Janine




This should serve as a HEADS UP AND WARNING to those people who are true
warriors, true boxers, true combatants, who LOVE to fight like me.

My name is Janine and I grew up in a very privileged home in Southern
California. Blessed with great parents and a great family. I grew up with all
the material things most people yearn for and I have never taken any of it for
granted. I am 5'5 and weigh 125 lbs. and am blonde and blue and once again
blessed with my mom's good looks and great body. In the environment in which I
was raised, drugs and sex were prevalent, flaunted and something to be proud
of. My thing? Well, I learned from my Aunt the beauty of fighting,
specifically kickboxing. My Aunt was a three time World Champion kickboxer in
3 different weight categories. Like the rest of us, she too was blessed with a
GREAT body, married twice and extremely well off due to her ex-husbands, but
really due to her fists and feet, both of which were amazing. My Aunt is 18
years older than me and as I write this I am 26 years old.

Seeing my Aunt fight a few times in England when she was defending one of her
titles I got hooked. The excitement in the arena was outrageous, seeing her
decimate her opponent was great and seeing her afterwards was, well, a sexual
feeling for me. Seeing her stand there with all of the reporters surrounding
her, all the photographers taking her pictures as she wore her sports bra and
shorts, seeing her muscles shine and her hard nipples popping through during
the interview and seeing her raw power really got to me at the young age of
14. The raw power mesmerized and hooked me. Seeing her opponent next to her,
during these interviews, looking beautifully beaten to a pulp by my Aunts
fists and feet and seeing the dejected look on her opponents face, that was
swollen with black eyes, also turned me on! By the time I was 14 I, and all of
my friends, were already having sex and doing drugs and smoking cigarettes and
just being us ... ... spoiled rich kids from the Hills. My Aunt is a little
bigger than me and heavier and her body, like mine is now, is simply GREAT.
Neither of us have serious muscles but she was powerful and even with that a
lot more muscular than me. As an amateur she was 12-0 with 12 knockouts!! As a
pro she was world renown. I knew I had to get into this.

I started training immediately after I witnessed her so cool beating of that
other lady in defense of her title and I LOVED EVERY SECOND of it. Nobody I
knew in my click ever raised their hands to fight. After just 3 months of
training, at age 14, I beat up my first person on the beach and it was life
changing. Everyone knew I was training to become a fighter and everyone knew
about my Aunt since I spoke about her all the time and nobody thought I was
serious. One of the guys in our group was giving me a hard time about lil' ol'
skinny me beating up anyone and one word led to another and I stood up and
cursed him and dared him to fight me right there and then. He had no choice
and neither did I and I was scared since all I ever did was hit bags and did
very little sparring. I did know my body was getting harder and stronger. So
there we were, standing with our bathing suits on, surrounded by 30 or so of
us spoiled brats, a small fire going on a beautiful night. I actually felt
good as I saw him try to get in some kind of fighting stance with NO
experience VS my limited experience. What I did have a lot of was shadow
boxing and picturing myself fighting as I did a LOT of that in my bedroom. He
was 16 and 5'9 and I am guessing maybe 160lbs. His father was a famous
director and like the rest of us, super privileged. Anyway, we were facing
each other and circling one another as our friends were all cheering me on and
I saw he was getting angry. I kicked him in his legs pretty hard and once in
his sides that made him yelp in pain and then he got really pissed. He charged
at me with his hands down and I did what I was trained to do. I timed a
perfect straight right that connected perfectly flush and with my bare fists I
felt NO PAIN at all as it all landed with perfect precision. He staggered
backwards as my friends were now screaming with excitement and I went after
him. Nobody was more excited than me and I felt that excitement in places I
hoped I would, similar to the feelings I had watching my Aunt beat the crap
out of that woman in England. Three more super hard kicks to his body made him
scream out in pain and cover up and I don't know how many punches to his face
until he fell in a fetal position crying. This was a pivotal moment in my
life. MAJOR PIVITOL MOMENT. Not only did I have my first fight orgasm as I
stood over him, which was blatantly obvious and UNBELIEVABLE at the time, as
his friends rushed over to him. The rest was a blur until I was yanked away by
my girlfriends and they could not take their hand off of me, feeling my arms
and abs and totally freaking out. All I know is I remember smoking a cigarette
with my friends all around me watching him stand up crying and holding his
sides calling me all kinds of names. And again, I felt that orgasmic feeling
rushing through my body. All I can say is I had amazing sex on the beach with
a friend afterwards and my reputation was set and my commitment to fighting
higher than ever.

There were two other major moments in my fighting life that I wish to tell
before I get to the point of this story. The second poignant moment was when I
was in college and was almost 19 and I beat up my friends step Dad. One of my
close friends had this young step father, who was a typical southern
California guy. Her mother was like 45 but this guy was 27, her 3rd husband.
My friend always complained about his rude behavior and how he would make
sexual comments to her all the time. Meantime her mother was very attractive
and I guess into younger guys. As time went on she complained more and more
and came right out and asked me to beat him up. I was a brown belt at this
point and added on a fair amount of muscle and was fighting as an amateur with
8 fights and I won all 8, 4 by tko, one by real live KO and the others by
decisions. I was getting there for sure. So I agreed to this to help her plus
I was interested to see what I could do outside the ring with a guy bigger and
stronger than me, he was 5'11 and 175lbs and very fit but not a fighter. What
we did, we made sure her mother was out shopping and we were by the pool
tanning away topless and we knew he would be home. At about 3PM he woke up and
came outside with his coffee and walks right over to us and starts telling us
how hot we are and how perfect this was and that was, real pig stuff. So I
stood up and walked over to the grassy part near the pool and told him, "you
want some of this, let's see if that cock works or you're just all talk ...
... ... but before anything we fight. He laughed out loud and stood up and
said. So I get to fuck you like a man but I have to fight you first? He
laughed out loud again and walks over to me still with his coffee in his hand
and I kicked the mug out of his hand!! That got his attention and he said, oh
yeah you are the kickboxer and you have that hot Aunt who is a fighter too,
right? Now in my fighting stance I stare but do not answer. He says OK baby, I
will flatten you and then fuck you like a man and I know you need this. I was
furious and before he finished his sentence I kicked him right in his gut and
he was bent over turning blue. ONE KICK!!! This was fun. As he is still
holding his gut and unable to talk I threw a half a dozen hooks into his ribs
and he yelped like a dog with each one and he is now on his knees holding his
sore body. I am standing there goofing on him calling him all kinds of names
and my friend is hysterical. After a few minutes he was able to stand and he
looked scared to death which was making my pussy wet beyond what I thought
would have happened. He had no idea what to do or say. I walked towards him
and landed 7 jabs to his face, eyes and nose and he just sat down and began
weeping. This was unreal and more fun than I can tell you. Total domination
with ease!!! As he was sitting there crying like a baby I assured him that his
wife will never find out and that if he has any more lewd comments to make I
will come back and finish the job. I wasn't even sure myself what I meant by
that. It took him a solid 10 minutes to compose himself and when he did I had
him massage both of us a little and kiss my feet for 10 minutes. But I have to
tell you I needed sex BADLY and I was not going to have it with him but I did
have him eat me out in front of my friend and outside by the pool, and THAT
WAS FANTASTIK!!!!!!!!!!!!! My reputation grew as the story got out, even
though it lost some accuracy as it spread like wildfire and I was TOTALLY into
it.

The other noteworthy moment in my "fighting career" was a serious loss I had.
In the dojo when I was already a brown belt I fought a lowly blue belt in
front of the whole class. The reason why I fought him was because the master
who taught the class wanted me to teach him so respect. Daniel was an
obnoxious asshole in so many ways. He was 3 years older than me, extremely
manly and handsome with a great body and a "player" for sure. He was of course
bigger than me at 5'10 and a very solid 165. But like I said, several levels
below me. We fought with headgear and 5 minute rounds all done on purpose
figuring since he never had a fight in the Dojo that he would barely be able
to go 3 minutes so much 3 rounds of 5 minutes each. Well, it did not turn out
well for me as Daniel TKO'd me in a very embarrassing way I have to say. He
was so much stronger than me and he caught me flush to the jaw a few times and
by the time the fight was stopped I was crouching in the corner absorbing
countless body blows and let's just say my face was not how I wanted it to
look, ha ha. It was not a KO which I was proud of. Daniel and I started
dating, no not that night but pretty soon thereafter and lived together for
about 4 months before I tossed him. He was always an asshole but a cute
asshole and I got to kick the piss out of 2 of his little women who loved his
handsome ass. I knocked out both in our apartment and it was all arranged by
him and yes with my full cooperation. Listen, neither one was a trained
fighter but both were athletic and muscular women, if that means anything,
which it did not. One I kicked unconscious after a few jabs and she went down
hard and was out and a mess for a long time and the other was better equipped
to fight but a left hook and straight right put he out. She recovered
relatively quickly and although that is not the end of the story with those
two and me and Daniel ... ... .. that's all I will share in public for now.
Remember, the goal is my Aunt

So now the point of the story. My Aunt and I became even closer as I was
fighting more and she retired from competitive kickboxing. She was married to
a pretty famous guy at this point and was just living life, however, she still
fought in private matches here and there, mostly via the gym challenges and in
my eyes, always looked lethal. Far better than I would ever be that's for
sure. She had amazing experience in the ring for a long time, was super strong
in every way and got into putting on more muscle on her frame. Muscle was
never my thing and to this day, except for one short 4 month time period, one
would never know I was an athlete. Between my skinny frame and the fact I
still smoke nobody ever thought of me as a fighter. But I was !!!!!!!! Never
had a desire to go pro or anything like that but I stuck as an amateur and
LOVED to show off the goods when I felt it appropriate outside the ring. Look,
at my level, to drop someone with a kick or two or punch or 3 or 4, YES EVEN
GUYS, was not a major task when you have the belts like I did.

My Aunt was going to Florida to "fuck up" some "bitch" with a reputation that
was everywhere. I was clueless since none of that stuff, you know bragging
online and stuff, was ever my thing. My Aunt wanted me to accompany her to
watch her "dismantle" and "punish" this woman. What the heck. I have seen my
Aunt motivated and animated before to kick someone's ass and now she was is in
full kickass mode and I wanted to see this.

We arrived in Florida a few days before the fight, just her and I. We ran and
lightly sparred and kept her sharp until the fight that Thursday night at the
gym. We arrived early and my Aunt was stoked big time and looked solid as shit
and ready to do her thing. I felt badly for her opponent to be honest. If it
was a guy that would be one thing but this is "just" a woman who was going to
be her age, size but had to lack her experience and strength. I figured this
would be a few rounds of a beating and then we could go to South Beach and
party. When I saw her opponent I got a little nervous I have to say. She was
taller than my Aunt which is no biggie but I have to say this woman had
muscles on her muscles and despite being VERY attractive, like my Aunt, she
looked rather serious and determined herself.

After some not so friendly hello's they both got dressed to box, NOT KICKBOX,
which my Aunt knew but I did not. I was taken aback but still not concerned,
that much at least. The second the bell rang and there were about 30 people
watching and some asshole with a video camera, I knew there was something
different about this woman. She was skilled, schooled, powerful and
experienced. From the getgo she was jabbing my Aunt at will AND talking smack
at the same time. Plus she was able to take a punch, better than most that's
for sure. After the first round my Aunt had a mouse under one eye and looked
concerned. When she said "she hits harder than anyone I ever fought, including
men, I was scared but tried not to show it.

This went on for 9 rounds!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have never seen my Aunt or anyone
else for that matter take a beating like this. It was scary horrible and
depressing. Everytime she came back to the corner she looked worse and worse.
Her entire face, from forehead to eyes to lips were getting more and more
swollen and her face was, to me, looking disfigured. What I could see of her
eyes was screaming defeat but she had too much self-worth to quit, and believe
me she should have. This other woman knew that too and was beating her with
surgical precision as she took some of her power off some of those shots to
inflict damage but not to knock her out, I knew what she was doing and I was
infuriated but could do nothing. As the fight went on this other woman's
muscles were swelling up like a damn bodybuilder and looked scary as hell and
her stamina was endless and the few punches my Aunt landed, INCLUDING some
flush shots to her jaw was ineffective. I had a knot in my gut as I watched
this other woman beat my Aunt from pillar to post with ease and fluidity like
I have never seen in my life. Totally one sided beating and my Aunt looked
like hell. Both eyes swollen, her ribs aching, all marked up, it was terrible.
My Aunt was stuck in the corner at one point as this woman worked over her
midsection with a ferocity and pinpoint shots that made my Aunt spit blood but
like I said, this other woman knew what she was doing. This other woman, her
name is Karen, born in Israel they say and now lives in South Florida via NYC.

Finally, only when Karen wanted to and only when she was ready and there was
nothing left of my Aunt was she, thankfully, knocked out. The final seconds
had my Aunt retreating with Karen talking smack and posing her body for her
friends and really making a mockery of the fight and my proud Aunt, a THREE
TIME WORLD KICKBOXING CHAMPION!!!! A total mockery. She was jabbing my Aunt to
pieces and throwing an occasional right hand to her body that was making me
sick. Seeing my Aunt have no defense and wincing in pain with each shot and
her offense was so weak at this point it was sad to watch. Karen used her
shoulders to keep my Aunt in the corner and then a barrage of blows ensued
that made me want to cry and run away, not kidding. Karen was able to hit her
at will and on any part of her VERY beaten body, VERY BEATEN. And then with
little effort she measured my Aunt and said, "ready to take your medicine
now?" she threw a left hook with her very very defined and muscular arms,
knocking out my Aunts mouthpiece somewhere deep into the gym and my Aunt fell
against the ringpost, one arm out of the ring totally motionless, not a muscle
moving just breathing.

The paramedics were already on the scene, someone must have called them and
tended to my Aunt. She spent 8 days in the hospital and when we were finally
able to travel she still looked terrible but not as bad as when she was
knocked out. When we left the hospital Karen was standing there at the front
door with a shit eating grin on her damn face. She was dressed like she was
going to lunch at some fancy place in a floppy hat, tight jeans and a top that
all I can say was not meant for someone of her age. Let's just say it was way
too tight, her muscles in her arms were not only freshly pumped but she put
some oil on them to accent them for the world to see and although her abs are
certainly to be envied, especially after having kids and being well into her
40's the whole upper bod thing was over the top. Yes, her body could pull it
off but not her age if you ask me. She approached us smiling way too much in
an obnoxious way and asked us if we enjoyed our time in Florida which was so
damn pretentious. I was going to say something but my Aunt tugged on my arm
and Karen balled up her fist and stuck her chest out and just stared at me.
She was definitely going to hit me!!! A stare I will never forget either. She
blocked our way to the cab and then did this totally obnoxious double bicep
pose and said " ever have the guts to come back please let me know and I may
even train next time" Followed by a sick laugh and she walked away into her
own car that was driven by some guy I did not see through the tinted windows.
My Aunt was again totally humiliated and I felt like crap not being able to do
a damn thing to help her. It was depressing!!! Here we are =, two fighters,
her a well known and well traveled World Champion who just got her worst
beating in her life, me a respected fighter in my own right and make no
fucking mistake about it. I have been there and done that, of course not to
her level and neither of us could do a fucking thing. I felt sad for my Aunt,
I felt depressed for me as I was never treated like that and would not have
hesitated to kick her in her jaw, NOT FOR A SECOND, but I knew in my gut that
if I did she would have ripped me apart and could have seriously hurt me. My
Aunt took this humiliation with a tear in her eye and in front of me was
HUMILAIETED beyond belief. I have seen my Aunt not only in the ring several
times but I have seen her manhandle her former husbands and 2 of her
boyfriends. The whole thing sucked.

The warning here is not to ever fight this woman!!!!! Any doubts, go to her
website and you can see the fight with my Aunt firsthand and understand why.
In the meantime I now have my blackbelt but will not turn professional and
will not ever think about getting revenge for my Aunt. My Aunt was never the
same and she does talk about a rematch but I hope that never occurs.

Peace out