karen




A word to the wise, stay FAR away from a female boxer living in Florida!!

Speechless! She almost destroyed my life with her fists and words and then I
met her while on vacation 23 years later.

No way do I give my name or any other information but felt I had to write
something. Twenty three years ago while in college in NYC I heard about this
woman who boxes in some "underground" places with other women and men. I knew
exactly who this person was since I think it's fair to say almost everyone
knew who she was at school. Prettiest woman I have ever seen before or since,
foreign born and really popular. We had similar majors so I knew her fairly
well and we were "school-friendly" for 2-years prior to the incident.

I was a typical NYC young man, athletic, nice family, well adjusted and dating
when I could. I had a great bunch of friends and we studied hard and had fun
outside of school. I admit, everyone wanted to date this woman since she was
super attractive, friendly and had a body that would not stop. I also knew she
dated guys that were way out of who I was. The rumors were she dated
professors, seriously handsome and well off older guy's and I was none of
those things so I knew I had no shot which was fine, nobody I knew had a shot
with her.

One day I was coming off the tennis court and she was waiting for her game to
start and we were talking, like we often did in class. She was her usual very
friendly and clever not to mention she looked incredibly beautiful that day.
Wearing a tennis skirt and a top that really accented her figure and
attributes including some rather obvious muscle in her arms and the muscles in
her abs were jutting through her crop top. I found that rather interesting and
I commented on it as politely as I could. I had no intention of flirting or
making any kind of move on her since I knew all too well she had much bigger
fish to fry. As we talked she mentioned that she boxes and how much she loves
the competition. After I put my jaw back up since it dropped to the floor I
questioned her about it and apparently I was smirking when I did. I did not
know that. She saw my doubting face I guess and invited me to watch her fight
that Friday night at some club downtown and I agreed in a second, if nothing
else for the spectacle alone. Truth is, I did not believe her.

When I walked into this club I saw every scary and horrible creature that
walked the streets of Manhattan all in one place. It was literally frightening
not to mention it smelled like garbage. Meantime there were 2 men beating the
shit out of each other, bare fisted, in this ring as people screamed their
lungs out. It was truly disgusting to watch, the blood and damage to their
bodies was something I wanted none of and was going to leave when I heard her
name announced as the next fighter versus some woman.

She came out to cheers, her hair tied back, wearing a white T-shirt and shorts
and boxing gloves. She is a tall woman, her muscles and body looked incredible
that night and she looked comfortable and happy as she waived to everyone in
the crowd. While her opponent, shorter by 4 inches at least but also looked in
incredible shape. Curiosity got the better of me and I stayed to watch. When
the bell rang what I saw will remain with me forever. These two were actually
skilled and coordinated and knew how to fight. It all ended in a 2 round
massacre of a beating similar to what those 2 guys did before her were doing
to each other but the women were more brutal in my opinion. Why? It was clear
that the woman I am talking about was stronger and faster and more skilled
than her shorter opponent. The fight ended in something I never witnessed
before---a knockout. I saw it with my own two eyes. She knocked her out cold,
right there in this ring. The place erupted as she paraded around the ring for
everyone. I walked out of there in a daze by what I saw and was quite happy to
be out of there. I knew she did not see me nor I would imagine did she care

Seven weeks later I met her again at the tennis court and I spoke to her in
detail about what I saw. I complimented her, asked her a bunch of questions
about boxing, where she learned it all and what that place was all about and
she was more than happy to answer me. It was, so I thought, a very friendly
conversation between two school friends. I never flirted or said anything
wrong during the 20 minutes that we spoke. Towards the end of the conversation
she put her left hand on my chest, by my heart actually, and said "why don't
we spar sometime and I can teach you a few things." Well, I freely admit my
heart was beating fast and the beginning of a growing erection began the
second she put her hand on me. I thought that was rather forward but I was
blinded by the fact that a woman this beautiful actually touched me to be
honest. She kept her hand on my right breast for what was probably 10 seconds
but it felt like forever. I agreed to meet her at some gym and of course
secretly hoped in the back of my head that she was coming on to me. Naturally,
that was impossible but I was a young horny kid.

I showed up at the gym wearing simple workout clothes, a t-shirt and shorts
and could not stop thinking about her since we last met. She was already there
working out hitting a heavybag with no less than 20 people watching her. She
looked hotter than ever wearing a pair of blue baggy sweats and a yellow tank
top that clung to her sweaty body like a glove and I was literally able to see
her abdominals through that top. It was intimidating enough to be in a boxing
gym and then multiply that by a million seeing her attack that heavybag and
see her muscles pop and move like that. MIND BOGGLING!! I seriously wanted to
leave at that point. She turned towards me and smiled with sweat dripping down
all over. As she walked over to me she had a big smile on her face and
welcomed me by putting her gloved hand out. When I shook her hand that was the
first time I ever touched a boxing glove. I was trembling, literally, and she
knew it and gave me a big hug and told me to relax. Even that hug has stayed
with me forever. It was different than every other hug I experienced before or
since. And let me add that I am happily married to a great woman for 14 years.
That hug was, well, it was incredibly sensual in many ways. Strong, firm, and
as instinctively put my hands by her hips it was, well, like an hourglass and
I felt the ridges in her abs and she held me so tight I felt her hard nipples
through both of our shirts. It was CRAZY. It may have lasted just 5 seconds
but it has stayed with me for 23 years!!!

She escorted me into this room that had a mat on the floor and mats on the
wall. To me it looked like a sound proof room. But I had no idea. She sat on
the ground Indian style and told me to do the same which I did and she began
wrapping my hands with this gauze. I was 100% clueless and the whole time she
was talking nice and sweet but it was VERY intimidating to me. Seeing the
muscles in her arms, all pumped up from hitting that bag and who knows what
else was really getting to me. She looked up at me when she was done wrapping
my left hand and saw me staring at her arms and she said " check these out"
and did a bicep pose that floored me and scared the crap out of me. Really
did. I was fully intimidated and knew this was a mistake. I actually knew it
was a mistake the second I agreed to it, however, she was so wildly
intoxicating as a beautiful woman I fell for it. Her muscles were defined and
SCARY and certainly bigger than mine but what was freaking me out was watching
her pound on that bag with all of those people cheering her on. She definitely
knew what she was doing and has done it before. Not to mention I have already
seen her box at the dingy place they called, and rightfully so, the
Underground. And a word about her muscles just so I am clear. They were not
man-like huge muscles like we all have seen on TV here and there. They were
feminine yes, however, extraordinarily defined. Her biceps, triceps were very
obvious let's say but it was her abdominals that looked like, well a washboard
is really the most accurate description. I freely give it to her that she was
a truly beautiful woman in every way from body to face.

We both stood up in an awkward silence and she was smiling the whole time. She
told me how to stand and allowed me a 1 minute practice of how to throw a
punch. I had the mouthpiece in my mouth which made it tough to breathe and
from just one minute of punching her gloves my arms were tired. Still, the
entire time she was laughing and smiling. Facing me she asked me if I was
ready and I said yes but of course I was not.

She circled me and was jabbing me in my face and I was always a second behind
her trying to cover up. Throwing a punch myself was impossible since I was
spending all of my time trying to protect myself. As she was landing her
countless jabs she was talking to me. Sometimes giving instruction and
sometimes calling me names, such as weaklings, pussy and so on. After a minute
or so (she had a timer she hit with her glove to time the 3 minute rounds) I
was sweating like a pig and felt pain in my face, something I never
experienced before and my nose was bleeding. Then the gates of hell opened up.
With my back against the wall, with a speed that was purely indefensible, she
blasted some hooks and things into my belly that caused a pain that was so
severe I cannot explain it. My hands dropped and the next thing I knew I was
on my ass, the room is spinning and she is squatting in front of me, smiling
as usual, asking me if I want to continue. It was like being in a dream with a
pain that was all over my body up to an including my face. According to her, 5
full minutes passed until I stood up and for some reason I decided to
continue. She allowed me time to stand there and get my shit together as she
walked around the room doing these flexes and stretching and shadow boxing and
talking non-stop.

I was VERY VERY VERY upset and angry and wanted to punch her lights out. The
logical side of me said, GO HOME, but the macho man side said, PUNCH BACK.
When we both agreed to continue I rushed over to her and started throwing as
many punches into her body as possible since she was covering her face. I
landed a lot of them but they had no effect and she spun me around and landed
some of those hooks into my sides that made me yelp out in pain and then once
again I ended up again, dizzy, disoriented with nausea too, on my ass looking
up at her as the room spun around me. By far the worst pain, humiliation and
embarrassment, tiredness of my life. She was talking to me but I had no idea
what she was saying since I was really out of it. It was like being as drunk
as ever BUT with tremendous pain.

Eventually she took my gloves off and apologized for "beating the shit out of
me" and took me into a small bathroom to clean me up, she said. I did need her
help to walk to the bathroom since my legs were wobbly like being sea sick and
I sat on the closed bowl as she talked a LOT, about herself and her strength
and her love for fighting, and believe me she LOVED boxing and how weak I was.
VERY demeaning. Seeing her muscular and rather pumped arms apply a washcloth
to my left eye, which was black and blue and my first black eye ever and also
my last black eye , was also intimidating. That's all I care to write about
except to say, she did demand her little pound of flesh and made me do 3
things in that room that changed my life and caused years of therapy. I stayed
away from EVERYONE for 6 days so the black eye would go away but the
depression I was feeling stayed with me for a VERY VERY long time. Intense for
months but it was always there and popped up all the time out of the blue for
a very long time. Therapy helped a lot. Being beaten up was well it sucked
royally, no doubt. Humiliation and all of that due to the one sided beating.
But the three things she made me to do her HAUNTED me for a, like I said, a
very long time.

So why did I write this? My shrink suggested I do after bumping into her in
Florida recently. We saw each other in a 7-11 in South Florida while I was on
vacation with my family and I saw her from a distance. No, I had no idea it
was her, instead I saw a woman with an amazing body holding a young child and
from holding that kid her bicep looked as formidable as anything I have ever
seen. She is a beautiful woman like I said. I walked in to get some drinks for
the family who thankfully waited in the van for me. When she walked over to me
and remembered my name I was sick. My stomach sank!!!! She had that same shit
eating grin, a body that was truly amazing and at her age after having 2
children was remarkable and was as nice as anything to me EXCEPT to say, " I
have not seen you since I knocked the crap out of you in the City, so how are
you?" And before I could answer she said, listen I know I screwed you up for
some time and I regret that for what it's worth. She continued, you were not
the only one, to say the least, and some were beaten worse than you and , she
put her head down, suffered a lot worse humiliation than you did. She looks me
in the eyes and continued, I know this means nothing to you but thought you
would want to know I do feel badly about it all. I just stared at her for a
minute as she smiled and told me I look good. She asked me what I have been up
to and who I still speak to back in the city. With a dry mouth I answered all
of her questions and asked her a few questions too. I did NOT ask if she still
boxes but she wanted to tell me she still does box even though I resisted
asking myself. While she held her young child on her left hip she did give me
a right bicep flex and said "yeah, still fighting, lifting and sometimes
beating people unconscious" and then that shit ass grin. I swear I felt sick
although I do admit to having a raging erection the entire time. I give her
credit for some sick genetics for sure. With that I took my drinks and said
bye and started to walk away when she grabbed my arm and turned me towards her
and with a sincere face said, I am sorry you know. I nodded my head and walked
out and did the best to compose myself before I walked back to my family.

Her name is Karen Zoeller, she still fights and I strongly suggest you stay
away. She has a website that when I went to it, and I admit I spent a lot of
time on it, is SICKENING in 1,000 ways, if you ever encountered her. A word to
the wise. This is why I wrote this.

Good luck