Karen Z




I cannot be fully forthcoming why I am writing this story about Karen Z and my
wife except to say it is to set the record strait. I will not give our names
or location either to keep us private since nobody here knows about our past
"fighting life" so I am going to let it all rip.

My wife was/is a very serious athlete. She competed and quite successfully in
many sports growing up and through college. On a soccer scholarship she was
thrown out of her share of games for punching out or roughing up opponents.
Really tough lady, built like a brick shit house although not very muscled as
Karen is. During college she would join me in the gym and I got her into
boxing where she was a natural. She had the fire inside her, loved hitting
people, loved being hit too celebrating her first of many black eyes was
celebrated like she won the 100 million dollar lottery. Standing a very firm
5'6'' and weighing about 145 the girl was strong, solid and mean. Once she
learned how to box the girl was sexy and on fire. More than one occasion,
outside the ring or gym, she punched out and I mean out both sexes in a
variety of scenarios. Meantime I was boxing at the amateur level and was
pretty good too, yes better than her, lol, and I stand 6 feet even and weigh
178lbs.

At some point we both got involved with these tournaments that were both fun
and competitive. My wife usually won the whole thing and in most cases
dispatched her competition with ease. She graduated from those fights to
fighting men which she fared very well at. She lost to both sexes periodically
but for the most part she beat the shit out of most. I did not do as well as
her but usually made it to the semi finals and I won twice. It was fun, erotic
for us, she loved it so I did it with her and it was a blast, especially when
we won so often. Her attitude grew more confident, sexually aggressive and all
in all fun. Nothing over the top just good clean fun.

It was at one of these tournaments where we first saw Karen. I have to admit I
was taken aback the first time I saw her. Everyone in this underground world
heard of her but I never actually saw her. So finally there she was in the
flesh. I expected someone much tougher looking and harder on the eyes, someone
I suppose just mean and butchy looking based on her reputation of knocking out
everyone she fought. I remember her wearing this black sleeveless top with
black pants and heals. She is very tall to begin with and with all the people
surrounding her asking her questions and pretty much fawning all over her she
looked huge. What was apparent was the very feminine but extremely defined and
vascular arms she had. Very attractive if not beautiful lady with long black
hair, an obviously whitened smile and a great body- just not what I expected.
To make a long story short even though the tournament was set we found out she
was going to fight. My wife was happier than I ever saw her since she loved
fighting the best meantime I was not so happy. I was not happy based on her
reputation and as I studied her I saw more muscles than I wanted to see on
anyone fighting my wife.

It was arranged that Karen would jump in only at the 1/4 finals and not have
to deal with the early rounds. No matter to us since my wife ate through the
early rounds like a knife through butter. They both met in the 1/4 round
fight. The pace was packed, easily 200 people, mostly to see Karen fight. She
met my wife in the ring after a very long wait. She was dressed in all black,
boxing shorts and tanktop with these white boxing shoes. She wore no robe and
walked slowly down the aisle to Israeli music and was totally drenched in
sweat. I remember her popping into the ring and throwing some punches in
lightening speed and remembering how strong and fast she looked. The fight did
not last the round with my wife being knocked out so hard and fast I thought
someone shot her. Seeing her knocked out cold as Karen walked around her
smiling was surreal. It took my wife 20 minutes to be able to stand up and
walk back to the dressing room and even then she was wobbly. About 30 minutes
later Karen walks into the dressing room which was the size of a small closet
and lectured and bragged to her and to ME how strong and beautiful she was-
again surreal. We both sat there speechless as she went on and on. Turns out
nothing she said was wrong it was just obnoxious and intimidating to be faced
with it.

About three months later as I was going to spar guess who taps me on the back?
Her. She challenges me to "man up" and spar with her to avenge the humiliating
loss she gave my wife. By the way it took my wife a full year to try boxing
again and I am happy to say she is back at it fulltime after having 2 babies.
To make a long story short, after the worst 3 rounds of my life and wishing I
was dead in round 3 Karen knocked me out cold and broke my nose on the way
there. The "sparring" was so bad that I could not walk out of the house for 11
days since the bruising was so ugly to look at. So this is pretty much all I
can say about this matter I suppose.

Karen is the strongest woman I ever met and ever fought, has one of the best
bodies or maybe the best that I ever saw live or on TV or on a website and is
really an excellent boxer. Period