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MMA in Sports Bar: Mary Lee vs Carla Valenzuela
16:27 Valenzuela: Cool....ready to enter the cage? 
16:32 May_Lee: 
16:32 May_Lee: Sure. I take off my head and foot gear, sliding my pink mouthguard into place with a soft click.
16:34 Valenzuela: I smirk as I see you enter the cage in full pink—pink gloves, sports bra, and shorts—such a contrast to my red and green. I'm in my 4 oz gloves, red sports bra, and green shorts. At 5'3", 125 lbs, I'm a little more compact, but you’re clearly taller at 5'9" and 133 lbs… long reach...
16:36 May_Lee: May circles the cage with fluid grace, loosening her limbs as she paces the Octagon in steady rhythm. An Asian fighter determined to defy the odds, she soaks in the energy of the arena before returning to her corner. She throws Valenzuela a friendly smirk before turning away.
16:39 Valenzuela: I bounce lightly on the balls of my feet, tossing out a quick jab-cross combo in the air. When the ref calls us to center for instructions, I step forward. After he finishes, he says, “Tap gloves now if you wish.” I offer mine with a nod, then step back to my corner, eyes locked on you.
16:43 May_Lee: I stretch out my legs and toes, eyes fixed on you. Wearing pink gloves, mouthguard snug, I tap gloves with you and return to my corner. This won’t just be a fight—it’ll be about domination.
16:46 Valenzuela: DING! The bell rings and I come out fast, all aggression. I want to overwhelm you early. I shoot a jab at your mouth with my left, then pivot left and fire a sharp right cross at your head.
16:48 Valenzuela: 
16:53 May_Lee: DING!DING!DING! The bell snaps me into action. You come in fast—too aggressive for my taste—but I stay composed. I raise my gloves, covering my face, biting down hard on my mouthguard. Your jab grazes my defense, but the right cross comes in late—too fast—“BOOOMMP!” The punch slams into my temple. I stumble back, shaken, but I steady my footing, trying to stay balanced and prepared for what’s next.
16:56 Valenzuela: My right cross lands flush—you felt that. As you retreat, I stay with you, pressuring. Without pause, I launch a right push kick aimed at your lower ribs, targeting that soft spot under the guard where pain lingers. 
16:59 May_Lee: I can’t stay on defense forever. As your foot slams into my abs, I absorb it—then trap your leg under my arm. Hooking your heel, I pull you closer, your balance compromised now on one foot. I sweep at your standing leg and lift the trapped ankle, trying to throw you down hard to the canvas.
17:08 Valenzuela: You catch my kick—FUCK IT!—and I’m hopping on one leg as your sweep comes. But I’ve drilled for this. I launch into a risky counter: an enzuigiri kick. As your leg sweeps mine, I jump off my planted foot, twisting my hips midair, swinging my free leg around in a whip-like arc toward your head.
17:13 May_Lee: You’re wild—still attacking mid-throw. I see the enzuigiri coming and get my arm up just in time to block it. Still, your momentum carries you down. As your back hits the canvas, I drive my elbow down toward your belly. It lands, but your fall softens the impact. You managed to control the descent—smart.
17:15 Valenzuela: The elbow digs into my stomach—ughhh—but it’s not full power. I snatch at your striking wrist, trying to trap it. My legs shoot up, aiming to snap shut around your neck and shoulder. I’m going for a triangle choke, trying to drag your head between my thighs...
17:18 May_Lee: You’re quick, but so am I. I duck my head lower and push forward beneath your hips. My arm’s controlled, but my head escapes the trap. I lift your hips, forcing your back higher off the mat, rolling to break your grip. You're not in position to lock in anything lethal yet, I'm not letting you close the triangle.
17:22 Valenzuela: You duck and roll out, breaking free of the triangle setup. I release and roll the opposite way, scrambling to my feet as fast as I can. Back upright, I bring my hands up in a tight guard, feet wide, eyes sharp. I flash a grin and wiggle my fingers at you— “Come on, bring it!”
17:25 May_Lee: ' “Skilled fighter,” I mutter under my breath—genuinely impressed. You made trouble for me already, and I like it. My feet bounce lightly as I keep distance, eyes locked on your stance. I read your shoulders and toes carefully, calculating. Punch or kick? What comes next…
17:27 Valenzuela: You stay light on your feet with a tight guard, so I look to open you up. I feint a jab to your face with my left, a distraction—then drive a right cross toward your solar plexus, twisting my wrist on impact for that corkscrew snap.
17:31 May_Lee: I read the feint and duck low, squatting beneath the jab and shooting forward. My arms wrap tightly around your waist as I charge, forcing you to take step after step back. You can’t strike cleanly now, I’ve closed the distance. I keep pushing, aiming to drive you straight into the cage wall.
17:35 Valenzuela: My punch is stuffed, and suddenly your arms are around my waist. You bulldoze me backward—step by fucking step—until my spine hits the chain-link cage with a loud rattle. “Ughh!” I grunt. I try to jam my left forearm under your jaw, trying to create space, and at the same time try to slam my right knee into your thigh to slow your momentum.
17:38 May_Lee: You want to create space, but I won’t give you any. I bury my forehead into your belly and tighten my clinch. Your knee thuds into my thigh, but I lift my leg Muay Thai–style to check the strike, dulling its force. I stay pressed against you, locking you to the fence as I inhale deeply, steadying myself for the next move.
17:40 Valenzuela: You’re low, your head pressing into my stomach, and my back is still pinned. I switch tactics— I reach over and try to wrap my right arm around the back of your neck, pulling for a guillotine choke. My bicep flexes as I work the angle, trying to loop under your chin…
17:46 May_Lee: I feel the pressure climbing around my neck; your arm’s coming in tight. My body jolts into action. I drive my shoulder into your ribs with a heavy, grinding thrust. Once, twice, three times, each slam rocks your core. Your knees dip slightly.
Now it’s my turn; my right knee rises sharply into your midsection, targeting your abs and ribs in close succession.
17:49 Valenzuela: *“UUGHH!” I grunt as your shoulder digs into my side, then your knee fires upward into my belly. I flex my abs to brace, but the pain lands anyway. I throw short hooks—left, then right—toward your jaw, tight arcs with little windup. Then, I slip my left leg around the back of your right knee, trying to trip you down to the mat and scramble into mount.
17:56 May_Lee: You’re still fighting hard, throwing punches and setting up a trip, but I feel your strikes losing steam. I dig my heels in, and then—BOOM—I lift. My core fires like a piston. I wrap my arms tighter around your midsection, arch my back, and explode upward. You rise off your feet—then WHAM—I twist and slam you to the canvas with a thunderous takedown. I land on top, breath heaving, feeling a surge of control and momentum.
18:01 Valenzuela: "UHHGGGHH!!" The breath explodes from my lungs as my back crashes into the mat, the sound of impact echoing through the cage. My legs kick up involuntarily, sweat spraying from my skin. My abs burn from your earlier knees, my ribs ache.
But I react. My right leg snakes around your waist, trying to keep you close. My right hand fires upward, a desperate cross aimed at your mouth. Then I bring my left knee between us, twisting my hips to get leverage, trying to slide my shin across your belly and flip us over— a reversal attempt, powered by desperation and muscle memory.
18:11 May_Lee: This is it—your hips shift and your knee presses into my core, trying to roll me off. But I’ve seen this move before.
Instead of trading punches, I switch gears.......grappling mode engaged. I spot your heel, elevated slightly, and grab it. Your other leg is draped over my waist, but I break it free quickly. I clamp onto your left leg—hands tying over your ankle, tucking it under my right armpit. Then I lean back to the canvas, pulling you with me. Your right leg slips off my hip as my left foot stomps down between your thighs, pinning into your groin for control. With your legs split wide, I crank back hard; you’re trapped in a brutal “double ankle lock.”
18:20 Valenzuela:"AAAGGHHHHH!!" The pain is instant—lightning bolts up my leg as you torque my ankle and press your foot deep into my groin. I thought you’d go for a mount—, but instead you’re tearing me apart from below. "FUCK!" My thighs tremble, the muscles burning from strain and stretch. For a moment, the world tilts..........I nearly black out. Gritting my teeth, I roll hard toward you, trying to pull my right leg around your body. My sweat-slicked limbs squirm for leverage. I twist violently, trying to break your base and reverse the position, my body screaming in pain as I fight to regain control. "BITCH!" I snarl, wild and desperate.
18:27 May_Lee: You thrash, scream, struggle—but I stay locked in. You’re trying to flip us, but I keep the pressure steady.
*My hands clamp tighter around your left ankle as I bend your foot unnaturally. My fingers, unprotected by gloves, reach your toes—and I start * twisting them slowly, cruelly. “You’re already a good fighter, Valen. You gave me real trouble,” I say softly, my expression calm, almost detached.“But now?
Tap or nap
.”
Your muscles tense. I feel it. You’re near the edge.
18:32 Valenzuela: "GGGAAAAAAHHHH!!" The scream rips from my throat, primal, raw. Your fingers dig into my toes like claws, twisting joints not meant to move like that. Agony floods my ankle, my groin, my hamstrings, every nerve’s on fire. I try to push, to twist again, but my muscles start to fail. I’m drenched in sweat. I can’t even breathe properly. Your words echo: “Tap or nap…”
I want to keep fighting. I want to crush you. But my body’s done. My glove trembles… and then it taps the canvas. Once. Twice.
"…fuck…" I mutter. "SUBMIT!"
18:38 May_Lee: "Smart choice, Valen." I immediately release your ankle, letting your leg drop to the mat. I collapse backward onto the canvas, soaked in sweat, gasping through my pink mouthguard. After a moment, I crawl to your side, sitting near your head and looking at you gently. "Sorry for that, Valen… it was all for the win. I hope your toes are still in one piece." I reach out and slide your mouthguard from your lips, setting it gently on your chest. "Feel better now?"
18:40 Valenzuela: You pull the mouthguard from my mouth, and I just lie there—.........shaking, soaked, and in shock. My chest rises and falls in harsh, uneven bursts. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to break you......not the other way around.
But you… you tore me apart. Una diabla. "UGGGGGHHH!!" I groan through clenched teeth, face contorted in disbelief and pain.
Beaten. Out-grappled. Submitted. By May Lee. I stare at the ceiling. No words. Just sweat, pain, and defeat.
The Ref now motions both to the centre of the cage, with Valenzuela limping, he announces "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER OF TONIGHT'S MMA TOUGH GAL COMPETITION BY DOUBLE ANKLE LOCK SUBMISSION OF HER OPPONENT IS MAY LEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
Published: 2025-05-28, viewed 144 times.
Leo Boxer (deleted member)
2025-05-28 17:51Good fight, great win for May