going. I blink, clearing the haze, and lift my head just enough to see you standing over me, your chest heaving, purple and bruised, yet poised and ready. Despite the pain in my body, my fighting spirit flares up, refusing to let this be the end. Gritting my teeth, I push my palms into the ground, feeling the rough texture beneath my fingertips as I force myself up, bit by bit. My muscles scream in protest, but the thought of staying down, of giving in, is worse than any pain I feel now. With a determined glare, I meet your eyes. The crowd roars louder as I struggle to my feet, swaying for a moment before steadying myself, and getting into my boxing stance.

13:06 Sybille: I See you move and start to push up your body. A wave of deep respect runs through my mind, that you don't use the easy was to end it. I tense my muscles more, knowing i have hit you hard and i am in Advantage, but it is still not done. ou need time to push your body up and come back to your feet and as soon as you ar back and raise your guard into a boxing stance I start my pressure and attack you directly, i don't give you time to recover or to make your still not really well positioned guard parfect. I send a quick jab to your head, to force you to raise your guard and pivot my Body to my left Side, trying to Slam my left fist again into your liver and raise my right leg, to push my knee into your stomach.

13:14 Valenzuela: Still feeling daized from the judo toss, my reflexes are sluggish, so your jab slips through my guard, popping into my cheek, snapping my head back. The sting of your quick jab registers as it lands, my arms moving instinctively to late to block. I brace myself for another head shot, but your pivot is fast and precise, and I catch the powerful left hook right in my side. Pain flares from my liver, sharp and deep, momentarily stealing my breath. My vision blurs as I clench my teeth to push through the ache. But you’re relentless, and before I can fully react, your knee drives into my stomach. My core tightens instinctively, but the force is brutal, and it knocks the wind from me with a harsh gasp, bending me forward. I stagger back, feeling the burn ripple through my abdomen. The crowd’s noise fades slightly, as if my body is trying to tune out the chaos around us to survive this moment. Summoning the last of my energy, I plant my feet firmly, gritting through the pain, and force my body upright, but my knees are unsteady and start to buckle as I lash out wildly with a left haymaker towards your blurred head

13:44 Sybille: My punch and my kick meets your body hard and i see you stagger back. I raise my guard and see your inner fight to take control over your unsteady knees and the you put all your power in a haymaker aiming my head. There is not many left from the whirlwind at the beginning of our fight and your haymaker is not longer at the point at your first quick well placed hits, i Dodge my head to the side and your haymaker scrapes across my cheek and I can feel that there was still enough power in the blow to put me in serious trouble if it had hit the target. But i don't waist any time with this thoughts, your raised arm opens your body for my left to punch it and sharp into your belly button and fire my right with an uppercut aiming your jaw.

14:05 Valenzuela: My wild, desperate swing barely scrapes your cheek, leaving me unsteady and exposed. Before I can regain my footing, you retaliate with brutal speed, your fist driving sharply into my belly button. The impact knocks the air from my lungs, forcing a gasp from my lips and sending a shudder of pain through my core. As I instinctively double over, your right fist crashes into my jaw with merciless precision, snapping my head back. A flash of white bursts in my vision as the blow sends me reeling backward, my legs buckling beneath me. I stumble, barely able to steady myself, until the corner’s hard, unforgiving edge halts my backward fall, propping me up but trapping me there, too. My limbs feel heavy, weakened, and every breath comes out shallow and ragged. I’m painfully aware of the dull ache spreading from my jaw to my skull and the throbbing in my stomach, but there’s no time to recover. I press my back against the corner, using it to keep me upright, as the crowd’s noise blends into a muffled roar around me. I know I’m in bad shape, forced into a vulnerable spot and unable to move freely, yet I dig deep, bracing myself against the corner and trying to summon any remaining strength to stay in this fight.

14:40 Sybille: Your haymaker hast schön me, that you have still power to hurt me, when i give you any chance to land an attack. I am experienced enough to know, as long as you are one your feet, the fight ist not done...as long as you keep your mind in the fight and the willpower to fight Back, i have to bei aware of this and so i don't run like a wild bull...i take my guard and follow your staggering legs and your tries to stand and then your body stand still in the Corner. It seems that you are hanging in the metal bars behind you and only them hold your body and beware your from going down in this moment. I step close to you, not willing to let you escape If the unexpected happen and you find the power to move. I see your attempt to raise and strengthen your guard but i try to send quick japs into your body... A left and right into your abs and then another two hooks into your left and right breast.

14:55 Valenzuela: I find myself completely trapped, unable to retreat, with nowhere left to turn. Your imposing figure looms over me, cutting off any escape routes. My legs tremble, knees feeling like they could buckle at any second from the strain. Every move you make is slow and calculated, radiating a quiet, terrifying confidence. You drive a left and right jab into my stomach, each punch forcing the air from my lungs in sharp bursts of pain, leaving me gasping. Just when I brace myself, you unleash a brutal left and right hook aimed squarely at my chest. Instinct kicks in, and I raise my forearms just in time to absorb the impact, feeling the shock ripple through my arms. Desperation fuels my next move as I decide to push back. Summoning every ounce of strength, I surge forward, arms opening wide as I attempt to clinch, hoping that by pulling myself into your larger frame, I can disrupt your momentum just enough to buy myself a moment to breathe and regain control.

15:05 Sybille: You take the hits in the belly and gasp for air and manage however to bring your arms in front of your breast and Clinch your arms around me. I feel your weight, feel your sweat at my skin, i feel your small, hot but now weakend Body hanging at mine, i feel the trembling of your legs and i push my fists left and right into your Abs while you Clinch but not having the power to stop my short quick shots, i feel your head at my shoulder and your body rocks with every punch of my fists.... "You have done a great Job, but we both know, that you are done" i whisper.

15:08 Valenzuela: You take short choppy punches at my sides, but they don't hurt much because of the angle is not good for your long arms. I hiss back at you "Piss off puta!" And then try to hug you tighter to keep you in control.

15:48 Sybille: I hear your wird's, the proud words of a mexican fighter, and i know, you never will give up. With a grunt i tense my beceps and Break your clinch, push you between your brests back and Slam my right fist into your face aiming your temple followed by a left uppercut to your jaw trying to finish you now clearly

16:48 Valenzuela: Guarding my chest, I barely see your powerful right fist coming, and before I can react, it slams into my temple with crushing force. My head snaps back, the impact jolting through my entire skull, and I feel a wave of disorientation as my vision blurs. The blow leaves me exposed, my jaw tilted upward, and I know I’m vulnerable—but there’s nothing I can do to defend myself. In the split second that follows, you drive a brutal left uppercut into my chin, the force of it lifting me slightly off my feet and slamming me back into the corner. The impact sends shockwaves through my entire body, and I feel my brain rattle, as if bouncing inside my skull. My knees go weak, and it’s as though every ounce of strength has drained away, leaving me suspended in a moment of weightless silence. My body sags, slipping down the corner post as my vision dims, my senses slipping further and further away. My legs finally give out completely, and I crumple, hitting the canvas with a soft, final thud, my mind drifting into darkness.

16:51 Sybille: I wait, standing in front of your limb body and know, the fight is over. I wait some seconds, aware to fight, If you try to stand up, the crowd cheers and i feel exhausted but feel also the arousing of a victory, as you don't move anymore, i raise your hand but the hand fall down again and then i raise quick my fists to enjoy absecond my victory. The manager call the end of the fight but i don't care about all the things around as you still don't move, i crouch down and caress your cheek and look into your eyes...

17:03 Valenzuela: A dull ache pulses through my skull, pulling me from the depths of darkness. My eyelids feel like lead, heavy and reluctant to open, but I manage to crack them just enough to see hazy shapes above me. The noise around me fades in and out, a distant roar that slowly sharpens into the sounds of the crowd. My senses trickle back, piece by piece, as I realize I’m lying flat on the canvas, every inch of me aching, my head pounding in rhythm with my heartbeat. The first thing I see clearly is Sybille, crouched beside me, her face softened from the fierce intensity she wore just moments ago. Her hand is on my cheek, warm and gentle, and I feel the roughness of her knuckles that were used to knock me out. My mind struggles to piece together what happened—each blow, each failed defense rushing back in fragments. I blink up at her, the clarity returning slowly, and with it, the sting of defeat. I try to move, but my body protests with a dull, throbbing pain that holds me down. Sybille’s gaze is steady, her expression a mix of victory and something else, perhaps respect. For a moment, the world around us fades, and I’m left staring up into the eyes of my opponent, feeling the weight of the fight, the weight of my defeat, and a strange, reluctant admiration for the power that brought me down.

17:09 Sybille: I See your eyes, flattering and then open, i see you are aware off all and as well as it could bei after this fight. "You was hard piece of work" i say with much respect. I reach my hand and help you up. I try to use my power, that it not seems as you could stay alone and then as you stand beside me, i raise your hand too, talking the cheering of the crowd not alone for me.....

17:13 Valenzuela: My whole body feels like it’s made of lead, but I manage to grasp your offered hand. You pull me up, your strength steadying me, and I do my best to keep my legs from buckling. Once I’m standing beside you, I can feel the weight of the crowd’s eyes on us. You raise my hand, acknowledging the fight we put each other through, and the crowd roars in approval, their cheers washing over us in waves. For a moment, the bitterness of defeat softens as I see their respect, not just for your victory, but for the battle we waged together. I glance at Sybille, nodding in silent gratitude. end or