Sharon




Today is my 30-year anniversary of when my life changed forever after being
knocked out and humiliated by a much older woman. After all of these years, 2
marriages, 4 children and a LOT of success in business, I can look back at
that time and lean from it and no longer cry or expose myself to some
therapist. I am also ready to write about what happened so maybe I can help
someone else. I will make this as quick as possible and those that it applies
to will be smart and take note and save themselves a world of hurt.

I was fighting pretty much my whole young life back then and I was good at it.
I cannot remember a time when I was not "the tough guy" and punching people in
their faces. Real memories of my fights started when I was like 12 years old,
no not kidding. I would fight everywhere and versus anyone. I got my ass beat
plenty of times, went home with black eyes after wins and losses, plenty of
times and got punished at home and at school, plenty of times. My poor single
mother went through a lot due to my shitty and violent behavior and I regret
that because she was a good woman. I knocked out my first guy when I was 14
and I thought I killed him it was really scary at first but then it was
exhilarating. Knocking someone out with your bare fists is something everyone
should experience, it is the highest high ever!!!! That incident propelled me
into another stratosphere in terms of reputation in the neighborhood and I
loved it. Girls were a new thing for me at that age but after I knocked out
this kid, who was "an old" 17 years old, girls flocked to me. I actually got
layed soon thereafter for the first time, by a 16 yo girl, and I thought I was
invincible. We had arranged boxing tournaments, which were really just crazy
backyard brawls, where would fight other kids from the area and these were all
100% real bloody and dangerous looking back at it. But I did love them and we
did make some money but it was all about macho street cred crap and of course
it was about girls. I developed into a good fighter with real knockout power
in each hand and at 16 I was taking formal boxing lessons at a local PAL. But
it was streetfighting that was my passion. By the time I was 17 I was 5'11 and
160 very lean pounds and I was fearless. Dumb as a stump but fearless. Guys
feared me, the girls loved me, I was making some money with my fists,
physically I was looking good and my Italian roots helped me there too.
Everyone knew me and that was a great feeling.

The summer before I was leaving for college, in May and just 1 week after my
High School graduation, I was fighting 3 guys consecutively in their yard.
Why? I fucked this one pretty girl one day who thought that we were going to
have a "relationship" but for me it was simply another notch in my belt. It
turned into this whole thing so I was going to fight 2 of her brothers, one
was 22 and the other 27 and her old boyfriend who I knew I was going to mess
up big time. Long story short I knocked out the boyfriend in typical fashion
and with ease but had a hard time with the brothers although I ended up having
one quit in a serious pile of blood (this was a classic fight in that I hit
him a lot but he was older, heavier and had a good chin and hit him a million
times but could not put him to sleep and after numerous knock downs and a face
that was a MESS he quit) and the oldest brother I caught with some really good
shots and knocked him out cold and can still picture him against the fence
with eyes closed and unconscious. The scene in this small backyard was fucking
crazy---The girl was crying, there were unconscious and beaten to a pulp guys
and I too was bleeding and beaten up too although I was victorious. Looking
down at us from her balcony was Sharon. Sharon was a legend in the
neighborhood. She was a professional female bodybuilder and a big lady too,
she was 5'8'' and to guess she was 150 plus very strong looking pounds AND she
could throw down too and many of us have seen it up close and personal. She
was at that time 29 years old and to me that was an older woman if you
understand. I have seen her beat up 2 men, not kids but real mature men, at a
local park and it left me and my boys speechless watching her slam her fists
into these guys faces until they were on their backs motionless. The first
time I saw her do this I was 15ish and she saw me too but did not give a fuck
and what will always stick in my mind is watching her kneel down next to this
first guy, who like I said was pummeled into the ground was motionless and she
grabbed him by his hair and was saying something I could not make out and with
her other hand punch this dude square in his face at least 5 more times in a
manner that was as brutal as I have ever seen. It was surreal and when I told
my friends they really did not believe me but I saw it. I can still picture
her grabbing him by his hair and seeing the muscles in her forearm and upper
arm with all it's veins showing as she hammered this sucker.

I looked up at her on her balcony as she watched me beat up these guys and she
motioned me to come up to her apartment with that finger curled up, no words,
just the finger but I understood and I was concerned. I was not scared, for
some dumb reason, since here I was a 17 y.o. young man ( I turned 17 just 11
days before this), a serious rep for being a good fighter, legit KO power in
both hands, experienced and slightly trained and I was gaining muscle-weight
and getting taller too, meaning I was confident of my abilities. Over the
years I have never fought a woman nor had any desire to do so, I have slapped
around a few I admit but those cases were all where the women were acting like
jerks and needed a good wake up call, but I never used my fists.

I knocked on her door after trying to clean up a little and I was intimidated
by her wondering what the fuck she wanted. I was sweaty, bloody with a little
of mine and a lot of my opponents, my shirt had a lot of blood and my fists
were hurting a lot. She opened the door and never being this close to her it
was a sight for sore eyes. Dressed in a simple tanktop and jeans she appeared
taller, broader, more muscular and her big tits were in my face and she wore
some type of heels to make herself taller. She was a very attractive , also
Italian American, lady who oozed confidence. She did not say much as she
grabbed my hand and brought me inside. She took me over to the sink and
started icing my fists and complimenting on beating the shit out of those guys
and she said things about me being cute and that my reputation preceded me.
She was friendly which helped me calm down and I just came out with it and
asked what she wanted. She said that she just wanted to see me up close and
see what I was all about. OK I thought, so she told me (not asked) to sit down
with the ice still on my fists and she brought over a pitcher of ice tea and
told me to drink up, which I did. I looked over at her as she was sitting
opposite me and I was enjoying how pretty she was but still wondering what she
wanted. She asked me what I knew about her so I told her. I knew she was a
bodybuilder and I knew she too could fight and saw her do so a couple of times
and now that I am finally meeting you, I think you are hot too. She just
stared at me like she was measuring me AND her thoughts and it was awkward so
I stood up and said very nice to meet you and put the ice packs in the sink
and started walking towards the door. She stood up and stood in front of me
and put her hands on my shirt and grabbed my sore hands and took me into her
bedroom when she told me, not so fast- go shower and I have a fresh t-shirt
for you so I can go home clean. Huh? I told her that it was OK but I can
shower at home before my mom gets home but thank you. She started pushing me
with her chest until I was against the wall and she told me she insisted. Now
remember, I was just 17 years old, sexually very experienced but not with
someone more than 10 years my senior, like I was a young man and she was a
mature woman, no contest I thought. My erection was through the ceiling since
she was extremely pretty, brunette with a body that was unreal. I really did
not know what to do but I thought OK let me shower and we'll see from there.
Her townhouse was really fancy and her shower was something I never
experienced in terms of how luxurious it looked. The shower was all glass and
huge and there were big fluffy towels and fragrances and stuff everywhere. As
I stood in the shower washing off all the blood and sweat my body started to
feel good from the heat of the water. I toweled off and sure enough she had a
fresh t-shirt for me and a comb for my hair and I walked out feeling great.
She was sitting on the couch with an alcoholic drink of some type and she
asked me how I felt and then she told me to leave me my phone number and told
me to leave. Not good bye, she said OK LEAVE ... and I did. She had me leave
through the basement garage and saw her sparkling new big BWM and fancy Range
Rover and I wondered what she did for a living to have so much luxury around
her. It was a strange experience in many ways but I did not have a lot of time
to think about it since I was leaving for college in less than three months
and I had 2 very important fights lined up. Important because I stood to earn
$1,000 for the first one and up to $5,000 for the second one, all of which was
going to help me pay for college. The first one was a one on one, with 4 oz
gloves versus this guy from a nearby town who was supposed to be a stud. Long
story short, I put him to sleep in the 4th round and it was very one sided the
whole time. Seeing $1,000 all in fifty's was pretty cool. The second fight was
supposed to be a mini tournament of 6 guys, also with small gloves. In this
one, I ended up winning but nearly as easily and I was a mess afterwards, so
much so the $5,000 was an afterthought until 2 weeks later when I was back to
myself. I figured that was it until I left for school.

And here is where life changed for me. I was jogging through this big park and
when I turned a corner at the 4 mile marker there was Sharon coming the other
way. Sure I was surprised and I stopped to say hello, why not? She looked
pretty amazing in a crop top and shorts with her hair in a ponytail and
baseball cap. I was getting laid regularly but she was better than anyone I
ever had but I also knew or felt she was out of my league. I mean, she was so
much older, a woman VS a girl, she was married and divorced so I had nothing
in my head besides saying hello. We were having a conversation when she
brought up my recent fights and asked me if I thought I was some kind of tough
guy. It was her body language that I thought I saw but was not sure until the
first jab connected with my face. I stepped back and was truly surprised by
her aggression and instinctively put a hand in front of my face and felt a
little blood and asked her what the fuck her problem was. Now facing me in her
fighting stance and smiling she said, c'mon lover let me show you how to
really fight and threw another jab into my right eye and a hook into my body.
Neither was terrible but I was still very surprised and I stepped back for two
reasons, one I did not want to absorb any more barefisted shots and the other
was I had no desire to fight a woman. She pursued me until we were both in
this little area off the running path and I put my hands up but ONLY to ward
her away and told her to please stop and that I do not want to fight. She put
her hands down and tore off her tanktop and stood there with her big tits and
bra and said, c'mon tough guy it's time for your pre-college education and
started to move towards me with her fists up and what I noticed is her
muscles, more than ever I noticed their definition and every time she moved
her fists her pecs and abs would flex and that was intimidating too. She
landed at least 6 more shots and that's when I decided I had to put this crazy
bitch down and just get the hell out of there. We circled each other and I
threw some jabs myself with 3 out of 5 landing on her face and while doing it
I was feeling not so great about beating her up, muscles or not. Soon
thereafter she was throwing hay makers and landed a few and I felt them a LOT
in ways that shocked me. Trust me I have been hit a ton and I lost some fights
too although never completely knocked unconscious yet here I was feeling like
if she lands some more that was possible so I had to go more on the offense.
She looked very much like the bodybuilder she was at this point with the sweat
highlighting her impressive muscles and I was getting excited looking at those
big tits too I have to say. As we continued fighting I found myself backed up
against a tree and she was teeing off on me. The last thing I remember is
seeing her smile and talking to me about being a wimp and when I woke up she
was sitting down with my head in her lap stroking my hair. It took me a while
to comprehend what happened and it was sickening to think that me of all
people was just put out by a woman!!!!!!!!!!!

The rest of the story is terrible and life changing and only now, decades
later, can I talk about it. Here are the highlights or more accurately
lowlights of the next 90-days ... .. She beat me up one more time but
concentrated on body blows and understand that I was young and in great shape
but I was not formerly trained except for a few months with the PAL so my body
was not nearly as strong as hers or any trained fighter. So when she decided
to rip my body apart with insane and multiple body blows this was step #2 of
my life changing. We fought in her yard, nobody but else there and the pain
was excruciating, and I could not put up a defense to stop her and she knew
it. Blow after horrible blow as she verbally abused me until I was paralyzed
with pain and just unable to defend myself. When I finally dropped to the
ground it was at least 15 minutes until I was able to stand up and even then I
felt sick for the rest of the day; she used me as her sex slave and I wont go
into detail but believe me it was humiliating and degrading and not a turn on
for me at all. It was scary!! She had me have sex with 7 girls I previously
had sex with and she had cameras set up in her bedroom to record it. She was
generally abusive and enjoyed dressing me up and yelling and spitting in my
face and the final disgrace and what added to my misery was we had one more
fight, 21 days before I was going to leave for college. We fought in some
rinky dink boxing gym that I did not know existed, she had me wearing one of
her black bras which was fucked up enough but when those same 7 girls walked
in to watch this fight I thought I was going to die. BY FAR THE WORST THING
THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME. I was angry and scared but I gave it my all and did
well for the first 2 rounds and then over the next 4 rounds she beat my ass
from post to post until she knocked me out again. When I woke up after about
30 seconds she had me jerk myself IN FRONT OF THOSE GIRLS. I knew that gossip
was going to spread like wildfire.

I left for college and never went back home again. I graduated college and
went to grad school in another state where I live to this day. For the most
part I never really fought again. In the past 30-years I had exactly 19
fights, which sounds like a lot if you are a non-fighter but 19 fights over
30-years and the last one was 9 years ago is nothing. I beatup 5 guys in
college, 2 in grad school and the rest afterwards and I regret some of them.
All of those 19 fights were super violent as I went ape shit on all of them
and just 4 escaped NOT being put out. The reasons for those fights are many
and unimportant. What is important is I am over it all now, although it took
THREE decades. What happened to her? Last I heard she was married to another
rich guy and still lives in the same state, never had kids and that's all I
know. At the end of the day, I did what I did in my youth, I have a wife and
children with a great job and good friends so I won. She did what she did and
maybe that's enough for her but she never had kids so she missed out on a good
fulfilled life and I am glad she did not win the war!