She talked fast and had faster fists.




I am a 27 year old single man born and raised in Alabama. I recently purchased
a landscaping business from my uncle, who built it up from nothing over 21
years ago. The business is great and I love the work and stay damn fit as a
result. With 19 employees and a lot of commercial accounts all is good.

One day my buddy's invited me to a bar for some drinks and to witness a lady's
only boxing contest where there were supposed to be some hot chicks "boxing"
so I figured why not. I have been to this place before but never saw it so
packed with people. There was a legit looking ring set up and pictures of the
women on each table so you could root them on and bet among ourselves. All of
them were fucking hot and some looked like they were in fighting shape. They
were all around my age, give or take, some local girls and some from who knows
where. When the first two chicks came out wearing sports bra's and short
shorts I was very impressed. They had headgear but only wore those small mixed
martial art gloves, with a real ref and all. Each fight was going to be 5
rounds and 2 minutes each and when the first bell rang I think everyone,
including me was excited to see what was going to happen. Well it did not take
long to see and they went at it like one of those cock fights! By the end of
round one I thought my eardrums were going to break it was so loud in there,
plus these 2 were quite aggressive and they both landed haymakers and both
were bleeding from their noses. By the end of round 4 the brunette was
helpless against the ropes as the black chick was pummeling her like crazy and
they stopped the fight. It was really cool to watch I have to say.

The next match was the reason why I am writing about this to begin with. Out
comes this chick, she looked young but the bio said she was 24. Nice body but
I have to say maybe a little chunky or on the thick side, no muscle definition
and certainly compared to the first fight girls who were built and she was
listed as 5'5'' and 140. Her opponent was fucking gorgeous, from head to toe.
She was listed at 5'7'' and 135 and she was lean and ripped and it looked like
a mismatch especially with the first one looking so much younger not to
mention their bodies were athlete VS normal chick who works at the grocery
type. When the bell rang the athlete looked the part from what I can tell. She
looked like she seriously boxes and walked towards the other one. Well what
can I say besides I have never seen anything like this before. The athlete
throws a few jabs and catches the other one right in her face but she never
stopped smiling and then she let loose with some haymakers catching the
athlete solid and dropped her to the mat on her ass. The place exploded as she
raised her hands and walked to the neutral corner and put her arms on the top
rope. Meantime the hot athletic chick is up and stomping mad pointing and
cursing at her opponent. When the ref checked her she made a b-line for the
chunky one and throws some wild shots to her head that were blocked and then
some uppercuts to her belly that surprised the hell out of me since it looked
like solid shots but had no effect on this chubby one. Then the chubby one
spins the athlete around with her back now at the corner and unleashes like 6
crazy wild punches to the athletes face and I witnessed my first live
knockout, live. The place erupted like it was a riot. My eyes were darting
around so much I lost track of the athletic one and all I saw was two dudes
helping her up and out of the ring to catcalls, some were funny too. Meantime,
the victor was taking it all in and enjoying every second of it. I was
studying her body and could not figure where all of that strength was coming
from. She was very cute and all but her body was ordinary in terms of athlete
looking and she did have a big set of tits which was hot. So this fight thing
continued and to make a long story short, this young lady fought in the final
fight for the $500 check.

She faced off against a much bigger woman who also won her first 3 fights, all
by TKO. She was, according to the flyer, 5'8'' and 170 lbs, a big freakin
chick. I am 5'10 1/2 and 180 and she looked bigger than me up close. I thought
this would be a fast fight for sure but I was wrong. For 4 rounds the younger
one landed some mean looking and sounding blows to the bigger one who kept on
coming forward and I mean bad intentions/mean blows but could not stop her
from moving forward. In turn, she landed her share of softer looking blows to
the young one and I say softer looking but who knows. In the final round and I
am not sure why but the younger one started to abuse her opponent with lots of
direct and solid shots to her face. Seconds into that 5th round in a raucous
bar the big lady started to bleed a lot from her nose and look tired. Now I
bullshitted at the gym a few times hitting a heavybag and stuff and know how
tiring boxing is with nobody hitting me back and not moving around much. These
two were in their FIFTH round of non-stop fighting plus they each fought 3x
before on this night. The younger one was pumped and her opponent out of gas,
bleeding and breathing very hard. She finally was able to back her up and she
was covering up against the ropes and blow after blow was landing somewhere,
body, sides, face and she began to sag along the ropes and right before the
ref jumped in to stop it and overhand right landed loud enough to hear over
the crowd and dropped her like a sack of sand. She was not unconscious totally
but glassy eyed and unable to move a muscle. Forget about the noise in that
place and this young, physically unimpressive chick won her $500! It was quite
the scene to see.

About an hour after the last match the fighters began to mingle among us fans.
It was pretty interesting seeing these women up close and dressed, I think,
provocatively, like hooter girls in a way. At one point the athletic one came
over to our table where we had 11 friends jabbering away. She was one of the
hottest if not the hottest women I have ever seen in my life. Pretty face,
like a 6-7 in that range but her body was a 9.9, unreal hot. She had this
hourglass figure, some rather impressive muscles in her arms and abs and even
her chest, which my buddy Tommy asked her to flex for us and holy shit those
chesticles, as she called it were fucking unreal and she knew it and the fact
that she could really fight, even though she did not win it all was a turn on
for me. She even did a little flex show when one of my buddy's egged her on,
really hot. About half way through the pretty chubby girl who won it all
showed up which was also interesting. I say chubby but she had the skill and
strength to perform the way she did so what can I say. Her face was a 9, sweet
girl, really cute but her body was a 5-6. The kind of girl I would see in the
streets and smile at but never turn around to check her ass or anything except
she had a big set of tits so I will give her that. When she came over she, for
some reason, extended her hand towards me and introduced herself as Anna-belle
and I told her my name, actually my nickname, Whitey, a take off of my last
name that everyone knows me by. But except for that intro ALL the attention
was going towards the athletic chick. Anna- Belle was not happy with that and
said to me loud enough for EVERYONE to hear that she was happy she fucked up
everyone and won the money but the first fight against her, and she pointed
towards the athletic one, was the easiest. I thought, ok here we go, lol. The
athletic one said something stupid about a lucky punch an Anna-Belle lost her
mind and had to be restrained. I was laughing at the whole scene but believe
me I was giving them both well earned respect. After a few minutes Anna turns
to me and said, call me cutie so we can go out and she turned and left. OK, I
thought, I have no idea what your number is, no idea really who you are since
I never saw you before, no way of looking up your number so so much for me
ever calling you. The athletic one, like the entire table heard the exchange
and she said, hey toughguy you can do a lot better than some fat bitch and
everyone laughed, except me. I found that comment mean and uncalled for.

I forgot all about "fight night" and was busy with work. I work very long
hours at times and this particular Thursday night on a balmy August evening
was one of those times. I pulled my company pickup into a local restaurant to
get a large ice coffee and planned on heading back to the office for some
paperwork. I got my coffee and some snacks and was backing up figuring at
11:30PM there was no traffic in the parking lot when this car began honking
the horn at me because I almost hit the car. Totally my mistake but thankfully
no damage. And this woman in the car began screaming and cursing at me and
seemed out of control. I rolled down my window and told her to chill the fuck
out and now I see her getting out of the car. Great I thought, what do I do?
So I got out and stood my ground but she was walking towards me cursing like a
truck driver and you would have thought I ran over her mother or something. As
she got closer I see who it was, it was that cute girl from the boxing
tournament!! So I said, hey it's you, calm down will ya and put my hands up as
to show her I meant no harm plus I would NEVER hit a fucking woman, I was not
raised to hit a lady, period! ? Well, next thing I knew everything went grey
and I was on one knee, bleeding from my nose and experiencing waves of pain
from my body. It took me, I don't know how long, maybe a few minutes, to
finally stand and realize she just punched my lights out. She stood over me
yelling about my poor driving and truthfully I could not tell you what else
since between the pain and dizziness I could get my act together. Yes, I feel
like an ass, a pussy and a loser, I felt like my manhood had been taken and
now I see flashing lights from the police. Fuck me. Someone called that a guy
was getting his ass kicked in this parking lot and was hurt. I had to play
dumb and told them it was road rage by some guy and I could barely describe
him since it all happened so fast. Then an ambulance comes but I would not go
inside but they did try to evaluate me. They thought my nose may be broken and
maybe some fractured ribs but I would not go to the hospital- totally
embarrassed!! I eventually sat back in my truck and could not believe what
happened and went home to put ice packs on my face and drink some beer to
deaden the pain. I sat there in my favorite chair trying to come terms with
what happened. It was not easy I have to tell you. I am a mans man in a mans
profession and all but one of my employees is a guy. I am not a fighter or a
bully or any kind of tough guy but I am all man and had to accept that this
little woman kicked my ass big time and yes even though I did not fight back I
knew the truth. The truth is she was so fast, skilled, powerful that I had no
chance even if I wanted to. If nothing else I am a realist. For weeks I
dragged myself into work and felt depressed about what happened and naturally
told NOBODY.

I will never forget the day, September 15th, never, when I saw her again. I
was at Home Depot shopping for some electrical items for my house and reading
the back of a box when I felt someone getting a little too close to me when I
looked up- IT WAS HER. I was very taken aback and startled to say the least. I
literally said, WHOA, and backed away which made her laugh. She was wearing a
yellow t-shirt and jeans and as before not looking very impressive. I suppose
neither was I since I was wearing the same thing but my t-shirt was blue. She
started talking to me like she knew me for years, it was shocking. She was
very friendly but never came out an apologized so I brought it up. She took a
step back and laughed and said she apologized for beating the crap out of me.
I looked at her and no words were coming out of my mouth for some reason,
probably bc I was still confused that any woman could do that to me. We spoke
for several more minutes and told me straight out- simple and direct- "take me
out for drinks tonight at such and such bar and she will meet me there" and
then with an open hand slapped me in my mid section with enough power to make
me grunt and bend over and then walked away.

I was unsure how to handle this and if I should meet this woman for drinks but
the curiosity got the better of me. I sat at the bar for 30 minutes figuring
she was never going to show when suddenly she tapped me on the shoulder to say
hi- she looked lovely and feminine in a white dress and heals. The
conversation was friendly and open albeit strange based on her beating me up
like that. Eventually we had to address the 500 pound elephant in the room and
she was very very open about her fighting. She told me that she thoroughly
enjoyed it, it turned her on, that she knows she does not look like a fighter,
that her build does not reflect her strength or power and it is something that
she has always been good at. How did she know she could fight I asked. It was
as simple as defending a friend when she was 12 years old from these 2 female
bully's and how she beat them and from there beat every other girl until she
was 16 and then started beating up guys. WOW!!!!! I am watching her talk and
noticing how cute she was and sounded intelligent too. She put her hand on my
arm and apologized for being so rough on me but VERY CLEARLY reminding me how
good she is at fighting and that I should never try to question that. Then she
mumbled almost to herself, and said, but most guys do feel the need to
challenge me and then shook her head. I heard what she said and I had no
desire to fight anyone, especially a woman. I was beginning to like her
despite the fact that being with a woman, even friendly with one, who had this
fighting thing as a passion, not to mention what she did to me, as someone I
could be friendly with.

Over the next several months our friendship grew with a few dinners and lots
of phone calls and texts. I experienced watching her fight 7 more times in
similar places to the bar I first saw her in and each and every time she left
women on the canvas and some sent directly to the hospital. It was after the
last tournament, which was held out-of-state that we took separate hotel rooms
when we finally made love. It was pretty awesome and for the most part
"normal" except she made it very clear who was in charge and I was fine with
that. As time went on I began to admire her more and more and not only for her
athletism but for the great person she is. And today I am happy to say we live
together, are engaged to get married next July and no, she never laid her
fists on me but that one time. Although, I am reminded what her abilities are
from time to time even though I need no reminding whatsoever. Meaning, I
accompany her and assist her for a lot of her boxing workouts and clearly her
skill and strength levels are off the charts and just something genetically
she was born with, like some people can throw a football 75 yards or a
baseball at 100mph, she can fight without getting tired and can
stop/destroy/even knockout any woman of any size or skill level and a host of
men too, me included. Just the way it is. We are both very happy to be
together and hopefully have a family someday.