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08:04 Valenzuela: Last time I fought Himito Kai, it was a muay thai fight in Hong Kong, and the taller but lighter weight Chinese/Japanese fighter took me out by trapping me on the ropes in round 2, she palmed my head up, and then landed two brutal knee strikes to my navel, followed by an uppercut to my chin as I bent forward, KNOCKING ME OUT. A tough loss for me, given that I nearly knocked her out in round 1. We are back at the HONG KONG FIGHT CENTRE, for a rematch, but now an MMA fight. We have already been introduced, me as the 33 year Mexicana Karla Valenzuela, 125 lbs, 5 ft 3 in tall, MMA record of 10:13:0 and overall fight record of all styles 42:57:0. And 20 year old Himito Kai, Chinese/Japanese rookie weighing in at 110 lbs, 5 ft 6 in tall, MMA fight record of 0:0:0 and overall fight record for all styles of 2:1:0. In spite of my muay thai loss to Kai, I am still the predicted winner of tonight's MMA fight, given my greater weight, ability to take punishment and greater MMA experience. But we shall see, she has good stamina and is 13 years younger. The ref has called us to the cage centre, for instructions, and I stare straight at Kai, intending to fuck up this 20 year old once the bell sounds.
08:28 Himito_K: With no hesitation, I step forward and accept the challenge once again against the elder fighter. I’ve studied hours of her Octagon footage, picking apart every detail, determined not to be made a joke the second time we meet. After the announcer calls our names, we move to the center of the cage. The ref begins his instructions, but your eyes never leave me, sharp, aggressive, daring me to look away. I lift my chin, refusing to flinch, chewing down on my mouthguard as I raise my gloves high and meet your stare with all the defiance I can muster.
08:37 Valenzuela: Himito stares back at me, showing no sign of fear. Brave girl. The ref ends his instructions by suggesting we touch gloves, so I extend mine and return to my side of the cage wall. I begin to bounce on my feet, and shadow box as I wait for the bell....left hook, right uppercut, weave low, JAB JAB. DING!!!!!!!!!!!!.....The bell rings and I move towards the cage centre, eager to get at Himito Kai for revenge. I begin to circle to my right. Gloves up and ready:
08:40 Himito_K: I watch you shadow box across the cage and a smile spreads across my face. I lift my gloves and tap my back twice against the wall, loosening up, warming my body for the storm ahead. Ding! The bell rings and I move out carefully toward the center, my eyes locked on you. I snap out a quick left feint jab, testing your reaction, measuring how you’ll answer.
08:49 Valenzuela: I think you are going to throw a jab, so I lean my head back to avoid the punch, it's only a feint though, and then punch never comes. I step off to my left quickly, and try to send a left hook around your guard, trying to target the right side of your face.
08:51 Himito_K: You react to the feint, and I decide it is not the moment to rush. Better to chip away at your spirit slowly. I lift my right elbow high to catch your left hook on the guard, feeling the thud as it connects. At the same time I drive a short left hook toward your liver, looking to punish your body the moment I feel your strike glance off my block.
08:57 Valenzuela: Damn… my left hook doesn’t land clean. Your elbow rises just in time, and my glove smacks against bone instead of your cheek, the impact jarring my wrist. I grit my teeth in frustration......you read me well, niña. Then I feel your counter coming, your left arm dropping low and snapping toward my liver. A dangerous shot, I twist my body to the right, tightening my abs and dropping my elbow to shield my side. At the same time, I fire off a short, mean right cross toward your head, trying to interrupt your momentum and make you respect my power early.
09:03 Himito_K: You keep throwing dangerous punches as we close the distance, and my fist can’t find your belly as quickly as before. I figure you might step back to reset and build a new combination, but instead Pom! — your right cross lands flush on my left cheek. The shot feels like a hammer, my head jolting as I hiss through my mouthguard. I’m forced to shift right, scrambling to steady my footwork. Using my flexibility and speed, I circle to the side and lift my forearms, bracing to test and read your next attack.
09:07 Valenzuela: I land a punch, and it rocks you, but you recover fast. I want to keep the pressure on, but don't want to get reckless, my biggest fault as a fighter. I watch you closely as you move to left and lean out with your forearms. I try to throw a very low right round house kick towrds your left knee, seeing you are guarding yourself well, hoping to disrupt your stance.
09:12 Himito_K: This time you don’t rush to finish your combination, and I feel the pressure of trying to match your pace. Pal! Your low kick slams into my left knee from a sharp angle, and I reach to catch it but miss. I circle out wider, giving myself space to let my muscles recover and my breathing steady. “Nice kick, aunt… but just a little itch,” I joke in a relaxed voice, though the sting in my knee is no joke at all. I know I need time, I need you to throw more and burn yourself out, so I tease again, tilting my chin at you, “Would you like to itch my head instead?”
09:34 Valenzuela: I see my kick land to your knee, but you manage to keep circling, smart girl… you’re not panicking, you’re trying to drag me into deeper waters. You joke about the kick, calling me “aunt”… I sneer at the word. “Careful, chamaca… keep talking and I’ll make sure you don’t walk out of this cage smiling.” I stalk after you, keeping my gloves high, cutting off the cage instead of chasing wild. I flick a jab at your forehead, then another, then a low feint with my hips as if I’ll throw another kick ,,,,, trying to bait you into reacting. If you want me to waste my energy, you’ll have to work for it… because I’m not the same woman you knocked out cold in muay thai fighting.
09:43 Himito_K: I spread my arms wide in a playful pose, like I’m inviting a hug, a trick I picked up from a wrestler. My younger body keeps sliding smoothly around you, my footwork light. If you feint, I know the key is to stay just outside your reach, using my speed to dodge. I slip away from your front punches, watching closely. When your hips twist, maybe for a feint, I decide it is worth testing. As your arms swing, I raise my right arm to shield my head while my left arm shoots low, wrapping tight around your waist. I dip my level and drive forward, my right calf hooking behind your left ankle. “Do you know I learned some wrestling tricks from your friends?” I grin as I push into your body and tug at your ankle, trying to topple you backward to the mat.
09:47 Valenzuela: Cabrona!!!!!… you think you can hug me down like a wrestler? I feel your arm clamp my waist and your calf scraping at my ankle… I know this trick. Instantly I widen my stance, stomping my right foot back hard to kill your sweep. My hips shoot back, sprawling heavy so you can’t drag me. I snarl through my mouthguard, dropping my white glove down to smash an elbow toward your upper back, making you feel my weight and my power. I shove my right forearm across your shoulder, trying to peel you off my waist and force you to give me space before you drag me anywhere.
10:03 Himito_K: “Uggghhh… damn…” Your elbow drives into my back like a knife, forcing my body lower from the sharp impact. I feel you trying to twist me out of the clinch, your arm crossing over my shoulder, but my right hand finally comes alive. With my left arm still tight around your waist, I hammer my right fist into your ribs from a short, open angle. Pa! Pa! Pa! The shots pound against your side, each one aimed to break your grip and make you loosen that pin on my back. I grin through the hiss of my breath, taunting, “Be a good girl and fold under me,” as my fist keeps thudding, hungry to leave your belly swollen and hurting.
10:09 Valenzuela: “Unghhh…!” My side jerks from your glove thumping into my ribs, short and mean punches that make me grunt through my mouthguard. I plant my feet harder into the canvas, refusing to fold… your arm still clamped around my waist, your head low from my elbow. I snarl, twisting my hips hard to the left, trying to rip your grip apart. My left glove snaps down to grab at your wrist, yanking it away from my ribs while I shove with my right forearm against your shoulder. With a sharp grunt, I drive my knee forward between us, not to land clean but to wedge space… anything to break your hold. My back arches, shoulders pushing heavy as I look to peel you off and circle free, ribs throbbing but my will refusing to let you drag me down into a wrestling ground war
10:16 Himito_K: I hiss through my teeth as I drive more pressure into your ribs, feeling the strain in your body. Your fingers clamp around my right wrist to slow my punches, and I sense the throb of pain I’ve caused. Then I notice your knee sliding in between us, your hips shifting back to make space. The moment I feel that motion, I suddenly release my strength and roll forward into your body, trying to break your balance in an instant. As you stagger from the sudden shift, I drive the crown of my head up into your jawline, looking to rattle you. My goal is to take us down together, to roll us onto the canvas where I can land on top and bring this fight into my world of BJJ.
10:42 Valenzuela: Your sudden release yanks the floor out from under me… my hips shoot back but there’s nothing to brace on. “Ahhh!” My jaw jerks from the crack of your head driving under it, and in that dizzy half-second my feet skid out. The canvas slaps my back as you roll through, weight crashing down, scrambling to climb into top position. But the moment my shoulders hit, my instincts fire. I twist my hips sharply, snapping my legs up like snakes, my right shin cutting across your belly while my left foot hooks behind the back of your neck, and using my back falling momentum, and with a grunt, I bridge and spin, trying to use your own forward momentum to kick and throw you off me. I snarl through my mouthpiece, twisting hard to the side, looking to buck you over my hip and shove you away with both legs , anything to create a scramble and stop you from settling into control on top of me. A situation where my strong legs can be of use.
18:26 Himito_K: You are brilliant in the way you trap me, clamping my body between your legs. With one leg pressing against my belly and the other hooking around my neck, the combination locks my balance and threatens to control the position completely. I know if your legs settle into a stable point, I’ll be pinned underneath you, so I have to act before that happens. I halt my descent and plant my left palm on your instep where it presses against my neck, tightening my core to grind and squeeze against your right leg, trying to keep it from stretching into a stronger hold. Then I press harder on your left foot, pushing your toes toward the sole, forcing your instep to bend painfully backward, a submission hold of my own, aimed to make you break this clamp before it steals my balance completely.
21:46 Valenzuela: Your hand crushes down on my left foot, fingers pressing against my toes, and fire shoots up my instep. I hiss through my gumshield — it’s not a clean hold, but the pain is sharp enough to make my leg twitch. If I let you bend it deeper, I’ll lose my hook on your neck, and then you’ll own the position. I grit down, forcing myself to think. My right shin is still braced firm across your belly, the edge biting into your abs like a steel bar. That’s my anchor, and I use it — flexing my quad hard to keep you from collapsing forward. My left foot, the one you’re wrenching, jerks violently side to side as I curl my knee toward my chest, making it harder for you to isolate the toes. “Unghhh!” I growl, snapping my hips and rolling to my right side, dragging your weight with me. My right leg shoves forward, driving against your stomach like a piston. At the same time, my left leg rips backward, yanking out of your grip with the torque of my whole hip. The sudden thrust pops your palm loose, and I explode my hips backward, shoving you off with both legs at once. My shoulders skid across the canvas, boots squealing as I retract my knees fast and reframe my guard. Chest heaving, ribs throbbing, but free. I spit blood on the mat, glaring up through sweat-soaked hair, and get to my feet.
11:30 Himito_K: I was just thinking of how to bend your instep more painfully when suddenly my belly flares with burning pressure from the rub of your knee. I try to hold your trapped foot steady, but your movements are fast and skilled, twisting with sweat-slicked strength until your ankle slips free. You pull back, escaping and creating space to reorganize your distance. I remind myself not to rush, opening my arms wide again as I step in, compressing the distance to study your movements more closely. When you get back to your feet, I snap out a middle front kick, aiming to disrupt you before you can fully recover your body.
13:46 Valenzuela: I manage to wrench myself free of your toe hold, but the age gap shows......you’re quicker to your feet. I’m still scrambling upright, legs heavy with the years and lungs burning, when you pounce on the opening. Your front kick slams into my midsection before I can brace. WHUMP! My mouth flies open as the air is driven out of me, ribs screaming with sharp pain. The blow launches me backward until my spine rattles against the steel cage, the chain-link bowing and groaning. I bite down hard on my mouthpiece, riding the sting, using the wall’s flex to keep myself upright. I snarl through my guard, forcing breath back into aching lungs, and hurl myself forward off the spring of the cage. My boots scrape across the canvas as I surge at you, whipping a left hook toward the side of your face, then snapping a right behind it, a compact one-two, meant to crack around your guard and make you feel the full weight of me pressing the attack.
13:56 Himito_K: Although my kick sent you into the wall, you still refuse to stop resisting. My strength is draining from the rough grappling, and as a rookie with little MMA experience, I don’t want to risk getting too close again. Luckily, you step back, giving me the space I need. I raise my guard, hissing with the rhythm of my breath as I clench my fists and cover my face with my forearms. Pal! Pal! Your hooks slam into my arms, each one heavy, shaking me as I fight to stay balanced. After absorbing the blows, I swing my arms quickly, trying to shake the numbness from them, but they feel heavier now. I keep circling wide, forcing you to follow and spend more energy with your footwork. My lungs burn, exhaustion creeping in, but I still hold a relaxed face and grin at you, even as you square up with fists ready.
14:00 Valenzuela: Both of my hooks crash against your forearms instead of your jaw.......the thuds sting my knuckles through the gloves, but it’s your arms that absorb the shock, leaving me with only the satisfaction of hearing that muffled ‘Pal-Pal!’ as leather smacks bone and muscle. You keep shifting back, circling away, making me chase, and I feel the drag in my legs already, my breath still ragged from that kick you planted earlier. You don’t fire back immediately, more concerned with buying time.......but your constant motion forces me to follow. My chest rises and falls heavier, sweat trickling down my brow into my eyes as my feet squeak against the canvas. I see your grin even as you’re hurting, and it needles at me, daring me to burn up more of what I’ve got left. I press forward with a growl, trying to cut off your circling by stepping hard to my left, aiming to trap you closer to the cage. My left hand flicks out in a jab, not meant to do real damage but to blind you for what comes next.......my right arm coils tight, hips twisting, and I sling a heavy overhand toward the crown of your head, selling it with all the intent of crushing through that guarded shell and making your legs feel the weight behind it.
14:09 Himito_K: I can hear your breathing growing heavier, and it satisfies me. You try to trap me with pressure, but I trust my speed and flexibility to handle it. My back touches the cage, and it feels like you’ve caught me already. As your left hand snaps forward, I swing quickly to my own left, planting my balance and whipping a high right kick toward your temple. I don’t hide my toes, they spear straight, aiming to nail into your head. But then I catch sight of it too late, your hidden right hook, coiled and vicious. My stomach knots as I realize the collision is coming. I grit down hard on my mouthguard, eyes squeezed shut, praying my younger body can absorb the punishment, hoping my kick lands before your fist crashes through me.
14:17 Valenzuela: I see you swing left and for a heartbeat I believe I’ve trapped you, but then your leg rips upward.......the blur of shin and foot streaking for my temple makes my gut tighten. My right hand is already coiled, tighter and closer, and I know in an instant what this is, a race of distance. Your kick has to travel from the mat to my skull, long and wide, while my overhand only needs to only arc a short path from shoulder to your jaw. Your foot rockets up, as your toes spear for my temple. My ribs are still burning but my brain is cold in this moment.......if your kick lands first, I might go out cold, but if I land first, your body crumples before your leg completes the arc. I grit my teeth into the mouthpiece, betting everything on the math, on the shorter line. I rip the overhand down with every ounce of torque in my hips and shoulder, driving my knuckles toward the hinge of your jaw.......selling it with all the desperation of an older fighter betting her whole night on one exchange. My fist races up and over, hoping the compact arc beats the high kick, aiming to blast you off balance before your foot can detonate against my temple.
14:23 Himito_K: Bommmmffff! Your fist slams into my jaw, snapping my head back with a crack that rattles through my skull. But I don’t shy away from the collision — I let my leg fly even as your punch crashes in. My toes smack against your temple, though with less strength than I wanted. Both of our strikes land almost together, leaving us each shaken. My balance gives way, legs wobbling, and I grab at the steel cage to steady myself, hissing through clenched teeth. Pain throbs in my head, my lungs burning as I try to steady my breath. I know I need a few seconds to recover my balance and sense of direction, so I fix my eyes on you carefully, ready in case you rush me before I’ve caught myself again.
14:28 Valenzuela: CRACK! My knuckles smash into your jaw at the same moment your toes crash against my temple. White sparks burst across my vision, my skull snapping sideways from the impact, and the world tilts violently as my balance flees me. The blow isn’t clean enough to shut me down, but it rattles me to the core, a hot sting spreading from my temple down my neck. My own punch landed solid, I felt your head snap back, yet I paid for it in the same instant with the fire of your kick. I stagger backward, feet fumbling against the canvas as my legs threaten to buckle, the cage blurring in and out of focus. My glove shoots out to the fence, fingertips brushing chain link as I fight to stay upright, ears ringing, heart hammering against the tight ache in my ribs. Through the haze, I catch you hissing, steadying yourself with the cage too.......we’ve both paid for that gamble, and the crowd’s roar becomes a muffled storm in my ears. I suck air through my teeth, shaking my head to clear the flashing lights.......then I lunge forward, reckless, not wanting to give you the seconds you need to recover. My left hand grabs at your right wrist on the cage, looking to pin it down, while my right shoulder barrels in toward your chest.......trying to smash you back against the steel wall, so I can try to drive my left knee up towards your gut, using my greater weight and grit to maul you before either of us can find our footing again.
14:36 Himito_K: As I recover from the brutal exchange, I see you lunging at me. If I had the freedom of my footwork I would dodge, but I can’t manage it now. Your left hand clamps my right wrist against the cage, and your shoulder drives hard into my chest. Even though I’m taller, you force me into position, determined to hold me there. I think you’re still hurting from my kick, and I know the next danger is a knee to my stomach. Before you can drive it in, I unleash my left hand. Pom-po-pooom! Short uppercuts and hooks hammer into your right side, the same liver target I punished in our last match. I lower my head and grind my jaw into your back, trying to keep you bent forward in my range. With every breath hissing out of me, I keep hammering my fist into your liver, determined to weaken you before you can break free.
15:00 Valenzuela: I slam you against the steel, my hand locking around your wrist and my shoulder digging hard into your chest, but before I can even chamber the knee I feel your left fist piston into my ribs. POM! POM! POMMMM! Each blow rattles through the right side of my body, the sharp ache exploding in my liver and doubling me slightly as white fire lances across my midsection. I grit down on the mouthpiece, a strangled grunt pushing out of me as your punches tear through the soft spot that every fighter dreads. You jam your jaw into my back, keeping me folded while your fist keeps hammering, and every strike feels like it’s stealing a chunk of air and strength out of me. My knees wobble, stomach roiling, and I taste bile crawling at the back of my throat. I dig my forehead into the side of the cage, trying not to slump, the clang of the steel ringing in my ears as I fight to hold position. Through the agony, I force my right arm down across your body, clamping your punching arm tight against my side, desperate to trap it before another shot caves me in further. At the same time my left knee jerks upward, aiming recklessly for your inner thigh or hip, anything to knock you off balance.......and as I shift, my mouth growls against the mouthguard, I twist my torso, trying to slam the point of my left elbow backward toward your temple, a wild counter born from raw survival instinct, betting on chaos before your liver shots fold me for good.
15:18 Himito_K: “Ugggghh!” My liver shots aren’t enough to make you quit, and then your knee drives hard into the inside of my thigh. Pain shoots through me and my face twists, the ref stepping in close as if he thinks it was low. “On the crotch? Valenzuela hit the crotch?” I shake my head quickly, signaling it was clean. I press my weight down, forcing your back lower and lower, trying to crush the space for your knees so you can’t strike again. Bommm! Out of nowhere your elbow cracks into my cheek, splitting the skin near my eye. Blood bursts out, dripping onto your back as I hiss through clenched teeth. “Uhhhhh… lucky it wasn’t my temple…” I mutter, still holding you pinned with my longer frame. My blood runs down your skin, and I spit to clear my throat, grinning through the pain. “Sorry for my dirty habit… I’ll mop it up after the fight, Senpai.” Even while the fight is cruel, I keep taunting. I watch for your next elbow, and when it lifts again, I seize my chance. My right arm snakes free and my palm grabs it, wrenching it across my body. I crank it violently, stretching your shoulder and back beyond their limit, grinding my jaw deeper into you as I torque the joint. “Maybe I’ve got you now… not wrestling, Senpai… BJJ is more useful here.” I bend your arm the wrong way with all my strength, desperate to feel the tap.
15:26 Valenzuela: My ribs are still on fire when I feel your hand snake around mine, twisting it cruelly behind my back.......the sharp torque rips through my shoulder and scapula, white pain flooding down my arm as my elbow is bent in the wrong direction. “¡Mierda!” I snarl through my mouthpiece, realizing too late what this is — a Kimura, standing, jammed against the cage. My arm trembles under the strain, the joint screaming with each degree of pressure, sweat slicking down my spine as my body arches helplessly against the steel. You dig your jaw harder into my back, forcing me lower, stretching my arm further.......each second feels like fire crawling up my shoulder, my legs buckling, breath wheezing from the pressure. The crowd roars as blood drips from your cut onto my back, but all I can hear is the tearing throb in my shoulder.......if I don’t act, the joint goes and I’m finished. I stomp my left foot, body jerking against the chain link, trying to ride the agony just long enough to make space. With a guttural growl, I push off the cage, twisting my hips violently to the left, hoping the motion gives slack to the lock before my arm rips apart. At the same time, my right knee drives backward in desperation, aiming toward your midsection.......not clean or pretty, just a wild smash meant to loosen your grip. And with the same turn, I whip my head back recklessly, trying to crash the back of my skull against your bloodied cheek, a savage counter born of panic, grit, and the need to break free before the Kimura tears me down.
16:02 Himito_K: You squirm under the lock, but I know the Kimura is working. Your legs shift and try to change the footwork, but with your back and arm trapped, I don’t fear your struggling. Ahggghh! Suddenly your head slams back into mine and your knee smashes into my belly at the same time. Pain shivers through my skull and fire explodes in my ribs, maybe even breaking two or three. Ouuuccchhhhhh… The agony makes me sweat harder, my vision blurring as I hiss for breath. You fight like a wild animal tearing at its prey, and I know if I don’t end this now you’ll rip free.
So I gamble everything. I snake my grip deeper, hunting your trapped arm until I catch your wrist. I lock your elbow and wrist together with my arms, creating the lever I need to overload your shoulder. My last reserves of strength pour into the crank, tightening the hold, determined to finish it before your wild power escapes my control.
16:10 Valenzuela: The moment you trap my wrist and elbow together, I know I’m screwed.......the lock tightens like a vice and the pressure bites straight into my shoulder. It feels like my arm isn’t even mine anymore, like you’re using it as a lever to tear me apart. Every time you crank, white fire shoots up from my scapula into my neck, ripping through the rotator cuff, sharp and merciless. My chest heaves but I can’t breathe properly, each second stealing more of my strength. My legs give under me, wobbling, and all I can do is claw at the cage while my left arm feels like it’s about to pop out of its socket. The crowd’s noise is gone now.......all I hear is the tearing pain, my body begging me to quit before something breaks forever. I slam my glove down against the mat, not once but again and again, tapping with every ounce of pride burning in my chest, just to make it stop before my shoulder is ruined.
16:15 Himito_K: You crash against the mat and I can’t tell what your signals mean. The ref crouches beside us, calling, “Valenzuela, do you still want to fight? Show me you’re okay!” While he checks you, I refuse to ease the pressure. I won’t let the win slip away because of hesitation. I grit my teeth and draw a deep breath, then wrench your shoulder into another hard stretch right in front of the referee, determined to finish it. Still, I control myself, careful not to break you completely. I want the victory, the recognition, not to destroy your body. My free palm presses firmly against your scapula, guiding the torque and preventing the joint from snapping, holding you on the edge of submission until the ref makes the call.
16:17 Valenzuela: When the ref asks if i wanna fight.....I shake my head no....."submit....submit......submit" I am nearly crying from the pain.....
16:21 Himito_K: The moment I hear your submission, I release your arm and surge with joy, my heart hammering as I realize I’ve just claimed my first MMA victory. I cry out and collapse to my knees on the canvas, the sweat and blood slick beneath me, my chest heaving as I kiss the Octagon floor like it’s holy ground. My face is still bleeding from the punishment I took, but every cut and bruise feels worth it as I stand on top of my first mountain in a pro match. The arena erupts, a roar of cheers and screams pouring over me, shaking the cage as fans rise to their feet. Some shout my name, others pound on the barriers, the sound surging like a wave that drowns out the ringing in my ears. Overcome, I slam my fists into the steel fence and shout back at them, my voice raw with joy. I try to climb the cage wall to celebrate, but my body is so drained I nearly slip back down, laughing breathlessly as the crowd’s thunder rolls over me.
16:22 Valenzuela: The instant your grip peels off my arm, I crumple to the canvas like a marioneta with its strings cut. My right arm dangles useless against my side, every nerve shrieking with aftershocks of pain, the shoulder pulsing hot and swollen. I clutch it tight against my ribs with my left hand, but it doesn’t help.......the joint feels loose, wrong, like it could slip out again if I even breathe too deep. My knees hit the mat hard and I roll to my hip, gasping through the mouthguard, sweat dripping off my chin in thick streams. The crowd is roaring, but it’s all muffled thunder in my ears.......all I can really hear is the rasp of my own breath and the wild thud of my heart. My body shakes with the adrenaline dump, legs heavy as stone, head still spinning from the temple kick earlier. For a moment I try to rise, pushing with my free arm, but my legs fold and I slump back down against the cage, chest heaving, mouthguard half slipping out with the bitter taste of bile rising in my throat. I don’t even realize the ref is between us until I feel his hands on my shoulder, checking me, pushing me gently back down as I cling to my ruined arm, my eyes squeezed shut against the fire still burning in the joint. I mutter to myself...."FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!!"
16:28 Himito_K: As the rush of victory settles, my eyes turn to you — my senpai, a skilled and respectable fighter now sitting in frustration after the loss. The excitement in my chest softens, replaced by gratitude. I step closer and drop to one knee in front of you, bowing in a Muay Thai greeting. Pulling out my mouthguard, I speak through ragged breaths, “You are amazing, Valenzuela… thank you for making me better every time I face you. You pushed me into dangerous places, and I’m honored to share this fight with such a great warrior.” I extend my right hand toward you, offering a respectful shake, then wave to the medical staff to come and check your injured shoulder before anything else.
16:35 Valenzuela: I sit slumped against the cage, clutching my shoulder, sweat dripping down my face as the medics crowd in. You kneel in front of me, bowing with all that respect, and my teeth grind. My chest still heaves with ragged breaths, the pain in my shoulder screaming, and I glare at your hand instead of taking it. The crowd eats it up, cheering your sportsmanship, but it only makes the sting burn deeper inside me. I spit my mouthguard onto the canvas, shaking my head. I force myself upright with the medics’ help, refusing to let you see me stay down. Even as my shoulder throbs and my legs feel like they might buckle, I keep my eyes locked on you, the bitterness carved into my face.
🎙️ Commentator’s Take
“What a fight we just witnessed between the veteran Valenzuela and the rising rookie Himito. Val came in with fire, looking to bully her way inside, throwing heavy hooks and punishing shots to the body. She nearly turned the fight around when her overhand and Himito’s high kick landed at the same time, both women rocked, both clinging to the cage just to stay upright.
But here’s the difference — while Val relied on grit and raw power, Himito stayed composed. She circled, she tested with feints, and when they tangled on the fence, she transitioned seamlessly from strikes to grappling. The way she locked in that standing Kimura, using leverage instead of muscle, that was pure fight IQ. Val fought like a warrior, refusing to quit, throwing elbows and knees even as her shoulder was being twisted apart. But in the end, Himito forced the tap, proving that tonight brains beat brawn.
This is the first big win of Himito’s MMA career, and she earned it. She out-thought the veteran, weathered the storm, and left with the submission. Val may be the tougher fighter, but tonight, Himito was the smarter one.”
Valenzuela in the locker room post fight, and her thoughts
I sit hunched forward on the bench, shoulder screaming under the tape, ribs throbbing every time I drag in a breath. The crowd’s roar is gone now, just muffled echoes behind the wall, but her voice — Himito’s voice, still rings in my ears. Bowing, smiling, calling me “senpai” like I was some lesson for her to learn from. Dios mío, what a joke.
A girl lighter than me, less seasoned, still wet behind the ears… and she made me quit. Not with a knockout, not with ground-and-pound, but with technique, twisting my arm like a schoolyard bully until I tapped like a desperate fool.
I keep replaying it, the cage pressing into my face, her jaw grinding into my back, the white heat tearing through my shoulder. I had her hurt, I felt her ribs give under my knee, I felt her head snap from my elbow. But she thought faster. Younger legs, quicker mind. She wasn’t stronger, she wasn’t tougher, she was smarter in that moment.
And that burns. Every ache in my body tonight feels less than the shame sitting heavy in my chest. I can already hear the whispers, “Val’s slipping, she’s getting old, the young ones are passing her by.” Maybe they’re right. Maybe my grit isn’t enough anymore. I slam my fist into my thigh, teeth grinding until my jaw aches. No. No, carajo, I won’t let it end like that. She beat me tonight, sí, but it won’t happen again. I’ll study every second of this fight, every trick she pulled, and when we meet again she won’t catch me sleeping.
I’ll drag her into deep waters next time. I’ll show her what it means to fight a veteran who refuses to die easy. But for tonight… I sit here, shoulder burning, pride bleeding, tasting the bitterness of being out-thought by a lighter girl. It feels like swallowing glass
Published: 2025-08-21, viewed 134 times.
patricia
2025-08-23 11:27Nice fight, Himito, if you want to face me......
Leo Boxer (deleted member)
2025-08-21 19:03Great fight gals, loved it!