How Karen the boxer affected my life for a lifetime?
as "requested" by Karen.  



I am responding to this "request" but since I am not a writer per se I will
make this quick.

Halloween 2004 and we were at our annual Halloween party sponsored by the
Corporation. I work for my father -in-law in a very well company everyone
reading this story has heard of. Marrying the bosses daughter was a great
thing. There were well over 300 people in attendance and almost everyone had
on an outrageous costume. Little did I know my life would change for the worst
in a few hours. Up until then life was beyond GREAT. I received my MBA and
went to work for this corporation and moved up quickly. At age 34 I was
married to the bosse's daughter, had a powerful position there, 2 kids and
plenty of money and everything else I wanted. My wife was beautiful and our
marriage was strong. It must be told here that I stand 5'10-'' and weigh a
muscular and athletic 175 lbs and was an amateur boxer including 4 appearances
in the NY Golden Gloves although I never won it all. My record at the time of
this party was 36-6 with 18 knockouts and my losses included me being TKO'd 2x
and KO'd once. The fact that I was a fighter amongst all of our friends was
unique. There were 3 occasions where my wife and friends saw me beatup someone
at a club (actually outside a club once) and believe me they all loved it. I
never cheated on my wife but believe me if I wanted to I could as ALL of our
friends were turned on by my body and my fighting. Coming to my matches was an
event and my wife loved the fact that I was HER man and could protect her. I
loved it too.

So here I was at this party when a number of my friends came up to me at
various points to tell me about this lady walking around with a killer body
wearing a super pink bikini, body art and pink boxing gloves with streaks of
pink in her hair. My friends comments were funny " she looks like she could
kick your ass" "she looks like a boxer on steroids" "she looks like a
bodybuilder with gloves on" "she is so hot it's sick" but mostly they talked
about her muscles and that she could kick my ass. I knew it was all in good
fun but I was curious of course. There I was walking around when I see this
small crowd gathered around her snapping pictures- she looked amazing. From
the back she had the perfect V shape back with muscles in her shoulders and
arms to be the envy of most men. Her abdominals I would learn later and saw
first hand are what everyone knows about her. She was almost as tall as I was
and a body that looked better then anything I ever saw anywhere and believe me
that says a lot. Karen is "requesting" I tell this story but she gave me
permission to cut to the chase since I am not exactly a writer. Face to face
we stood and talked as I introduced myself and told her that I box "for real"
and she took it all in and whispered to me that she to boxes "for real" as she
threw some soft hooks into my belly. With all of my friends around watching I
stepped back and told her to take her best shot anywhere she wants except my
balls. Everyone was ooing and ahhing and she smiled and flexed and shadow
boxed as the crowd swelled in size and got really loud and even my wife was a
witness and told me to close my eyes and then proceeded to knock me out cold
in front of everyone with one uppercut. One shot and my life changed. Next
thing I knew the paramedics were wheeling me out since not only was I
unconscious but cracked my head open requiring 21 stitches when my head hit
the floor. It was such an ugly scene I will not even talk about it now.

Suffice it to say that after things calmed down I hunted for this fucking
bitch to get my revenge since I and my wife were NEVER so humiliated in our
lives. She was easier to find then I thought since apparently in NYC everyone
knew her in the fighting circles. Me? I never thought of women being able to
fight and thought of them as a side show. Again, to make this brief. We fought
4 weeks to the day of the Halloween party with the stitches removed by one
day. The fight lasted less than 2 rounds as she beat me with ease and with
certainty and to a knockout. It was terrible on every level you can imagine.
From the ring I was "requested" to go to her apartment where I stayed for 4
days. I was raped 3x!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was tied to a chair each night and
slept in that fucking chair. One morning she beat my belly black and blue with
shots that made ME cry and beg for her to stop it and I will swear to this day
I had internal bleeding- I was pissed on (golden showers) twice each day in
her bathtub and was made to worship her fucking being. I cleaned every inch of
her apartment with a toothbrush in some places and other cleaning utensils I
never saw before and did so wearing a green dress. By far and hands down the
worst time of my life. I was "requested" to call my wife each night and again
to make this brief we were divorced 7 months later. Karen is a monster on
every level in my opinion and I loathe her. She is stronger than any woman I
ever met and most men, her body may be the sexiest thing ever built by god but
to me she is ugly and mean and perhaps even psychotic. She has more muscle and
strength than your professional bodybuilders and believe me I know this, not
bigger muscles just stronger muscles.

So I fulfilled my duty here and with any luck I never hear from her again and
never see her again like I did during the last snow storm we had here where
she made me eat snow from the street on my hands and knees when I was going to
pick up my children. OK, Karen, I am done please go away.