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Naty falled into the ropes like a sack of potaoes, lying over the last one, bloody and totally unconscious. The ref kept counting her to 8, when he realized that it was a total waste of time and said KO!!! I forgot that that bitch made explode my mouth and my nose - I wonder how she didn't broke it- and I celebrated my victory all over that ring.

The ref called me to raise my gloves, while he disposed the "dead" body of Nat to be taken to the hospital, and the announcer said: Ganadora por K.O. en el segundo asalto, y NUEVA CAMPEONA INTERCONTINENTAL PESO WELTER,la chilena MAAARÍIIA JAVIEEEERA ETCHEVEEEERRY!!, ETCHEVERRY!!! Piluca and Jose climbed to the ring to kiss me and they raised me over her shoulders, that was so sweet to know how much they love me, while Vicky -much more professional and distant- took a lot of pictures and organised all the other press guys about how to film me and picture, like she was my PR girl. I gave her pleasure, as she's my friends sister at the end.

The organisers were more delighted than annoyed if you think that I destroyed her own girl, and they were very keen to keep working with me, as they told me that my performance was really impressive as educative for Nat, even they offered at least one more fight in Madrid, but that's another story...

Vicky kept me posing for all pictures and TV cameras for so many time that 10 minutes after the fight I was still gloved and bloodied over the ring. Even when finally I quit it, I was still posing going to my dressroom. Vicky told me: You don't realize it yet? YOU ARE AN STAR, GIRL!! As you know, being a bit arrogant and confident by nature, I took it as if it was the most natural thing of world until some younger guy asked for a final picture with me still gloved. Jose and Piluca tried to stop all these requirements, and they and Vicky were impressed enough by him to made me get pictured with him as much as he wanted. The boy posed with me and his friends and entourage, smiled and warmly hugged me, to finally say: MUCH RESPECT AND CONGRATULATIONS, to finally kiss me into my bloody lips! I was more impressed and flattered, as that boy looked like a classy teenager, classy, but still teenager.

My friends took me in a rush to my dressroom, and still without tooking my gloves off or worrying about my bloody nose, they talked all at the same time: YOU KNOW WHO'S HIM????
- I'm still a bit groggy, you know...just won an explosive boxing match! If you allow my seconds to help me...-
-GIRL, HE'S FROILÁN!!!-
- Someone can took my gloves off please??? And who's that Froilán anyway?-
Piluca finally took my gloves off and put a towel over my lips: - That Froilán, you moron!! The nephew of our King!!-
And Josefina add: And he's crushed with YOU!!!-

Vicky - being a journalist- thought about how good that would for a nice article in her newspaper, while Jose and Piluca at least helped me to look decent, hiding my wounds with makeup and HUGE glassses, maybe too huge for my outfit: white tank, indigo jeans and and my faithful black leather jacket and Doc Martens boots. My friends thought that, even if it was a cool outfit, was not good enough for such a night. Finally these idiots managed to made me feel in total panic -something that Naty never could LOL- and I got Jose's burgundy Prada heels and matching belt,Piluca's classy white shirt and Vicky's cool honey Burberry trench coat, just remained my Diesel indigo jeans and myself LOL.

When I met the organisers for the party they seemed amazed about my classy look. Eventually I found Froilán again, who's still had a bit of my blood on his lips, and he said: Javiera, you look so beautiful and classy!!!
-Thank you, really-
-I thought you'll had a more rock look, black leather jacket and matching combat boots, that's so sexy!!!-
I looked for my idiotic friends with rage...
- Well, a boxer can be a classy girl too, you know...At the end, I'm very eclectic about fashion, and I'm kind of a fashionista-
- And how a classy fashionista can destroy an anarco redskin in the boxing ring, anyway?-
When I was to told him about it, I noted that my friends were not wrong, this boy was fascinated with me. That was so sweet, but I was to be 31 years old next month, while he don't had still 18...I was still delighted about how seductive I was when everybody shut up and made a reverence. I did the same, as I recognize Froilan's grandfather, the former King Juan Carlos.

-Well, well, so you are the blond assassine who killed our own girl!-
-That's right, your Majesty. It's me or her, you know...By the way, it's such an honour to meet you, Your Majes..-
-Good girl! It's no need to call me Majesty all the time. You can call me just Señor and Usted - Sir and you- specially if you are not my subject-
-Thanks your Majesty, but if I'm not your subject it wasn't for my ancestors choice. They fought for Spain and the monarchy to the very end, Sir, I'm aware and proud of it-
- You are from the island of Chiloé?-
- Osorno, sir-
That began an historic conversation that annoyed Froilán a bit, so eventually the king allowed me to join his favourite grandson and his friends. As funny as Felipe -as Froilán really likes to be called- and his friends could be, and how cool the situation was, they were too young for me and my astonished friends. Eventually I dared to talk with the old King again, I wonder how strange could be to feel seduced by a 78 years old guy. He was very pleased about it, and we talk sometime until he realized that Felipe-Froilán was annoyed again...

-Ah my dear Javi- said don Juan Carlos- what's your age, if it's not too much to ask?-
-Not at all, your Majesty, I'll be 31 in november 27th.
-You see Pipe, she can be easily my daughter. Too much young for me-
-And maybe too old for me?? Life sucks! Who says anyway?? He, you think too that she's right for my uncle instead Leticia?? Way more cool and beautiful!!!
I was red and don Juan Carlos a bit annoyed at first, then he smiled and frankly laughed about the situation.

-Maybe it's true, Javiera came just too late for that- Then he add- Vicky, I hope you don't even think about publishing anything about this-

The poor Vicky was too pale to say anything anyway.

-It's time to leave the young people to have fun. Just try to don't make many scandals, Felipe! About you, it was a real pleasure to meet you, señorita- then the King gave me some card to say- Javiera, you really impressed me. If you need something in what these ones- pointing my friends- your family or specially your own government can't help you, call that phone. Just in case, in a real one...Adios-
-My honour and thank you so much, your Majesty-

I spent whole night in that theater, but eventually I had to admit it to Felipe-Froilán that I'm too old for him, and that Josefina had a younger sister about his age. Pfff, he already dated her!

-I'm still honoured that you are crushed about me. You dared to kiss a boxer in her bloodied lips! Still you deserve better and younger than me...-Then I kissed him, I mean a real kiss. I sent him to heaven!- Adiós, and remember, you always will be my prince! Hope you find the right princess!

That french kiss left him much less sad. Vicky then told me that, even if she can't publish anything about my Royal meeting, she had material enough to make an special dossier about the fight, as she was allowed by the organizers, and that she just need a proper interview with me. She told me that now I'm not an unknown boxer, that I had to think that I became a celebrity!

She was really right? And that could be good?

What's my licence says now?: 15/10/2016 Teatro Barceló, Madrid, España.MARÍA JAVIERA ETCHEVERRY (Chile) W KO 2R NATHALIE NOGALES (Spain)
MARÍA JAVIERA ETCHEVERRY-NEW WBC/WIBA/WBF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION WELTERWEIGHT DIVISION.

P.S: The ref really had a crush on me too. And unlike Felipe-Froilán he had the right age! About details...well, a real lady don't have memories....

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Naty falled into the ropes like a sack of potaoes, lying over the last one, bloody and totally unconscious. The ref kept counting her to 8, when he realized that it was a total waste of time and said KO!!! I forgot that that bitch made explode my mouth and my nose - I wonder how she didn't broke it- and I celebrated my victory all over that ring.

The ref called me to raise my gloves, while he disposed the "dead" body of Nat to be taken to the hospital, and the announcer said: Ganadora por K.O. en el segundo asalto, y NUEVA CAMPEONA INTERCONTINENTAL PESO WELTER,la chilena MAAARÍIIA JAVIEEEERA ETCHEVEEEERRY!!, ETCHEVERRY!!! Piluca and Jose climbed to the ring to kiss me and they raised me over her shoulders, that was so sweet to know how much they love me, while Vicky -much more professional and distant- took a lot of pictures and organised all the other press guys about how to film me and picture, like she was my PR girl. I gave her pleasure, as she's my friends sister at the end.

The organisers were more delighted than annoyed if you think that I destroyed her own girl, and they were very keen to keep working with me, as they told me that my performance was really impressive as educative for Nat, even they offered at least one more fight in Madrid, but that's another story...

Vicky kept me posing for all pictures and TV cameras for so many time that 10 minutes after the fight I was still gloved and bloodied over the ring. Even when finally I quit it, I was still posing going to my dressroom. Vicky told me: You don't realize it yet? YOU ARE AN STAR, GIRL!! As you know, being a bit arrogant and confident by nature, I took it as if it was the most natural thing of world until some younger guy asked for a final picture with me still gloved. Jose and Piluca tried to stop all these requirements, and they and Vicky were impressed enough by him to made me get pictured with him as much as he wanted. The boy posed with me and his friends and entourage, smiled and warmly hugged me, to finally say: MUCH RESPECT AND CONGRATULATIONS, to finally kiss me into my bloody lips! I was more impressed and flattered, as that boy looked like a classy teenager, classy, but still teenager.

My friends took me in a rush to my dressroom, and still without tooking my gloves off or worrying about my bloody nose, they talked all at the same time: YOU KNOW WHO'S HIM????
- I'm still a bit groggy, you know...just won an explosive boxing match! If you allow my seconds to help me...-
-GIRL, HE'S FROILÁN!!!-
- Someone can took my gloves off please??? And who's that Froilán anyway?-
Piluca finally took my gloves off and put a towel over my lips: - That Froilán, you moron!! The nephew of our King!!-
And Josefina add: And he's crushed with YOU!!!-

Vicky - being a journalist- thought about how good that would for a nice article in her newspaper, while Jose and Piluca at least helped me to look decent, hiding my wounds with makeup and HUGE glassses, maybe too huge for my outfit: white tank, indigo jeans and and my faithful black leather jacket and Doc Martens boots. My friends thought that, even if it was a cool outfit, was not good enough for such a night. Finally these idiots managed to made me feel in total panic -something that Naty never could LOL- and I got Jose's burgundy Prada heels and matching belt,Piluca's classy white shirt and Vicky's cool honey Burberry trench coat, just remained my Diesel indigo jeans and myself LOL.

When I met the organisers for the party they seemed amazed about my classy look. Eventually I found Froilán again, who's still had a bit of my blood on his lips, and he said: Javiera, you look so beautiful and classy!!!
-Thank you, really-
-I thought you'll had a more rock look, black leather jacket and matching combat boots, that's so sexy!!!-
I looked for my idiotic friends with rage...
- Well, a boxer can be a classy girl too, you know...At the end, I'm very eclectic about fashion, and I'm kind of a fashionista-
- And how a classy fashionista can destroy an anarco redskin in the boxing ring, anyway?-
When I was to told him about it, I noted that my friends were not wrong, this boy was fascinated with me. That was so sweet, but I was to be 31 years old next month, while he don't had still 18...I was still delighted about how seductive I was when everybody shut up and made a reverence. I did the same, as I recognize Froilan's grandfather, the former King Juan Carlos.

-Well, well, so you are the blond assassine who killed our own girl!-
-That's right, your Majesty. It's me or her, you know...By the way, it's such an honour to meet you, Your Majes..-
-Good girl! It's no need to call me Majesty all the time. You can call me just Señor and Usted - Sir and you- specially if you are not my subject-
-Thanks your Majesty, but if I'm not your subject it wasn't for my ancestors choice. They fought for Spain and the monarchy to the very end, Sir, I'm aware and proud of it-
- You are from the island of Chiloé?-
- Osorno, sir-
That began an historic conversation that annoyed Froilán a bit, so eventually the king allowed me to join his favourite grandson and his friends. As funny as Felipe -as Froilán really likes to be called- and his friends could be, and how cool the situation was, they were too young for me and my astonished friends. Eventually I dared to talk with the old King again, I wonder how strange could be to feel seduced by a 78 years old guy. He was very pleased about it, and we talk sometime until he realized that Felipe-Froilán was annoyed again...

-Ah my dear Javi- said don Juan Carlos- what's your age, if it's not too much to ask?-
-Not at all, your Majesty, I'll be 31 in november 27th.
-You see Pipe, she can be easily my daughter. Too much young for me-
-And maybe too old for me?? Life sucks! Who says anyway?? He, you think too that she's right for my uncle instead Leticia?? Way more cool and beautiful!!!
I was red and don Juan Carlos a bit annoyed at first, then he smiled and frankly laughed about the situation.

-Maybe it's true, Javiera came just too late for that- Then he add- Vicky, I hope you don't even think about publishing anything about this-

The poor Vicky was too pale to say anything anyway.

-It's time to leave the young people to have fun. Just try to don't make many scandals, Felipe! About you, it was a real pleasure to meet you, señorita- then the King gave me some card to say- Javiera, you really impressed me. If you need something in what these ones- pointing my friends- your family or specially your own government can't help you, call that phone. Just in case, in a real one...Adios-
-My honour and thank you so much, your Majesty-

I spent whole night in that theater, but eventually I had to admit it to Felipe-Froilán that I'm too old for him, and that Josefina had a younger sister about his age. Pfff, he already dated her!

-I'm still honoured that you are crushed about me. You dared to kiss a boxer in her bloodied lips! Still you deserve better and younger than me...-Then I kissed him, I mean a real kiss. I sent him to heaven!- Adiós, and remember, you always will be my prince! Hope you find the right princess!

That french kiss left him much less sad. Vicky then told me that, even if she can't publish anything about my Royal meeting, she had material enough to make an special dossier about the fight, as she was allowed by the organizers, and that she just need a proper interview with me. She told me that now I'm not an unknown boxer, that I had to think that I became a celebrity!

She was really right? And that could be good?

What's my licence says now?: 15/10/2016 Teatro Barceló, Madrid, España.MARÍA JAVIERA ETCHEVERRY (Chile) W KO 2R NATHALIE NOGALES (Spain)
MARÍA JAVIERA ETCHEVERRY-NEW WBC/WIBA/WBF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION WELTERWEIGHT DIVISION.

P.S: The ref really had a crush on me too. And unlike Felipe-Froilán he had the right age! About details...well, a real lady don't have memories....