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Dearies, as I told you before, right after I destroyed that Femicida Lara guy I was offered to fight in Spain a local girl who was the regional Basque and national Spanish Superwelterweight champion for an Intercontinental Title in Welterweight class, so I'll had to gain some weight as well as she to lose a bit of it. The spaniards partners of my boxing bosses were so impressed with my demolition work over Bryan that they don't had any doubt that, in despite of my complete lack of amateur experience while her girls had 150 fights with 120 wins, I'll be more than a match for her! While I and my bosses had some doubts about that I'd be just another victim for her champion, the agents made us sure that would be a fair fight, and it will be in Madrid instead of Bilbao -her hometown- as this match would be the main attraction of an elegant event as my bosses usually does with me rather than the original boxing match in a stadium, and obviously priced accordingly.
- And no, you and her would be granted with a fair ref and jury, specially a ref that would not give Naty a count until 105 and just to 7 to you, Javi!-
Gulp! They found us, I thought without saying nothing!
-Again, she's much experienced, taller, heavier and younger than you. But besides these strange protection counts, we both think that destroying 4 males shows that you punch well over your sex, size, background....you are really special, besides being really beautiful, elegant, even smart...-
Awwww, marry me guys! I thought while hearing all that flattery
-...you are more than a mere boxing opponent for Naty, you could be probably her first real test in all her boxing career! In your side, we think that you don't have nothing to prove, even less to lose. But again, is up to you.

After such a flattering speech, a stupid blondie who looks like me said:¡VALE, LO HAGO! (OK, I'll do it!)

When I asked my shop bosses for a permission to travel to Spain, I knew that it will be the end of my every day work, as it's very unlikely that any chilean company could give me about two weeks, in addition to all the days they gave me for my previous fights, even less if I win I could fight abroad more often. They called me to central offices of the group, instead to the office of my direct boss the manager of the Diesel and many other franchises, to meet don Alberto, the owner of the whole importer group...

- Javi, you know that I like you, even more I love you ..as a daughter of course! I always regret that your relationship with Gonzalo -his son and my direct boss- finished and he married another girl, someone some lame, some...well, unlike you, my dear! The point is that you have to realize that you can't work with us and keep boxing professionally at same time, you can't do both works properly. Besides, everybody would say that, if I let you do both things, is because you had a relationship with Gonzalo, and my in law would never give us peace! So I have to made you to choose, even knowing that if you stay with us, you'll always regret not having the boxing career that you deserved-

-Don Alberto, I'm so sorry but you are so right. If I don't try it, I'll never know how far can I go as a boxer. But if I leave you, I'll feel as I betrayed you...sorry I'm crying, you did so much for me..

-Niña mía, don't cry! Look, if you lose you'll get your work back immediately. And if you win -and you'll do it!-you could return whenever you want, as far as I live, and even after because I'll made suffer these idiots if they don't take care of you whenever you need it. It's my final word-

-That's much more than I deserve..-

-No, you still are my best saleswoman and shop manager I ever had, if the idiot of my son can't appreciate you is his problem. I saw all your fights, not just the championship one as you think - I was amazed- your bosses are my friends and I'm a longlife boxing fan...I saw you win, I saw you humbled for that uruguayan smurfette that you scorned loudly and I saw you improving much more after that. You want to make me feel proud? Go and destroy that gallega bitch!!-

-Don Alberto, you are gallego! And she's basque and..-

-Basque, even better! Hehe, no my child I'll always root for you against anyone! Look, don't cry and go to talk to the accountant office, I told him to give you all that you deserved- he cries too- Just do something for me: keep training, keep fighting and keep winning, and above all keep doing your work the best possible, and take care of yourself. Adios, mi niña...

He was not able to kiss me goodbye, and the accountant gave me a LOT of money what exceeded it easily my last couple of months of work. I agreed to keep working until next sunday, and I left that office realising that a whole part of my life finished for good...

It was tuesday midday, but was still warm in Madrid that early october. The promoters sent such a handsome guy to pick me up to the airport, and he told me they had everything prepared for weighing but the seconds in my corner, but they would be there for the match. I called already my friends Josefina and Pilar and her sister Victoria, who I knew since I spent about 4 months in Spain about 10 years ago; needless to say how amazed they were about my new profession, so unlikely for upper class girls, and they really were keen to support me even if I'll face an spanish girl, to take care of me -these ones saw too many Rocky-like movies-and very curious about the boxing world. So Jose and Piluca were my seconds for the weighing, while Vicky -who's a journalist for ABC newspaper- was allowed to cover it by the promotors.

Maybe I solved my problem in a very stylish way - my friends are really beautiful and trendy- but that annoyed extremely my opponent! Nathalie was that tall as they told me, maybe more sexy than beautiful, and as full of hate and social resentment as Jhendelyn in Chile. She was annoyed to face such a beautiful blondie -maybe too blonde in her concept for a sudaca or south american girl- surrounded by such classy friends.

-I knew that this fight wouldn't be as serious as it had to be by taking place in a fancy expensive place rather than in a proper stadium in Bilbao, full of working class people and genuine boxing fans,but it's always cool to go to Madrid to show what a basque fighter can do and to take some good money! But what is beyond me is why my so called "opponent" decided to turn this ceremony into the Madrid Fashion Week! It's such a disrespect for boxing and to the real aficionados! You must to know that you don't play boxing! The only good thing is that it would be such an easy fight and I'll be delighted to educate these pijas ! (preppy girls)

Nat gave us that fierce watch, but if Jose or Piluca had fear they don't showed it at all, even if I reckon they never could punch someone, even if their lifes depended of it! About me, here comes Señorita Arrogancia (Miss Smugness):
-Well, normally I let my fists to do all the talking - yeah right- but I say here to my so called "opponent" that she will have a real fight for first time in her whole life. She will learn a lot about respect to other people, real education and specially she'll take the boxing lesson of her life. I'm keen to school her right now! And she'll don't have playtime as she had it so far...

The event took place in the Teatro Barceló, a former theater that now is one of the most classy discotheques or clubs in Europe, open to all kind of concerts and types of music. Once they organised a fight of rock bands in a proper boxing ring, and that made them to think what about to organize the only thing that didn't made already, a proper boxing event. Of course it had to be something unique, cool and even classy, so it had to be a female boxing event, with strong, beautiful sexy and competitive boxers. Now you see why Naty and I were the dream made real for the organizers, and why they don't protested at all when I took my friends with me. What can I tell you, if Madrid wants a show I'll always be more than keen to give them!

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Dearies, as I told you before, right after I destroyed that Femicida Lara guy I was offered to fight in Spain a local girl who was the regional Basque and national Spanish Superwelterweight champion for an Intercontinental Title in Welterweight class, so I'll had to gain some weight as well as she to lose a bit of it. The spaniards partners of my boxing bosses were so impressed with my demolition work over Bryan that they don't had any doubt that, in despite of my complete lack of amateur experience while her girls had 150 fights with 120 wins, I'll be more than a match for her! While I and my bosses had some doubts about that I'd be just another victim for her champion, the agents made us sure that would be a fair fight, and it will be in Madrid instead of Bilbao -her hometown- as this match would be the main attraction of an elegant event as my bosses usually does with me rather than the original boxing match in a stadium, and obviously priced accordingly.
- And no, you and her would be granted with a fair ref and jury, specially a ref that would not give Naty a count until 105 and just to 7 to you, Javi!-
Gulp! They found us, I thought without saying nothing!
-Again, she's much experienced, taller, heavier and younger than you. But besides these strange protection counts, we both think that destroying 4 males shows that you punch well over your sex, size, background....you are really special, besides being really beautiful, elegant, even smart...-
Awwww, marry me guys! I thought while hearing all that flattery
-...you are more than a mere boxing opponent for Naty, you could be probably her first real test in all her boxing career! In your side, we think that you don't have nothing to prove, even less to lose. But again, is up to you.

After such a flattering speech, a stupid blondie who looks like me said:¡VALE, LO HAGO! (OK, I'll do it!)

When I asked my shop bosses for a permission to travel to Spain, I knew that it will be the end of my every day work, as it's very unlikely that any chilean company could give me about two weeks, in addition to all the days they gave me for my previous fights, even less if I win I could fight abroad more often. They called me to central offices of the group, instead to the office of my direct boss the manager of the Diesel and many other franchises, to meet don Alberto, the owner of the whole importer group...

- Javi, you know that I like you, even more I love you ..as a daughter of course! I always regret that your relationship with Gonzalo -his son and my direct boss- finished and he married another girl, someone some lame, some...well, unlike you, my dear! The point is that you have to realize that you can't work with us and keep boxing professionally at same time, you can't do both works properly. Besides, everybody would say that, if I let you do both things, is because you had a relationship with Gonzalo, and my in law would never give us peace! So I have to made you to choose, even knowing that if you stay with us, you'll always regret not having the boxing career that you deserved-

-Don Alberto, I'm so sorry but you are so right. If I don't try it, I'll never know how far can I go as a boxer. But if I leave you, I'll feel as I betrayed you...sorry I'm crying, you did so much for me..

-Niña mía, don't cry! Look, if you lose you'll get your work back immediately. And if you win -and you'll do it!-you could return whenever you want, as far as I live, and even after because I'll made suffer these idiots if they don't take care of you whenever you need it. It's my final word-

-That's much more than I deserve..-

-No, you still are my best saleswoman and shop manager I ever had, if the idiot of my son can't appreciate you is his problem. I saw all your fights, not just the championship one as you think - I was amazed- your bosses are my friends and I'm a longlife boxing fan...I saw you win, I saw you humbled for that uruguayan smurfette that you scorned loudly and I saw you improving much more after that. You want to make me feel proud? Go and destroy that gallega bitch!!-

-Don Alberto, you are gallego! And she's basque and..-

-Basque, even better! Hehe, no my child I'll always root for you against anyone! Look, don't cry and go to talk to the accountant office, I told him to give you all that you deserved- he cries too- Just do something for me: keep training, keep fighting and keep winning, and above all keep doing your work the best possible, and take care of yourself. Adios, mi niña...

He was not able to kiss me goodbye, and the accountant gave me a LOT of money what exceeded it easily my last couple of months of work. I agreed to keep working until next sunday, and I left that office realising that a whole part of my life finished for good...

It was tuesday midday, but was still warm in Madrid that early october. The promoters sent such a handsome guy to pick me up to the airport, and he told me they had everything prepared for weighing but the seconds in my corner, but they would be there for the match. I called already my friends Josefina and Pilar and her sister Victoria, who I knew since I spent about 4 months in Spain about 10 years ago; needless to say how amazed they were about my new profession, so unlikely for upper class girls, and they really were keen to support me even if I'll face an spanish girl, to take care of me -these ones saw too many Rocky-like movies-and very curious about the boxing world. So Jose and Piluca were my seconds for the weighing, while Vicky -who's a journalist for ABC newspaper- was allowed to cover it by the promotors.

Maybe I solved my problem in a very stylish way - my friends are really beautiful and trendy- but that annoyed extremely my opponent! Nathalie was that tall as they told me, maybe more sexy than beautiful, and as full of hate and social resentment as Jhendelyn in Chile. She was annoyed to face such a beautiful blondie -maybe too blonde in her concept for a sudaca or south american girl- surrounded by such classy friends.

-I knew that this fight wouldn't be as serious as it had to be by taking place in a fancy expensive place rather than in a proper stadium in Bilbao, full of working class people and genuine boxing fans,but it's always cool to go to Madrid to show what a basque fighter can do and to take some good money! But what is beyond me is why my so called "opponent" decided to turn this ceremony into the Madrid Fashion Week! It's such a disrespect for boxing and to the real aficionados! You must to know that you don't play boxing! The only good thing is that it would be such an easy fight and I'll be delighted to educate these pijas ! (preppy girls)

Nat gave us that fierce watch, but if Jose or Piluca had fear they don't showed it at all, even if I reckon they never could punch someone, even if their lifes depended of it! About me, here comes Señorita Arrogancia (Miss Smugness):
-Well, normally I let my fists to do all the talking - yeah right- but I say here to my so called "opponent" that she will have a real fight for first time in her whole life. She will learn a lot about respect to other people, real education and specially she'll take the boxing lesson of her life. I'm keen to school her right now! And she'll don't have playtime as she had it so far...

The event took place in the Teatro Barceló, a former theater that now is one of the most classy discotheques or clubs in Europe, open to all kind of concerts and types of music. Once they organised a fight of rock bands in a proper boxing ring, and that made them to think what about to organize the only thing that didn't made already, a proper boxing event. Of course it had to be something unique, cool and even classy, so it had to be a female boxing event, with strong, beautiful sexy and competitive boxers. Now you see why Naty and I were the dream made real for the organizers, and why they don't protested at all when I took my friends with me. What can I tell you, if Madrid wants a show I'll always be more than keen to give them!