KO'd by Kathy (Mixed Boxing True Story)


 
Part I
My wife Kathy is an extraordinary physical specimen, a pint sized mighty
mite. We met in college and later married. In college she was a top notch
gymnast, all conference and captain of her gymnastics team. To describe
her physique...5'2'' 120 pounds of solid muscle, sturdy legs and great
upper body development especially her biceps. Kathy also has a flair for
boxing and this is where the story begins. When she graduated from
college she obtained a job as an assistant strength and conditioning
coach from her alma mater. The college offers an excellent coed
intramural boxing program and Kathy took up the sport to stay in shape. I
too boxed in the military and could handle myself in the ring against any
amateur so I thought. Kathy excelled as a boxer (a southpaw) beating all
of her female opponents...no one could go the distance with her. I was
very proud of her...she out muscled her competition and had a ferocious
left hook that knocked out so many opponents. After two years of boxing
we agreed to start a family, but Kathy had one more fight to fight. She
challenged me to a boxing match...at first I thought she was joking, I
out weigh her by 70 pounds and the thought of punching a woman especially
my own wife was out of the question. But she was serious and adamant
about the issue. When I asked why she responded it would be erotic to
fight a man and knock him out cold. She was no feminist but had the air
of superiority over me in a battle of the sexes. Kathy felt she had the
strength and technique to beat me. But she never had faced an opponent
who he could hit as hard as me and she might get hurt. When I finally
gave in and agreed to the fight there were certain stipulations as
follows: Five two minute rounds, I would box defensively blocking and
counter punching in the direction of her hands but she could utilize her
full arsenal of punches, hit as hard as she liked and go for a KO. Of
course this gave her a huge advantage. The idea here was for me to go the
distance and she to KO me in the allotted time. We decided to have the
match in private, our spacious basement would serve as a boxing ring. Our
neighbor Ken agreed to film this epoch bout and serve as time keeper.
 
Part II
We gave ourselves 60 days to train. My wife trained diligently, she had
access to exercise equipment galore and multiple sparring partners. I
myself worked out on occasion, hit the bags, did calisthenics and jogged
but most importantly I did not spar with anyone so I was quite rusty when
the big day arrived. I arrived first wearing athletic shorts, a t-shirt
and fully donned with protective gear. When Kathy came down the basement
stairs she looked super hot...her blonde hair was braided, she was
wearing silky blue shorts and a pink leotard tank top the revealed her
firm back, shoulder and arm muscles. When she put on her boxing gloves
she pounded her fists and her biceps flared. She was right it was an
erotic experience and I was never turned on so much in my life.
 
Part III...The Match
Round 1: I came out strong blocking most of her punches and effectively
counter punching keeping her off stride. But near the end of the round I
slipped dropped a bit and opened up my defenses and she caught me with a
vicious left hook (her knockout punch) right in the mush. It staggered me
and bloodied my mouth. Between rounds my nose began to bleed and my ears
were ringing. She may have given me a slight concussion. I realized then
and there I needed to stay away from her left hand.
Round 2: She knew I was injured and came out strong with one head blow
after another. But I was to able to block most of her punches and the
round ended in a draw. I felt confident, just 3 more rounds left, I took
her best punch and stayed on my feet. But she had other plans.
Round 3: My wife changed tactics, she began to delivered hard body
punches, one jab after another in my solar plexus. I had a difficulty
blocking these punches because I was a head taller than her. Pounding and
pounding she wouldn't let up and to add insult to injury she hit me with
her left hook this time in the side of the head rocking my brain once
again. Between rounds my gut hurt so bad. She may have broken a rib and I
was having some breathing problems. It was time to use my legs and do a
little rope a dope and stay away from her.
Round 4: I just kept away from her throughout the first 90 seconds, she
chased me around the basement. But when she blurted out "you coward
you're afraid of me", I stood my ground and began punching with her
again. It was the my biggest mistake and in short order she jabbed me in
the abdomen winding me then she hit me with a devastating left uppercut
knocking me off my feet and sending me to the floor. I barely got up in
time and fortunately the round ended. Between rounds it was obvious I was
losing the fight. Miraculously I was still conscious and I was about to
throw in the towel but pride took over and I decided to come out for the
final round.
Round 5: Kathy was fresh as daisy and I was so wobbly and weary. There
was no let up in her even though I was her loving husband. She took no
mercy and gave me a terrific beating, one jab after another knocking
loose my mouth guard. The last thing I remember was slipping again and
lights out.
 
Epilogue: The film revealed what happen...when I slipped I dropped my
right hand and she KO'd me with a quick left hook in the side of my face.
Subsequent to this and surprisingly she took off her gloves stood over me
flexing her awesome biceps in a victory pose. Later though after I woke
up Kathy was not triumphant she was remorseful, she loved me to pieces
(my broken pieces) for doing this. She hugged and kissed me and applied
the ice bags.
 
Sam