Karen Appelbaum the boxer




My life was boxing up until a traumatic event 4-years ago. Up until then my
life as a female fighter was out of this world great. Strap in while I tell
you my story.

Born into a lovely upper middle class family on the West Coast although we did
move around the country two times due to my dad's promotions. I have siblings
with whom I am close and parents that are role models in every way and my
childhood was filled with fun, travel and wanting for little. We were known as
the "good looking athletic family" starting with my parents and all of us
kids. Zero complaints. We hiked, biked, boated, played team sports and were
active all the time. Both of our parents have doctorate degrees so education
was always a focus for us and like in sports we all excelled. Currently, I am
working for a Fortune 100 company in management and have a great career and I
am married with two kids now at age 35.

Fighting- this is the weirdest thing ever since boxing or combat sports was
never anything we did as a family or even spoke about. However, a bunch of
friends and I formed a "gang" when I was just 12 years old but NOTHING like
the kind of gang one normally thinks about. No drugs, no tattoos, no stealing
or anything like that, however, we liked to fight other groups and yes, even
at that age we were doing it. Crazy in so many ways. It started out with some
wrestling and went to cat fighting and then to strait out fistfighting by the
time I was 14 and we dominated everywhere. Since our school was "upper middle
class" we had to go to the ghetto areas to fight black and Hispanic girls and
to egg them on was the easiest thing to do since they tend to be stupid, loud,
poor and prone to violence. They were tough and athletic but could not fight
for shit or have the endurance to go to long and we had a lot of fun beating
the crap out of these poor girls who would all be single mothers or in jail or
both in a short time. We beat up more girls than I could remember and we all
had a reputation in school as being the pretty tough girls. All of my friends
were very pretty like me and we gave out a lot of black eyes, ripped shirts
and caused many a tear and as we got older some of my friends dropped out of
the "gang" but I LOVED IT. By the time I was 15 I was beating up weaker guys
and by 16 I got in enough trouble that my mom insisted I take lessons at a
local gym. At first I was intimidated since there were just a handful of other
girls and at 15 I was the youngest. However, within a few months my natural
athletism showed them I was going to be the alpha chick and sure enough I was.
At 15 I was just 120 pounds and 5'7'' (fully developed otherwise) but I had
tons of stamina and punched very hard, which I was told was a god given
natural gift, and LOVED punching people in the face. By 17 my body grew into
itself and I was 135 of muscle and worked out every single day and then life
changed for me. How? In two ways. A month after my 17th birthday I knocked out
COLD a 34 year old lady from the gym in dramatic fashion. I dominated her with
my speed and power and in the second round a left hook to her ribs followed by
a left hook to her jaw "slept" her in the middle of the ring. I just knew I
was going to sleep her and knew in my bones I could do it. Not only was that
life changing but add to that I am a righty and knocked her out with my left
hand and I did it in front of like 40 people. That changed things for sure as
I always was dreaming about scoring a real KO. I was (very) sexually active at
that time and my reputation was big time amongst my large group of friends and
add to that I started lifting weights and developed some nice muscles that
garnered a LOT of attention and ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 2
months before my 18th birthday I knocked out two guys a week apart, one in the
gym and one on a beach. That was the ultimate for me, so I thought. Seeing not
only the look on these poor guys faces (one became an orthopedic surgeon ) but
their erections were simply startling to see, what did I know lol, but the
looks on their faces, the sadness, the humiliation, the fucking tears and all
just fueled me like nothing before. I'm sorry if this sounds mean but just
being truthful. My life has changed. If you never knocked someone out I truly
HIGHLY recommend it as the rush is unparalleled!!!!! Knowing you have the
power to sleep someone, pretty much anytime you wanted was intoxicating plus
it turned me on more than anything or anyone, hands down.

I was addicted to boxing for sure and believe me just my looks brought enough
attention my way with a very pretty face and a hard athletic "very mature"
body but now add to that my reputation and added muscles, well, without
sounding like too much of a conceited jerk, I had my way with any guy I
wanted. And I had my share. I have countless experiences where I beat up
another girl, barefisted and when I did it lasted a minute or two, and took
their guy for as long as I wanted and I continued beating up guys bc that
turned me on like nothing else did and they always wanted to fight me with the
expectations of sleeping with me. I never understood why guys would challenge
me sometimes besides the obvious reason of trying to get into my pants, but
knowing I am an experienced boxer, tough, strong and muscular and most
importantly trained, they rarely had a chance. Naturally, a trained guy would
kill me yet I sparred with them ALL the time and enjoyed sleeping with them
afterwards. I deflated a lot of male ego's back then and yes, I LOVED it. The
guys who did fight with me had poor endurance and I usually beat them bloody
and even made a few cry. NO DOUBT, many cried in private and I am sure I
changed their lives too. I beatup brothers of some of the girls I beat up, in
two cases years later I even beat up, and rather badly, two fathers whose
little precious girls were beaten bloody. That too was life changing for me
watching their daughters be hysterical crying as I beat the living hell out of
these men who I knew would never be the same. Sadly, back then I did not care
as it was all about me. A terrible attitude on hindsight but that's the way I
was.

My fighting life continued and prospered all through college and even grad
school and the guys I dated all knew what I did and I would say 70% became
victims of my fists and some loved it and some begged me to keep it a secret
and many of them treated me to gifts that you would not believe. I went
through a solid 5 years where I was over the top beating girls up wherever in
a variety of places and guys too and I have to say the sex was out of this
world as a result. I was dominant and loved to experiment and try almost
anything and I did. Terrible to admit this but that included married men too.
When a married guy would try to date me or pick me up at a mall or wherever I
often saw them as just raw meat to beat the shit of. I know I got away with a
lot because of my "pretty innocent" face and if I hid my muscular frame a lil
they all flocked to me like flies on shit. Trust me there were a lot of times
I dressed to show off the 6 pack and muscular arms too but that's another
story. Looking back on all the damage I did to people I am ashamed and it
becomes more evident when I have bumped into these people at reunions or
chance happenings. Seeing the depressed and humiliated looks that guys gave me
at chance meetings in public knowing that I literally rocked their world and
altered their lives was up there with the feeling I used to get from knocking
some guy out or even a girl. I know that sounds terribly mean but one, it is
accurate and two, it was who I was. Yes, despite being pretty and educated and
knowing right from wrong I LOVED beating the crap out of people. Please keep
in mind that along this journey I lost 7 fights but NEVER by KO and that
includes 5 of those losses were against guys. Note, the two women who beat me
I was able to revenge those losses and slept one of them. I also have to admit
that the whole dominance thing became part of what I liked doing, in and out
of the bedroom. I admit to doing some pretty darn mean things to both men and
women and being honest, towards the end I was doing things that were really
out there. Like what? Again, I admit these things with remorse to those who
were affected. I was dating a married guy, a very nice man I should say, and I
ended up beating him up on his boat one day. It was a pretty bad beating in a
very odd place for sure and he was a bloody mess when he was begging me to
stop. Being who I was back then I prolonged his beating with some well placed
punches to his eyes and face and when I was done it was clear he was never
going to be the same man again. Sitting in the cabin I was applying ice packs
to his face as he cried uncontrollably constantly telling me how ashamed he
was of himself. Like I said, I am writing this with remorse as I fell badly on
hindsight but not at the time. Later that day we were in a hotel room and I
dressed him in a diaper and wig and nothing else and made him answer the door
when room service came. The poor guy was mortified and he pleaded with me to
answer the door instead of him but I made him do it. I was hiding behind the
bathroom door but was able to see the entire scene and the look on the
delivery guys face was a mix of shock/surprise and laughter. When the guy left
the guy I was dating dropped to his knees and was crying and babbling about
like paying me off to leave him alone. I admit I was 100% into the whole thing
and had him "perform" for me doing a multitude of pretty sick things until I
woke up the next day and untied him and left him alone in the room. YES,VERY
VERY SICK.

That all changed 4 years ago when I attended some fights in NYC at the
Underground. What that place was, if you remember the movie Fight Club, well
it was like that but on steroids. I went just twice and what I saw was
shocking. Without spending time on the details go watch the movie and imagine
200 people versus the 25 you see in the movie and then imagine 30 fights in
one night that were shockingly violent and yes there were a few women bouts
too. I had NO desire to partake since these women were more like bikers than
normal women. I had NO doubt I would eat them alive with my power and skill
but the atmosphere was not for me. However, my point is that is where I first
saw this woman named Karen Appelbaum (her maiden name).

I have heard rumors about her for quite some time but seeing her in person at
the Underground I realized that a lot of these rumors were true. The first
time I saw her she fought a guy that left me in awe of what she was capable of
doing. She was tall, like 5'9'', RIPPED with muscles but not bulky gym/steroid
muscle but more like me, lean feminine muscle but much more defined than I
was. Literally, all of her muscles, abs, arms, back were really sexy
spectacular I have to say. She like me was a brunette and admittedly beautiful
in an exotic way, no doubt about it. Her boxing skills were excellent too.
Fast, pinpoint accurate and by the bloody pulp her opponent turned into, she
hit hard. She mercifully knocked this guy out in round three but I think she
could have in round one and the cheering for her was deafening. The next time
I saw her was also at the Underground where she approached me bc she heard I
was a boxer too with a reputation and like her very pretty VS some of the
women who compete She walks up to me with her pearly white teeth, expensive
form fitting outfit and her Israeli accent and came off as very pleasant at
first. Soon thereafter she came right out and challenged me to a match in her
gym in Florida. She volunteered to pay my way, for me and a friend up in a
hotel and then said "I will pay your medical bills after I rip your ass apart"
and " I will humiliate you and your husband/boyfriend and make you both my sex
slaves for a weekend". I smiled and thought she was kidding but the look on
her face told me otherwise and I became angry. I thought to myself, you may be
stronger, you may be more experienced, you may have more money, you may a lot
of things BUT NOBODY has ever spoken to me like that and nobody will. I
thought I too have fucked up a LOT of people, men and women so fuck you and
whats with the sex stuff?? I am all about making love BIG TIME post fight but
not with another woman that's for sure. After a couple of weeks of back and
forth via emails plans were made and I was 100% ready to finish her off and
leave her for dead as they say. I was determined to beat the crap out of her.

Allow me to digress for a moment or two and tell you where my head was back
then. Looking back, I was full of myself for a few years, right before my
fight with Karen. I was really fighting a lot and doing some shitty things and
for the most part, many of the people I did it to were not deserving of such
horrible treatment. Like what? How about the time I beat up and actually
hospitalized two brothers, one was just 18 and the other 22. The younger one
lived nearby and made some juvenile and crude comments to me, perhaps typical
18 yo horny stuff but nonetheless he made them and more than once. So I let
the first few pass by and I ignored them but when I had enough I used my
barefists, in public mind you, do the talking and I beat him terribly. To the
point he spent 2-3 days in a hospital with a broken nose and more. When his
stupid older brother wanted to defend the family name I did worse to him, in
front of a small crowd of his friends and knocked him out cold and fractured
my left hand too. How about making love to a guy, and I did this more than
once I am embarrassed to say, to a guy I beat up and gave some classic black
eyes too and have him CRYING AND ORGASMING AT THE SAME TIME. Again,
embarrassed to admit that this turned me on like nobodys business. Imagine
that, controlling these guys to the point, after a beating, to screwing them
and looking at their battered faces knowing they will never be with another
woman with a body 1/2 as good as mine and certainly not as strong, and looking
into their battered face as I am on top of them screwing my brains out as
dominant as possible and seeing and hearing them, literally, cry AND orgasm at
the same time, and, I have to say, sobbing like the beaten men they were and I
am sure still are, realizing they were just "fucked" literally, physically and
spiritually. I have also , 2x, beaten up married couples and both times
knocked all 4 of them out!!! In both cases they were arranged matches, with
gloves, in private settings. Looking into their eyes afterwards and speaking
with them in the aftermath about their feelings about what I just did to them
was a spiritual experience for me bar none. That kind of domination, while
exhilarating on many levels, was bothering me that I was going into that
direction. On one hand I was thrilled to do all of this, and more, and on the
other hand, like a drug addict who realizes what they were doing is wrong.
Yes, I certainly had more meaningful relationships along the way but the added
muscles, added attention I was receiving, the added sick domination I was
involved in and the added boxing skills was making me a person I no longer
recognized. I was full of myself!!!

The fight with Karen was scheduled 2 months to the day before my 30th
birthday. So I was 29 and she was somewhere around 38-42, I was never sure. A
limo picked us up at the airport and took us to this 5 star hotel 4-days
before the fight so I can train and get acclimated to the surroundings. In the
room was a fruit and champagne basket with a very detailed note of
instructions that included, which gym I could train in, what time a car would
pick us up on fight day, etc., etc., and at the end of the note a threat which
read " after I destroy that cute body and your psyche to a point that you
cannot imagine, I will have you worship me in front of your boyfriend and then
will have him perform for me and my husband". WTF is she babbling about I
thought but I also thought she has one big mouth that I will shut. She also
directed me to her website which was truly jaw dropping to see. There were
many videos of her beating people but not like a normal fight. These were
videos of her beating people, men and women, to such a degree I was thinking
twice about moving forward. On a lot of these videos she was seen, I would say
torturing these folks by hitting them much more than what was necessary. I saw
a lot of men crying afterwards and they were beaten to the point it was hard
to pick out facial features since they were so swollen. I saw men and women
"worshipping" her body like one would see ( I never did) in an crazy sex type
video, I saw men masturbating on her abs and biceps and fists as she verbally
abused them and sometimes their wives/girlfriends in the corner crying begging
her to stop and a # of videos of her knocking out women TWICE in one fight.
That is super dangerous if you did not know that. At first I was saying,
sheesh, this lady is crazy and then I got pissed saying " I know I can beat
her" and am going to do so.

The day of the fight- I was excited to earn a lot of money, psyched to fight
her and shut her up and very excited to enjoy myself with my boyfriend after
the fight for a 10-day vacation in Mexico!

We arrived at the gym via the limo and there was a referee in the ring, a
videographer, which I was never told about and that's all. Karen was not in
the ring or anywhere else I could see but I did hear her warming up in the
lockers. I went to the area the ref told me to go to and got dressed and
gloved and starting warming up myself. After about 45 minutes I was ready. The
ref told me to come into the ring and within a minute or two Karen joined me.
I have to say she makes a statement! Meaning, she was wearing red 8 oz gloves
to my black, a red sports bra and red boxing shorts and boxing shoes, she was
soaked in sweat which accented her VERY VERY VERY defined and muscular body
and I was impressed but NOT intimidated. She began dancing around and throwing
punches as I was doing the same across the ring and the whole time the video
guy was filming us. We were brought to the middle of the ring as we stood
inches apart, in fact our breasts were touching, not that either of us is big,
lol, and I am sure she felt my power and I just felt her. Her eyes were steal
and focused and I studied her thinking where I was going to hit her to put her
out and collect my money and leave for vacation. We were ready to do it and I
was super ready.

Rd 1- We both came out to kill each other and after no time it was clear her
jab was deadly-strong and fast and I knew I had to hurt her to slow her down.
To my credit I landed several body shots and a left hook to her jaw but
nothing seemed to phase her. By the end of round 1 both of my eyes were puffy
and I was breathing hard from her aggression. She stood in between rounds
hardly breathing and looking like a damn bodybuilder or something.

Rd 2- She was even more aggressive and everything I threw at her she either
blocked or had not much of an effect. We were in the corner exchanging body
blows and I realized for every one I threw she landed 2 or 3 until she dropped
me for the first time, just a flash knockdown but nonetheless a knockdown. All
I can say from that moment on it was very one sided. By the end of round 2 I
was battered. Both eyes were very swollen, my lips were swollen and my body
hurt. I was still determined to end her

Rd 3- This was the most pathetic one sided beating I have ever absorbed. Not
to mention her verbal attack was relentless and I was trying to shut her the
fuck up but she was too strong, too fast and just too damn good. I suffered
two significant knockdowns from hooks to my jaw and then an uppercut that I
never saw coming put me out cold for 27 seconds, per the video I watched 100x.
That was all terrible but what I endured, and my boyfriend, afterwards was
life changing and retired me from ever strapping on another pair of gloves.
What happened required not only physical rest and rehab but psychological
rehab for a couple of years.

It's all on her fucking website, which I know many of you are familiar with
since its just a name.com. I was made to worship her from top to bottom. Keep
in mind I am 100% heterosexual despite a few detours with women that I had
actually enjoyed years ago. Sucking on her breasts, eating her out, being
forced to masturbate for her, having her use a dildo and strap on on me,
having my boyfriend ( who was scared out of his mind AND punched-barefisted by
her and pretty badly I should say) jerkoff in front of her and her husband and
ALL of this is on her fucking website. After the KO beating she abused us for
3 plus hours in the lockers and the following day it was also nasty. After the
3-hours of abuse, which included her punching and slapping me and the one time
I threw punches back she went ape shit and knocked me out cold AGAIN right
there in the lockers in front of the men and the video guy. We were eventually
ferried back to this 5 star hotel where we rode in silence, in silent shame
actually. I immediately took a shower and applied ice packs accordingly, I
found my boyfriend weeping into a towel when I came out and he was literally
shaking. We ordered up room service, which included 2 bottles of liquor to
calm down. We spoke about what happened but it was all very fucked up. After
some food and drinking we both collapsed in sleep. The next morning we woke up
and I looked HORRIBLE. We ordered up room service breakfast and tried to talk
some more and process everything when suddenly I hear the door opening up.
Figuring it was the housekeepers I ran to the door, stark naked mind you and
yelled- NO THANKS NOT NOW thank you. The door kept opening and I put my body
to block them and kept yelling NOT NOW and I swear I was ready to punch them
in their stupid faces. The door was pushed open and it was Karen. Smiling and
laughing and dressed to kill and between her looks and her outfit she looked
like she walked out of a magazine---and I admit this with the understanding
that I hate her more than I have ever hated anyone on my life!!!!. She looked
at me and said "girl you look like someone beat the crap out of you and raped
you" and starts laughing out loud. I was speechless and my boyfriend was under
the covers scared to death and who could blame him. Karen directed me to sit
on the bed as she studied her "handiwork" as she said and told me and I mean
me told me in a commanding tone, how strong and amazing she is and that I
never stood a chance and smiled the whole fucking time. She did compliment me
too. She told me I was very cute and had a really great body and had some good
boxing skills but typical her, she said "but there are levels to everything
and I am on a different level than you, don't you agree?" First, I had no
choice but to agree and second, it was painfully true. She stood up as I was
sitting naked on the bed and took off her top and I have to admit that her
body is seriously amazing. Great genetics for sure but she has to put in a lot
of time in the gym to look like that. I definitely get off on my own body, my
figure, the abs and I have seriously great breasts too but she is different,
she is even better and I hate to admit that. She told both my boyfriend and I
to suck her breasts and when we were not sucking hard enough she stepped back
and slapped me so hard to my face it brought tears and my boyfriend received
one jab that caused his nose to bleed!!!!! I was shocked by her violence which
was not necessary. Without a word we went back to her breasts and sucked a lot
harder as she moaned and degraded both of us verbally. Calling us weak, her
little toys, POS, etc. She grabbed me by the back of my hair and directed me
to kiss her body and I did so with gusto to avoid and physicality from her
that I was not equipped for and my boyfriend was kissing her feet thru open
toe shoes. Once she was satiated, she ordered me to my knees and commanded me
to give my b/f a blowjob by the window which faced two office buildings and
god knows who was watching. THANKFULLY, he exploded in my mouth but more as a
result of looking at her than my oral talents, as it were. When he came in my
mouth she was laughing as I remained on my knees and told me to suck every
drop of cum to make me stronger. One sick lady. There was dead silence as I
saw her thinking of her next move but fortunately nothing happened. She sat
down in one of the big chairs, topless still and ordered us to sit by her feet
as she explained the world and life to us according to the great Karen Z, as
she goes by. We were made to feel and kiss and I mean make out, with her
biceps and once again her breasts. She eventually told us to wipe her
upperbody down with a wet towel and kiss her fists for what felt like 20
minutes as she again, verbally abused us and reminded me what she made me do
in the aftermath of the fight. She then said we can stay in the hotel for
another 3-days, all expenses paid and that the video of the fight AND the
aftermath would appear on her disgusting website that has so many videos of
her doing worse things to men and women and god only knows how many pictures
of her flexing, dressing in a million outfits and telling the world how great
she is.

So, I tell you all of this to avoid this crazy slut whore cunt bitch like the
plague. I admit to doing some pretty screwed up things to people but just like
there are different levels of boxing, well there are different levels to being
dominant with someone. Karen loves Karen more than anything else in the
world!!!! Nothing but trouble and pain can be a result. We left in a few days
and I never saw the boyfriend, who was innocent and a nice guy, ever again
although we have connected on FB. It was the beginning of a brand new
non-fighting life for me, something I was doing half of my life. I want NO
part of it, none. I workout 5x a week to maintain and build muscle and
strength, play tennis, pickleball and softball when I can, live a very good
life with a devoted husband and children and have a wonderful job and friends,
however, there is no ignoring what happened to me especially since it is there
to be seen on fucking video for those who look. I am writing this to ANYONE
who is contemplating fighting her if she is still even fighting bc she has to
be upper 40's or more, by my guess. I do not look for her on any social media
site bc I do not want to know. The only thing I have done, and as recently as
last week, I watch the video on her site of the fight and the aftermath, just
to remind me who I was back then and how not only ugly that isolated moment in
time was but to be 100% honest in myself. Meaning, I know, although not to the
extreme of her, that I too beat the fucking hell out of a lot of folks, men
and women, and went too far and hurt them in ways that will last a lifetime.
Fathers, brothers, boyfriend and girlfriends, older guys who just wanted to
date me, younger guys who just wanted the same ... ... I beat them badly,
knocking many out, ruining and changing their lives, etc., and I hate I did
all of that to a lot of people who will never be the same ... ..just like I
will never be the same person after fighting Karen. Avoid her, keep your
sanity and your self worth for what she made me do and did to me will never
leave my soul.

Note, I started writing this 2-months ago but then life took over and I am
here to finish this now. Yes, she is still fighting, according to her website
although the list of parameters is quite long and no I cannot confirm her age.
The most recent pictures she has posted and I count 47 in the last 30-days are
all tame compared to her older posts. Meaning, she is not topless in any of
these although some of her outfits are down right slutty and belong, if that,
on a 20-year old and not someone more than twice her age. Yes, she has the
body to carry these slut outfits out but that does not mean one should wear
them. She posts pics of her kids and siblings too which is totally screwed up
as she should keep those on the down low. Nonetheless, if you are male or
female it matters not, stay away from her bc she is one crazy lady who is
trouble. I do have one request to make her life a little miserable since she
deserves it. Email her and harass her at karzo1@yahoo.com. Visit her site
anonymously if you came and make comments regarding her depravity and I could
care less if you mention me and this story since my fighting days are over.

And my final comment is, I did not give every detail of my fighting life or
the WHOLE STORY of the aftermath with her. Why? B/C it is not worth me
bringing up those memories and not worth highlighting her depraved dominant
ways and if I had to relive what she did to me and what she had me do to my
then boyfriend I would be depressed forever.

Good luck