Phyllis




I am a female fighter wanting to set the record straight.

My name is Phyllis and I am a female fighter and after reading some of the
stories online I feel everyone needs some reality. Here is my story.

I am a 32 year old woman, never married and have 2 young daughters and live in
NC. I am 5'6 and weigh 142 pounds, all muscle but not very muscular if you
know what I mean, well-endowed as they say, very pretty by all standards with
natural blonde hair and I am proud of my beauty if I say so myself and support
my family by fighting. Pretty much people hire me to fight various people in
their lives or fulfill some fantasy they have. In addition to that, although I
do not earn much money at this, I am a blackbelt and VERY proud of that fact,
in Kyokushin. When I was introduced to this form of combat I was hooked but
rarely use this is my weekly fighting. I workout 2x a day 6x a week and pretty
much my life is all about fighting. Look, it's how I feed my kids afterall.

My childhood was terrible. My father was an alcoholic and verbally and
physically abusive to my mother, who was also an alcoholic, and to my two
older brothers. Never sexually abusive but there were a lot of violence in my
house and we all feared him. Irrational beatings for anything and everything
and my mother was useless in protecting us. As a result my life was a hell on
wheels. Nothing "normal" ever happened, no family vacations, no family
discussions, just violence and sickness. I was smoking at the age of 12 and
was fighting all the time and drinking at a young age too. My diet was junk
food, pure and simple. By the young age of 14 I realized a few things. First,
with my body I knew the boys loved me, that I was a fearless and an angry
fighter and that if I continued like this I would end up like my mother. By
the end of High School I was a feared young lady as I would beat the shit out
of anyone I could grab. I beat every girl in the school, I beat up boys too
back then and the other guys loved it and made me the most popular person in
town. Of course I was having sex at a very young age too as I was by all
accounts a very wild and troubled child. I also beat up and beat up rather
badly I must say, my high school history teacher with whom I had an affair. He
was 23 years old and like all boys were attracted to my body and physical
appearance. He did not force me to do a damn thing, it was all voluntary and
quite frankly a lot of fun to be sleeping with him since he was very handsome.
But like all of my relationships, add in some alcohol, my huge chip on my
shoulder and my tendency towards violence and I beat this guy bloody and left
him crying like a baby begging me to stop punching him in his face. And to be
honest, I loved it and bragged about it my whole senior year. He was a skinny
smallish man who had zero fighting experience and the force and brutality I
showered on him was something he could not deal with. Holding by his hair with
one hand as he was flat on his back screaming and punching him countless times
in his face with my other hand was something I actually enjoyed back then, to
give you an idea of how troubled a young lady I was. Standing over him as he
cried did not make me feel badly at all- again illustrating how sick in my
head I was back then. Drinking, smoking, some drugs, fighting and screwing
guys was my life and I was never really happy. Somehow I graduated High School
even though I was suspended more times than I attended class. He left school
at the end of the semester to god knows where.

Things went from bad to worse when at 18 I married a man 12 years my senior.
And guess what, he too was an abusive alcoholic, right, no surprise. I was a
mess!!!! At the beginning things were great as I saw him as my way out of the
house. He was a construction worker and was able to support me really well at
first. However, the beatings started after a few months and life sucked. He
did like the fact that I was a fighter but let me be clear, I was a
streetfighter, no training and used my bare fists more than not. I never
walked into a gym and had zero training but that did not stop me from
brutalizing all the women I fought. Look, I was one angry young lady and
somebody had to pay for my shitty life. At this point I was strong enough to
knockout almost everyone, breaking cheek bones, noses, and god knows what else
and since I knew this pleased my husband and I did it is as often as possible.
Getting positive feedback from a male figure in my life was very important
back then for obvious reasons. One day my husband and his buddies had the idea
of having me fight other girls for money. And this led to a full year and a
half of them setting up fights for me all over the place. I never received a
dime as my husband kept it all. Make no mistake about it, since I was fighting
women, grown and mature women 10-20 years older than me, many VERY TOUGH
women, I lost my share of fights as most of these women hated me for my youth,
for my looks and the fact that I was sleeping with their men----and let me add
that I was sleeping with them against my will back then. Everything was
arranged by my husband and he made money off me in that way too I learned
later on. When I did lose a fight there was hell to pay from my husband. One
time I was knocked silly by this huge muscular woman in some open ball field
in my state. It was not close since she was a trained boxer that was bigger,
older and stronger. I wish I could say it was the first time I was knocked out
cold but that badge of courage goes to my father! Yep, at 15 he cold cocked me
for being suspended and knocked me out in our living room. Getting the idea
that my life sucked growing up? Anyway, after this loss, not only did my
husband beat me in front of his friends and I would never dare fight back, two
of them, for all intent and purposes, raped me as he watched and cheered them
on. That was not the first time I contemplated suicide. It was all terrible
and I saw no way out.

By the age of almost 20 a SAVIOR entered my life!!!!!! I bless this man every
single day of my life. Without getting into specifics this man convinced me
that I had to leave my husband, gave me refuge, gave me life advice and
changed my life forever. And all he wanted was to save me, nothing else.
Within 3 months of meeting him the divorce papers were signed, I was hiding in
his house with his wife and kids, I stopped drinking, was in therapy (and
still am today and that too is a savior) and heading to salvation. In short
order, since he saw and appreciated that I enjoyed fighting and that it was a
great way for me to expel my anger, he had me in a boxing gym with a trainer.
It was a new life. For the first time in my life I was (almost) happy.

The trainer recognized a few things: I had no stamina, I was super strong, I
was dumb enough to fight anyone of any size or gender, I could take a punch
and I was very determined. No kidding but within 6 months my already strong
and hard body was a machine. I never stopped smoking and still smoke today, if
you consider 5-6 cigarettes a day smoking but due to all the training my
stamina picked up. He put in sparring sessions with far more experienced women
at first. After I knocked silly the first 4 of them no woman would spar with
me and I have to say I loved it. And I knocked them out WITH headgear to give
you an idea of how strong I am. As opposed to some of the crap you read about
on various websites including here, sex and fighting, there was none of that,
period. I moved on to sparring men and we all learned pretty fast that if they
were my size I would rough them up and "un-man" them and I have to say both
the coach and I loved it. My savior and his wife would teach me things at
night, almost like being Home Schooled, since I did not know much since I was
never in class. I was feeling almost normal but freely admit to still being
SUPER angry with a serious chip on my shoulders. To highlight one incident- I
was also lifting weights for the first time as part of my training, nothing
crazy serious but I was lifting per my coach. The thing about weights for me
is: I am not into muscles per se and weight lifting adds muscle to me so fast
it's crazy, I find it boring as hell and the fact that I can lift heavier than
most men does nothing for me. This was a very upscale gym with some fancy shit
women. One day after lifting and sparring I was in the lobby talking to some
guy when two of these hooty tooty women walked by and looked at me and started
laughing and pointing and it was obvious to both of us. I was pissed the fuck
off (for a change) and I walked outside after them and by pulling on one of
their shoulders spun her around and asked her what the joke was. They both
laughed some more, right in my face like I was a peon and said, go home white
trash. I saw red and one left hook to this woman's jaw put her down on her
back and she looked up at me through glassy semi unconscious eyes and began to
cry hysterically followed by a right uppercut to the others stomach and she
was down. Both crying and crap and in a second the gym emptied out to this
scene. Let's just say between the police, the coach, my savior, things were
complicated for a long time and I was worried that I was going to be kicked
out of the safest and best environment of my life. It took some money and a
personal apology from me ( that was tough as hell to do) and the situation
went away. But at this point is was clear to everyone that I had a real talent
here and fighting was what I was good at.

Over the next 2 years my life changed. I found some religion, I became smarter
and I became a very serious athlete. I found my way. Every single day I ran,
worked out, sparred, watched boxing videos and was ready to leave my savior
and his family and go out on my own and that is what I did. With his help I
rented a nice apartment and was working as a waitress to support myself. All
was good, I met some nice guys and was feeling good about myself. Still far
from normal, and I knew this, but on my way I thought. My social life was
always good and the fact that I was in the best shape of my life did not hurt
things either.

I knew I had one thing to accomplish first before I could really move on. I
had to and I mean had to beatup my x-husband. I know all the details, he was
bigger, older and stronger, I knew I should let it go and move on but ... ...
. I could not. My therapist implored me not to engage with him and just keep
moving forward but I knew I had to do this, no matter how it turned out. He
beat me, humiliated me, had his friends fuck me, he set up fights knowing I
would lose VS far more experienced women and more things that I could not
repeat. So after some more time perfecting my skills, increasing my strength
and confidence I was almost ready. Almost? Yeah, this is fucked up but almost
is correct. I needed some more experience fighting men, street fight fighting
I mean. With my body and looks it was easy to find guys to fight and that is
what I did. I picked 4 men to fight and each one I made sure was harder than
the one before. As a waitress I was ALWAYS hit on by guys so I eyeballed my
first guy who was on the skinny side and I took him right outside the bar I
worked in after work- we kissed a little and then I told him I wanted to fight
him before he fucked me. For better or worse I am very straight forward. He
was clueless to what I was talking about since I do not look like a toughie, I
do not have a ton of muscles or anything and he had no idea I have been
training for this day for years now, so I threw a decent hook into his gut
that doubled him over and grabbed him by the hair and slapped him a few times
and simply stepped back and waited for him to compose himself. When he did he
was furious and cursed and ran towards me which I expected. Not bragging here
at all since by then I was a trained boxer and he was surely not and with ONE
punch I knocked him out clean and cold. I stood over his crumpled body and
walked inside knowing that I was fucking good and I LOVED this. My hand stung
for a little while and leaving him like that was fine as I did not give it a
SECOND thought since he was just a tool for me to get better at fighting. He
never came inside to do a damn thing nor did I expect him too. The next 3 were
more difficult but still easy enough including the last one who was a fat slob
but I beat the shit out of him and chose him since he was a big man like my X.
Of the four he got the worst beating before I KO'd him too.

It took some guts by I finally made myself go to my X's jobsite. I have not
seen him in 7 years and what I saw made me laugh. He had to gain 50 pounds of
blubber. Amazing when I met him he was a stud and now he was a fat guy. Back
then he was the hottest guy and I was (and still am) the hottest girl and on
paper at least we made a great couple. I was excited to see that he was in
shit shape. I wore a simple grey dress and sneakers and walked up to him and
tapped him on his shoulder. He turned green at first knowing he was a scumbag
lowlife SOB that beat me and had his friends fuck me. He was speechless and I
was ready. Before anyone judges me I can tell you not to unless you walked in
my shoes. Anyway, I went on the attack right in front of all of his workers as
they were building a house. As we faced each other I said, I AM HERE FOR
PAYBACK. He said, WTF are you talking about bitch? That was it, I barely
remember anything after that as I saw red and flipped I mean it was as close
to a rage blackout then I ever experienced. All of the years built up anger. I
remember throwing the first left hook that landed flush on his fat face and
remember him stumbling to his right, I remember throwing so many jabs into his
fat fucking face that the blood splashed into my eyes, I remember mounting him
on the ground and hitting him while he was unconscious and I remember being
pulled off by a bunch of men as I tried to get in a few more punches. By the
time I came back to earth and realized what was going on I was being
restrained by some of his guys and saw a couple of men tending to him. They
sat him up but he was still unconscious and looked like a fat loser abusive
drunken asshole that he was. To make a long story short, I broke his nose and
jaw and ended up telling his men what he did to me as he sat there in a
stupor, beaten in public, in front of his macho asshole men as I threatened
him that I was not done. He never said word one to me as he sat there like the
abusive loser he was. I went home and cried like I never cried before. It was
really letting go of some of my past. And I had one more thing to do. Three
days later I went to his house as I knew he was out of the hospital
recuperating. I did not knock and simply walked into his house at 10AM as he
sat at his kitchen table with some coffee, a drink and a cigarette. When he
heard someone come in he yelled "who the fuck is there motherfucker?" Always a
class act. When I walked in he stood up and immediately started backing away
and put his hands up to defend himself. I stood there DYING to rip this
lowlife fucker apart but I had another motive. I said, right now I want $500
or whatever jewelry you have that is worth $500 or I will beat you to death
right here and now. Amazing back then that I thought $500 was a lot of money!
And I was dead serious! He stood there for a while processing my demands and
he put his hands down and said words that were music to my ears. He said
"please I will give you everything I have in the house, just don't beat me." I
was getting angry just being near this piece of dog shit. I told him to crawl
and go get my money and he got down on all 4's and started crawling and when
he got near me I kicked him in his ribs, not sure how many times but enough to
have him weeping like a bitch and begging me to stop. I remember the begging
for me to stop too so I kept kicking him until he was silent except for his
sobbing. I yelled at him to crawl and get my money and I followed him to his
bedroom where he gave me the $500. Watching him crawl and whimper was really
great I have to say and I wanted to hurt him some more but did not. I told him
that every single month for as long as he is alive he will mail me a check for
$500 and if one check bounces or he misses a month for ANY reason at all I
will beat him senseless and in public. And here we are 8 years later and I
receive his check every month. This is when I realized I can make a living
fighting and that is what I do now.

I also knew I enjoyed fighting and was good at it. Nowadays, I earn most of
money by being hired by people to beatup their wives, husbands, business
associates, etc. I earn enough money to own a beautiful house in a wonderful
neighborhood, support my children, drive luxury cars and have a great life.
There is no sex AT ALL involved with these fights unless I want it to happen
and that has rarely happened. Everyone thinks I am in "sales" and obviously
keep my real life very quiet. Sometimes I get paid to knock them out in public
and sometimes just beat them up in private. Sometimes I get paid to re-enact
some scene that turns them on. For example, I have some guy in a major city on
the east coast who has me to dress up as Olive Oil from the Popeye show and he
gets these bodybuilders and other bigger than life women to dress up in this
tight white dress and blonde wigs and I bare fist box them or sometimes use
gloves. It is from scene from some cartoon believe it or not. These fights,
including these are all, I repeat ALL real fights, no BS, and to date I have
mauled 6 FBB'S and hospitalized 3 of them to the tune of $7,500 per fight PLUS
all traveling first class expenses PLUS a monthly stipend PLUS great tips of
jewelry and other really great gifts from this wealthy guy. The monthly
stipends I receive from many others is really awesome but his, the guy with
the Popeye fettish, is the biggest. It is very rare that anyone ever misses a
payment and if they do it is a one time event. And a final word about this
guy- no I do not sleep with him and yes he has asked 100x and no I do not
rape, fuck or do anything sexual to these fbb's I beat the shit out of. I will
admit that I do allow this guy some pleasure in that I allow him to jerkoff in
front of me when I am warming up and post fight too. I do not allow pictures
or videos either. And since he is my best client I have even played
"bodyguard" with him and he has taken me on vacation with him to some pretty
cool spots and paid me a lot of money for 3-5 day vacations. We stay in
separate rooms and there is no "bodyguarding" going on at all. I have done
this with two other long term clients but nobody pays like he does.

I also fight in private clubs and venues where the women are trained fighters
but the pay is enormous. Based on my reputation at this point they pay me
great, win or lose. Again, I do lose some of these and will address this in a
moment. But all the sex crap others write about is mostly BS, I said ...
.mostly! There is one woman who has beaten me three times and nobody has ever
beaten me that many times and certainly no woman has. Since her ego is bigger
than anything I know I will not mention her name except to say, I believe, she
is well known in my world and for those of you who are fighters or have fought
people like me, you probably know her. She lives in South Florida now and used
to live in NYC, has a website that is so off the charts I cannot believe she
keeps it up knowing she too has children. In any event, she has in fact put
the beat down on me three times, twice in these private fight things and once
in a gym in Atlanta in private. I was knocked out, flat-cold-bad, KO'd in our
second fight. She is a foreigner, rather attractive, older than me and she can
whup some ass I agree but she is weird freaky with humiliation and things
afterwards. Her body is RIPPED with muscles but that never intimidated me. I
have fought and have seen enough fights in my day where you say "holy shit SHE
beat her?" based on size or muscles or looks. The fact is none of that makes a
difference. I have seen stronger non muscled fighters than those packing
muscles, I have seen smaller women beat the shit out of bigger women and men.
Whatever. I am scheduled to fight her, one on one with gloves, in November.
For this match I am preparing like never before. Pure boxing. The only thing I
gave in on was I am allowing her to film it but I am receiving an extra amount
of money for that. She is paying for the whole thing, no idea why but I am
glad to have the opportunity to put her in her place and return the favor. Of
the 3 fights I was KO'd (really badly too) in one of them and the other 2 went
the full 10 rounds and to be fair, she won them. Plus I looked like a pile of
warm shit afterwards as she is very skilled, fast and strong and she has
experience!

Make NO mistake about it, I fight for money, pure and simple. It is ALL ABOUT
THE MONEY for me, as that is what I do for a living and I know it does not
last forever. I figure I have another good 4-8 years before it gets too
dangerous and I have to hang em up. Meantime I keep training twice daily to
maintain and improve.

I told you at the beginning I am writing to set the narrative straight. Sorry
if you are disappointed that there is no sex and craziness here but this is
the truth. I have fought in many places and travel light and efficiently when
I need to. I can pack a small suitcase for 3 days as I treat all of these
fights as business trips. I am always paid in advance, 50% of the time I
arrange for the monthly stipend check and life is good.

Lastly, I will answer some common questions that many have asked.

I do date and my man does not have to be a fighter or any kind of serious gym
rat. Just be a good man and accept what I do to support me and my 2 girls.
Naturally I am very physical, strong and have a great body and often want my
man to have a great body too, however, sometimes they do not. I do date a lot
and would love to find that special guy but so far have not. And as a rule I
do NOT beat on my men, yes it has happened but generally no. Besides being
married once I was engaged three times and broke them off for one reason or
another. No, I did not beatup any of these nice men.

Yes, there are fights I do not take. Anything way out there or perverse I will
not do. I get offered some wild XXX things from time to time. It is all about
the money but I have limits.

Craziest fight took place in Vegas, where else right? Three Asian Wall Street
guys flew me out on a PRIVATE PLANE (check that out) to fight all 3 of them as
they were celebrating one getting engaged. Before I continue, yes yes and yes
I fully vet everyone out and always bring a large guy who stands nearby and
this guy is also paid for by the customer. OK, so they wanted me to fight them
topless which I do not do, period. But that was easy to get around as I had a
bikini top and jeans. Look these young men were not fighters and thought I was
hot and a foxy boxer or similar despite me telling them the accurate truth. In
my room was 10, $100 bills as a "pre-fight tip" as they called it and an IOU
for a rather expensive watch from one of the shops if " I could beat any one
of them" These guys had NO idea what they were in for. First guy faces me
wearing just his gym shorts and clearly has no seen a gym since 5th grade by
the look of his body. ONE, literally ONE straight right sent him back crashing
into the wall of their fancy suite and unconscious. Speak about getting their
attention, LOL. I thought they would run past me and out of the room. It took
them 20 seconds to truly realize that the little man sleeping against the wall
bleeding from his mouth was just knocked out by the "whore" (they thought they
were hiring" in the bikini top and gloves. I stood there and said, OK boys, I
want some cash to fight the next sucker or $5,000 in cash for me to call
things off. So IN ADDITION to my rather substantial fee they gave me another
$2,000 in cash and It did not take them long to decide to continue but when
the next guy did and the unconscious one was barely back to earth sitting on
the bed holding his head in disbelief of what just happened to him. I was
already being paid great money plus the 1K tip in advance but I figured I
could intimidate them into more. If they said no, then no is fine but I tried
and it worked. They gave me 2K on the spot, all cash naturally. Anyway,
neither of the last 2 fights lasted very long as they pretty much ran away
from me until I made them box me. That was some of the easiest money I ever
made and 2 of three send me monthly stipends to this very day.

I fought 3 husband and wife couples and of those 6 people I beat 5. One of the
women actually beat me. Told you it happens .

I was once paid to fight "a really tough lady" in a hotel suite in DC. The
three of us had dinner the night before, me, her and the guy arranging it all.
She was 41 years old, built solid, not very social and just loved to brawl.
Also not very pretty I must say, very plain and weird. They worked together in
Maryland and somehow became fighting friends where she won all the time. Who
the fuck knows how people think? What he told me was that she is super
aggressive, brawls and is strong as a bull. I agreed to fight her, with him
watching but I knew this was not going to be a boxing match. Since I am a
blackbelt in Kyokushin, and I told them ALL of this in advance, we all agreed
to fight. When I stepped into the suite I saw her pacing like she was pissed
off and ready to brawl. I was not pissed off and do not brawl and saw she was
in fact a bull in her little T-shirt with cutoff sarms and bland shorts. About
5'3 and 150 lbs, square and solid looking. When the guy said fight I walked up
to her and using my blackbelt skills landed a front kick with ease since she
had no idea what was going on, I thought her head would be popped off her
shoulders. In slow motion she dropped first to her knees and then her head to
the carpeting and looked like she was praying. I could have easily landed some
blows to her body and face as she was going down in slow motion but did not
since I knew this guy was paying me good money to see a fight. He flipped out
a little at her as he was paying a lot of money and wanted to see a fight. I
was not going anywhere and stood there ready and willing for more. When she
finally got up and charged at me, like the unskilled brawler she was I just
kicked her into oblivion and while she was down I mounted her back and punched
her a LOT and non stop until she was not moving. Easy money!!! He was actually
very happy seeing someone with skill fight her. I thought for sure he would
want me to fight him but he wanted no part of that. She was so fucking weird
that when she finally rolled over and tried to stand up she had zero balance
and flopped on to the bed and stayed there without saying a word. He walked
over to her as I changed and she was barely speaking to him, I don't know,
just weird shit.

I fought a young man in a competitive boxing match and won and 2 months later,
his father!!! The son was far better than sonny boy. The son, who was 20 years
old was a hunk physically but not a brain in his head but nice enough. It was
a competitive match for the most part but his stamina sucked ( too much time
lifting I think) so the last 2 rounds he was my piņata and he eventually quit
by waving me off after a sustained body attack left him out on his feet
against the ropes. Maybe he had a small brain in his head, lol since quitting
made sense. He is one of the guys I have fought and slept with so it does
happen. His body was far better than his sexual prowess but still fun. His
father was a jerk and I beat him senseless in a very private match and was
paid very well and agreed never to mention their names. I still laughing
thinking about him screaming "you broke my fucking nose, you broke my fucking
nose" after I elbowed him in his nose and I guess he thought I broke it, which
I probably did but who knows? I have him paying me a monthly stipend too but
just $200/month.

I do fight for this one guy in Colorado who does this stuff first class. He
has a BEAUTIFUL home on a zillion acres that is as picturesque and quiet and I
would die on the spot to own something like that, which I know is impossible.
He has me fight there 3x a year and naturally pays me well and we are
friendly. I am never fighting him but instead other men and women he arranges
me to fight. The first time we met was after him seeing me fight in a
Kyokushin tournament. Seemed nice enough. The first fight he arranged for me
was against a former professional female boxer WAY past her prime. She was
tough and experienced but like I said, past her prime. In the 5th round he
stopped it since she was taking a "fuck" beating, which means there was a
possibility of her getting really hurt. He upgraded the competition since then
and has included guys too. Generally, I have fun with these fights, get paid
really well plus gifts and he is kind enough to give me gifts for the kids and
has even started college funding plans for both of my children. A really nice
guy who only wants me to show up and be competitive, which I am, all the time.

I do not have a website (like the woman in Florida whose ass I am going kick
in November) and never plan on having one. At this point I do not solicit
anyone to fight me as my dance card is filled and I know well in advance,
months in advance what my calendar is like.

I do LOVE pampering myself and my better clients know this about me. God knows
my body does need to heal and rest. I have had people fly me to resorts where
everything is first class and restful.

Because of what I do to support my family is "unusual" and not the kind of
thing I can mention at a PTA meeting, I do experience some freaking strange
shit. Like what you ask? A lot of shit. I have had both men and women who I
beat the crap out of pay me, yes pay me to talk with them afterwards. It's
like they cannot believe I just left their significant other in a bloody pile
of tears or I left them more dejected then they have ever felt in their lives
and they have questions or just want to talk about it. I have had wives who
have hired me to beat up their husbands and after I do, almost to justify
their disgusting behavior of hiring someone, a woman no less, to humiliate and
break down their man due to some reason (usually cheating). And the identical
circumstance occurs with men hiring me. And they pay me a good fee for an hour
plus of chat.

I have worn every kind of outfit you can imagine to fight. If they are paying
me enough I will wear what they buy me. Everything from formal attire to
lingerie. And I ALWAYS keep the outfits

I do not wrestle outside of my OWN bedroom with my man but I will arm wrestle.
Nothing I enjoy or am particularly good at but pay me and I will. I am decent
at it but of someone actually has the right technique they will beat me. My
best matches is when someone beats me and celebrates way too much and we
follow that with boxing. Those are great for me since sometimes I need some
motivation and I have been known to FUCK UP some of these people. Ha, just
sayin'

Humiliation- not really my thing. Look I beat up some guy inn front of his
wife or friends or a decent crowd or knock him out colder than a dead fish,
they are humiliated enough. All that other shit you and I have read about on
various sites may or may not go on but it ain't my thing. I have never worn a
strap-on in my life against an opponent. In my private life? Hell yeah, ha ha.

Crying- I know this is a big topic for you fantasy people- here is the truth-
I have had a LOT of men and women cry like hysterical babies after a good
solid beating and I do enjoy it I have to admit. I have had both sexes break
down like little babies on those long talks I just mentioned too. When that
happens I have to bite my lip from laughing in their faces to be honest.
However, it is not my goal to make them cry nor does it turn me on per se.
What turns me on is a good manly body ... .all day fucking long.

People do know me in this underground world. I have as many fights as I want
and to repeat, it is ALL about the money. If the money is right I will fight
just about anyone and anywhere. Truth be told. One of the nicknames I have is
"the crucifier" because some of my more notable and public knockouts left my
opponent spread eagle like Christ on the cross. I had no damn idea what they
were talking about calling me that but once explained of course I got it. Not
a big deal. And I am also known to always wearing green, green shorts, green
gloves when I wear gloves or green wraps, green tops and shoes too. That just
kind of happened by itself but now it is a trademark

Nope, not bi-sexual. Men is what I like. I think they like me back, ha ha.

No, no website. Why would I need one? I have a lot of repeat "customers" more
men than women but I have my share of repeat women who want to avenge a loss
in front of their family and friends. Those usually turn out pretty bad for
them but I give them an A for effort. All repeat customers pay double or more
so I welcome them naturally.

My entire focus now is the boxing match with that insane and they tell me very
wealthy woman from South Florida who has beaten me. She is an accomplished
fighter and I give her credit for that and she beat me fair and square even
though she is into this "aftermath" fucking bullshit WAY too much and I did go
along with some of it in the venue's where we fought. In any event, as they
say, my goal is to beat her as close to death with my hands that I can get
away with without getting into trouble. I have no desire to do any of that
aftermath crap nor screw her piece of shit and obedient husband even though he
is rather handsome. If you are reading this Charlie, you can dropdead after I
rearrange your wifes face with my fists.

So my friends, thought you would be interested in hearing from someone who
supports herself by fighting. I am not alone but there are not a lot of us who
can afford to do it the way I do. I am lucky doing what I love. I still have a
chip on my shoulder due to my ugly past and sometimes my opponent suffers as a
result, and sometimes I am able to rally when I am losing pulling back to
those terrible days, so it does help. It is always VERY serious and I know I
can be the one with a broken jaw, a hospital stay or being knocked out. Over
the years I have experienced a lot of these bad things, minus the broken jaw
or nose. But I have been knocked out 7x since the "savior" came into my life.
Prior to that, with my husbands bullshit, it was worse. So ... ... ... ... ...
. I do love my life, love my kids, love feeling strong and looking strong,
love knowing I can protect myself and am thankful to have my beautiful
children and grateful to be blessed with my fighting acumen and SO thankful to
provide a safe and lovely environment for my kids. I love rockin' a bikini at
the beach and having men flock over to me and stare at my boobs (all natural
you should know) and watch their eyes and dicks get big when I flex and talk
about what I do for a living. I might love even more watching their wives give
me "that look" knowing I can destroy their men and bitch slap them into
another world. I can be extremely dominant!!!! The one cool thing about that
Popeye stuff I do is knowing how easy it is to beat up those female
bodybuilders, even though I know they can lift a lot more than me, have
muscles bigger than the guys I date and all of that crap, knowing that I knock
so many of them unconscious and really beat some up really bad badly is really
cool for me since it pays me So MUCH damn money from that guy who gets off on
it. Standing over their huge and developed bodies or watching them cry through
swollen lips and watching their fake tits shake when they cry and plead to
have him make me stop knowing he wants me to mount them and ground and pound
them, which I have done many times, no not kidding, is fun, really is.

I am psyched to do some serious damage against this woman in South Florida who
wrecked me three times this coming November. I will never be writing shit
again, here or any other site but knowing her, with her damn website, I am
sure she will report the results.

So there ya' have it folks.