Caroline's Video Hard fists and powerful muscles make a difficult combination to control. Update: 20/12/1997 to arby The traffic was terrible. I was following a yellow Porsche so the car was not at all difficult to see, but the crush of vehicles was making it hard to keep up with lane changes or turns. "Shit" I grumbled as I saw the Porsche make a left turn, and I was stuck in the middle lane with no chance to cross over in time to make the same turn. I decided to gamble that the driver was headed home, so I turned on the next street and drove what I hoped would be a parallel course. After four blocks I cut over to the street that the Porsche had originally turned on and sure enough, there he was stopped at a traffic signal waiting for it to turn green. I stayed several cars behind and followed Wally Hammond, the driver to his house. Now it would become a waiting game. If he followed his normal pattern he would come out in a couple of hours all showered and changed and go out for the night. He was suspected of being one of the key players in a major stock swindle. I had been assigned to investigate him. My name is Caroline Austin and I work as an investigator for the law firm of Laverne, Wachner, and Braun. We are representing Thomas Edwards who in being indicted for the crime. He claims he did not do it, that he was set up by Wally Hammond. Since I am the best investigator the firm has, I was assigned to check out his story. By the way, I am also a competitive bodybuilder. I have been working at this job for two years. I like it because the hours are flexible enough to allow plenty of time for me to train. In fact Jeff Braun, the lawyer who hired me insists that I maintain my training regimen. I have been placing much higher in competitions since I have been working here because not only do I have time to train, but Jeff picks up the tab for expenses as well. As you can probably tell, Jeff has a real thing for women with muscles. That is how I got this job. Jeff saw me in a video. My family never had much money, so I was raised in a poor, tough neighborhood. Because of that I had never been involved in any sports or other activities at school, although everyone always said I looked athletic. A new youth center opened in our neighborhood and it had a weight room. I lifted weights one day on a dare and found I really liked it. I started lifting every day after school. I developed rapidly. Soon one of the instructors offered to work with me. My rate of progress rapidly increased. When he suggested entering bodybuilding contests I laughed. However, he was very persistent, so finally I entered a local contest. I placed second, and I was hooked. From that time on, I wanted to be a professional bodybuilder. That is not an easy choice for anyone because of the hard work, lack of income, and dedication involved. I worked at whatever jobs I could find to support myself while I continued to enter bodybuilding contests. I finally did what many other bodybuilders have done. I began to appear in wrestling and boxing videos. The money is pretty good and the shooting schedule is usually worked around the availability of the performers. I had an instructor work with me, so it would look more realistic when I used a wrestling hold or threw a punch. I became very popular with a few of the companies and got the opportunity to move into another area of the video business, custom video. That is where a customer is willing to pay to have a video made to his or her specifications. These video companies received some weird requests sometimes, but the safety of the performers was always the first consideration. So now I was making not only the regular wrestling, boxing, and fist fighting videos, but the special order "scenario" videos as well. I was in demand because of my looks and ability. I am five feet nine inches tall and weigh one hundred sixty six pounds of solid, rippling, muscle. I have chestnut colored hair, sky blue eyes, and I have been told that I am very attractive. My breasts while not huge, are bigger than those of most bodybuilders and jut almost straight out from my chest. I have wide shoulders, a narrow, hard muscled belly, and large muscular thighs and calves. Symmetry had always held me back in the judging in bodybuilding contests. My arms are out of proportion to the rest of my body. My biceps will stretch the tape well past nineteen inches. There is no woman near my weight who has arms anywhere near my size. They look like two canteloupes have been implanted under my skin but they are much harder than canteloupes. I have been working very hard to bring the rest of my body in line with the size of my arms. That might never happen because Jeff Braun is a biceps freak and he wants me to be the first woman with a measurement over twenty inches. When I look at the amount of money he pays me as an investigator plus the bonuses he pays me for the "side" work, I certainly intend to try. To tell the truth, I kind of like the way my arms look with all that muscle as well. Also it is nice to be known on the circuit as the woman with the biggest arms. I can tell that biceps are what turns on the crowd at contests. I would never have met Jeff or had this opportunity if I had not become famous, or more accurately "infamous" in the video business. I am the only woman to defeat a man in a fist fight in a video that was not choreographed. I had been hired to appear in one of the "scenario" custom videos. The customer wanted me dressed in a cheerleader outfit with the sweater but very short skirt and socks and keds. The man who had been hired was someone I had not worked with before. The story line called for him to become abusive when I would not go to bed with him. First we would wrestle, which I would win, and then we would fist fight which I would also win. The shooting was going very smoothly. John Sanderson, the new man, handled his lines very well and gave a very realistic performance during the wrestling sequences. He was taller than me at about five-eleven, but he weighed no more than I did. Although you couldn't tell because of the outfit I was wearing, I was vastly superior to him in the muscle department. He started making snide remarks about women's fighting abilities as we worked on the fist fighting sequences. The shooting went well, but John became more and more obnoxious as the work continued. Finally we finished shooting the fist fight which ended with me knocking him out. He had learned to act like he was taking a punch very well, and the video was right on schedule. As the camera angles were worked out for the final knockout sequence we started shooting it. It went very smoothly, I swung a big roundhouse right missing his jaw by a few inches, he reacted beautifully to the punch and fell over on his back, "Out Cold". "Cut" said the director, "That was an excellent take". The director then thanked everybody for an excellent video and we were finished. I reached down and helped John to his feet. "You don't look bad for someone who was just knocked out." I said with a smile, trying to be friendly. He smiled back and said, "It is a good thing we never did this for real, or you would be the one who got knocked out. This fantasy stuff sells, but the reality is no woman could every do what you just did without the help of a stunt choreographer. You might win wrestling matches with those big legs, but never in a fist fight. You wouldn't have a chance." I did not answer him, I just kept walking away. He followed me. "Come on, admit it. I would knock you out in a real fist fight." he continued to pursue the issue. I was getting very angry with his nonsense by this time, but I just kept trying to walk away. The nerve of this jerk. We had just finished a good video and should be all smiles after all, we were getting a pretty good paycheck. After he said it for the third time I had heard enough. I was really pissed off. I turned to him and said. "I don't know anything of the kind. There are a lot of women who can fight with their fists, we just never had the desire or the opportunity to show it.. I would give a better account of myself than you think if it came to a real fight. If you really want to push this, I'll give you a chance to put up or shut up. This place will not be in use tomorrow. I will meet you here at ten A.M. Just to make it interesting why don't we both put up one thousand dollars. Winner take all. You can quit anytime you want to during the fight, but then you lose. Only the two of us will be here but I am going to set up the camera equipment and tape this with three stationary cameras. So if you want to take your best shot just be here with the money at ten." He stood there in shock for a minute. He could not believe that I had just challenged him. I couldn't believe it either. I stormed out of the building without even waiting for his answer. I got in my car to drive home. I realized I still had the cheerleader outfit on. I was so mad I hadn't even changed clothes. I drove to the gym and worked out. That always seems to clear my head and make me feel better. As I lifted the weights I watched the muscles swell and expand. My biceps exploded with power as I did dumbbell curls with seventy five pounds in each hand. They might be twenty inches if I measured them now as pumped as they were. "If he shows up tomorrow he is in for a little surprise when he sees these babies." I thought to myself. I had worn the cheerleader sweater for all of the taping of the video and he had not seen my arms yet. I put down the weights and donned some gloves and worked over the heavy bag. My pumped up arms drove my gloved fists smashing so hard in to the bag I thought it would burst. At last my anger subsided and I went home for a shower, something to eat and a good night's sleep. I was filled with a delicious anticipation thinking about tomorrow. Early the next morning I got up and prepared for the event that was to come. I went over to the building that was used as a studio and set up the video equipment. There were three cameras and I placed them to tape from three different angles. I also made sure that the audio was working. I wanted the sound of what happened to be on the tape too. I wanted a permanent record of what I was going to do to this arrogant bastard if he didn't chicken out Then I went through a series of stretching and limbering up exercises to warm up. I then did some light lifting with the dumbbells that are always there just to give my arms a pump, so he would have a little show when I removed the sweatshirt I was wearing over my bikini. I planned one more small surprise for him. I had put on over the bikini, a tee shirt with banded sleeves that was about two sizes too small. It was very tight on my relaxed arm. When I flexed my biceps the sleeves of the tee shirt would rip from the stress. It was a stunt we had used in a few videos before, but I would bet that he had never seen it. It was a very impressive sight with that material just ripped to shreds by the contraction of that big muscle. That might add a bit of intimidation to the situation. I even re-applied my makeup. I wanted him to know it was a very attractive woman who was punching his lights out. As I said before the combination of beauty and muscle really sells on these videos. If you throw in a bit of viciousness that sells even better, and I found out that I have a mean streak I wasn't aware of until this fight. That is why most videos use fake blood and makeup so simulate bruises and cuts. This time the blood, and cuts and bruises would be real. After all preparations were made I sat down to wait for John to arrive. Ten o'clock came had he hadn't shown up. By ten-fifteen I was about convinced that he was all talk. As I was preparing to leave at ten-thirty, he arrived. "I'm surprised you're here." he said. "You could get hurt real bad if we go through with this. And, I will take your money after I knock you out. Why don't you just leave now and save yourself the pain and embarrassment." he said. I was boiling mad again. Now I didn't just want to knock this jerk out, I wanted to punish him, hurt him. I fought to keep my cool. I walked over and turned on the cameras and the audio. "Here are the rules." I said slowly so that it would come through clearly on the tape. "First we put up our money. Did you bring yours?" "Yes" he replied, and put an envelope on the table. I checked it and it did indeed contain one thousand dollars. I placed my envelope beside it. "Next, you have to win by two knockouts, not one. That will keep either of us from claiming we lost on a fluke. A knockout occurs when you're down and can't get up for two minutes. As soon as you score a knockdown, you start this timer which is set up to run for two minutes. After either of us had been knocked out we can have as much time as necessary up to fifteen minutes after reviving to resume. If you do not wish to resume after regaining consciousness for fifteen minutes you forfeit the match and the money. If you do not accept these rules then leave now. If you do accept them sign this release form relieving all involved from any possible liability in case of injury, and get ready." "I accept" he said. "This just means I get to beat on you twice as much before I take your money". John picked up a pen and signed the release form. He removed the warm-up suit he had been wearing and was standing there in just a pair of shorts. Not a bad build, but a little soft looking in the gut, and his upper body while solid was nowhere near as muscular as mine. I took off the sweatshirt and turned to face him wearing my bikini with the tee shirt over it. I slowly raised my arms and flexed my biceps. Huge boulders of muscle began to rise up on my arms. The thin material of the tee shirt made a loud ripping sound as it gave way under the strain of trying to expand to contain those cannonball sized muscles. The look on his face told me that my little stunt had the desired effect. He looked considerably less cocky and confident now. I ripped off the rest of the torn tee shirt and strode to the center of the room. "Any time you're ready" I said. John joined me in the center of the room and raised his fists. He said "This time there won't be any director and camera angles. The blood won't be fake it will be real and it will be your blood. I have done some boxing, and I plan to give you a lesson you won't forget." I balled my hands into two hard fists, but I kept them at my sides. I wanted to show him that all of his tough talk had no effect on me. We circled each other, each moving at a slow pace, looking for an opening. John flicked out a jab with his left. I made no effort to block it, I just moved out of the way. Three, four, times he tried his jab and each time I avoided it. I still kept my fists at my side in a show of disdain for his ability. he feinted another jab and stepped into a hard right to by belly. I had guessed what was coming and had tensed my stomach muscles. His fist landed with a loud thud. I definitely felt it, but his punch could not penetrate my corrugated steel abs. I backed up a step, but laughed at him. "If that is your best belly punch, you're in a lot of trouble. My mother can hit harder than that.". He fired another shot to my gut, and I again made no attempt to block it. It landed on my flexed gut with a loud "whack" but again with little effect. John was becoming frustrated because he was pumping his fist into my stomach as hard as he could, and he couldn't even make me grunt. This time when he drove his fist into my gut John slipped his left leg between mine, hooking his foot behind my left foot. As I gave a little from the force of the blow, I tripped over his foot and stumbled. He immediately slammed his left to my jaw with all his power. Then something crashed in to my other jaw and every thing went black. Later watching the video, I saw that he had followed his left with a strong right cross and I was flat on my back. When I sat up he was standing by the timer with a big smirk on his face. "Well, you've been out for three minutes. Do you want to quit now, or do I get to blast you again? I was furious. "You deliberately tripped me!" I snarled. My jaw was throbbing and I was angry. "Not at all" he replied. "You just happened to stumble over my foot as you were trying to get away. Why don't you save yourself a beating and stop? I'm just getting warmed up I could go on like this all morning". I got to my feet. "I won't make the mistake of trying to show off for the cameras again" I thought. I strode quickly to the center of the studio. "Let's go!" He looked very cocky and confident at this point. Too cocky and confident. I was planning on changing that right now! We resumed circling each other, and John tried his left jab. I also resumed avoiding the blows with my fists at my sides. He was becoming predictable. I decided if he tried another right to the body behind his left jab, I would be ready. He did exactly that and I let the punch land. Then I fired my left fist at his face. It smashed straight on his chin about a half inch below his lower lip. He stopped dead in his tracks. His knees buckled and his eyes glazed over briefly.He had probably been hit only with boxing gloves before and never that hard. A hard, bare fist does a lot more damage than gloves. Especially one driven by muscles like mine. I could tell that my punch had really hurt him. "Two can play that belly buster game,and now it's my turn" I said to him. I had been able to tense my stomach muscles before his punches landed, but he was still stunned from the hammering punch that had smashed his chin and could not. I stepped in and buried my right fist in his belly. My assessment was correct, his stomach was soft. my fist sank deep in the doughy flesh. I had gotten my weight behind the punch and it lifted him completely off the floor. That really felt great as my fist disappeared in his flabby stomach. He fell to his knees wheezing for breath. "Should I start the timer now, or are you getting up" I taunted him. John regained his feet but I could tell the two punches, particularly the bomb to his belly had taken the wind out of his sails. For the first time he made no attempt to come at me. He was content to stay at long range and snipe away. Now I was stalking him. I faked at his belly and he dropped his hands to cover up his weak spot. I blasted his totally unprotected right eye with my left fist coming around in a picture perfect hook. From the way my fist smashed his face I could tell he was hurt again. He staggered several steps trying to keep his balance. I positioned myself in front of him and plastered his face with four powerful punches. Left! Right! Left! Right! The last right open a nasty cut under his left eye. John stood in front of me weaving around, punch drunk, but still trying to keep going. Once more I feinted at his vulnerable belly with my right. He lowered his hands again to protect it. I unloaded another left hook to his jaw with all the power I could muster. It was a beautiful feeling as my hard fist crashed against his jaw and kept going in a long follow-through. John's limp body spun around and collapsed to the floor. I took my time getting to the timer, because he was not going to be getting up anytime soon. John had been out almost twelve minutes when he started to stir. He had been out for so long I had stopped the video tape. Why waste good tape to show his prone figure sprawled out on the floor for twelve minutes. I restarted the tape with his first movement. When he had recovered enough to understand me I said " John, you have been out for twelve minutes. What is your opinion of women as fist fighters now? I certainly put you to sleep. Maybe you should take your own advice and quit." John looked up at me, still having difficulty trying to focus. "Look at you." I said. "One eye is swollen shut, you have a nasty cut under the other one, and that sure is an ugly lump on your chin from my first punch. We both now know who the best fighter is even if we are tied in the number of knockouts. You had to cheat to get yours and I have just knocked the crap out of you." John was now on his hands and knees in the process of getting to his feet. "There is no need for me to hurt you anymore because of your stupid pride. If you stop now I'll even let you keep your money I don't want it. I just wanted to prove to you that a woman can fight. All you have to do is acknowledge that I am the better fighter and go home." I turned and walked away from him. John was now back on his feet. "No way, bitch." His bitterness and anger taking over. I turned back in amazement. "I'm going to kick your fat ass and take your money. You lezzie, manhating, overweight bodybuilders are all alike. You are all a bunch of worthless cunts and I will show you what real pain is like. Unless you are afraid you'll get your ugly face messed up and want to quit yourself." Now I was really pissed off. As I thought about driving my hard fists into his face and body again a shiver of antipication ran through my entire body. Then I made a startling discovery. I found much to my surprise that I was in a state of sexual arousal from this encounter. I had a growing wet spot in my panties. I had felt the sensation starting deep in my loins when I buried that first punch deep in his soft belly and it had continued to grow with each succeeding punch. Now I felt like it might explode at any second. Wrestling seems to be a contest of skill, but there is something primal and visceral about battering another person with your fists. Especially when the damage you are inflicting on your victim is so clearly visible. That effect may be what caused the sexual stimulation. People do connect sex and violence, and I was feeling very violent toward John right now. I wanted to smash my hard fists into his face over and over again, until it was a bloody pulp. Already some of my knuckles were skinned and tinged red with his blood. This was the first real fight I had really been involved with a man and the sexual excitement was certainly unexpected. I could feel the tingling feeling deep inside continuing to grow. If he had known anything about my sex life he would have understood how far off base his crack about lesbians was. I am definitely heterosexual. I was very angry about that too. More reason to want to pound him into dogmeat. I glared at John and told him "If that is what you want, who am I to deny you the pain and suffering you so richly deserve. If you are smart, which I seriously doubt, you'll take your money and go." I turned away from him again. "Fuckin' whore! I knew you didn't have the guts for real fighting. Women are all alike. All talk but gutless at crunch time. When the blood flows the fight is just getting started. If you're afraid go ahead and leave.". That was it! I had given him ample opportunity to save himself and get out. Now I truly wanted to punish him. My panties were getting wetter just thinking about what I intended do to him. I had the equipment to do it. I looked at my big arms with the hot, hard, bulging muscles dancing under the skin and thought "What made this bozo think that he ever had a chance against me.". Back to the center of the studio I stormed. "What are you waiting for asshole, come and get it." I challenged him. "It's time to finish your beating and I'm more than enough woman to handle it." John put up his fists and advanced. All at once he charged across the room catching me unprepared. He was throwing punches with both hands as fast and as hard as he could swing. He drove me across the room. I managed to take most of his punches on my arms and shoulders, but some of them got through my defenses. His right landed on my jaw with enough steam to knock me down. As I struggled to my feet, he started slamming punches to my breasts. Pain shot through my body. Down I went again. This time I took more time before climbing to my feet. Looking at John I could tell he had shot his wad. He was breathing heavily and looked tired and arm weary. He charged me again trying to overwhelm me as he had before. This time I was prepared for his attack. He tried to punch my breasts again, but I blocked it with my right arm and pistoned my left fist smack on his badly swollen eye. The pain made him freeze like a deer in the headlights. I targeted that soft belly of his driving my right fist at his bellybutton. I rotated my hips and shoulders just the way I had been taught to throw a punch. I could feel my fist penetrating far inside his soft gut. Air gushed out of him. I looped my left arm under his right arm to hold him up. I could feel the blood pumping into the muscles of my right arm as I clenched my big right fist expanding my biceps to unreal size. I drew it way back and sent another bomb exploding in his belly. I thought I would have my orgasm right then. John was having the dry heaves. If anything had been in his stomach, it would have come up. "That was great! I've just gotta do that again." I thought. So I did. This time my fist lifted him about eight inches off the floor. I released him and let John slump to the floor. He curled up in a fetal position clutching at his mangled belly as if his hands could somehow relieve the paralyzing pain he was feeling there. I gazed down at him. "I guess you're through. Too bad, I was just getting into a groove." Incredibly he struggled to his feet. When he got in range he tried to kick my in the groin. Luckily I saw it coming and managed to avoid it. Now he was going to pay for trying a stunt like that. I zipped my left straight at his nose. I could feel the tissue go "scrrunch" under my fist as it was mashed flat. Blood spewed out then ran down his face and splashed on his poor wounded belly. My right fist split his bottom lip wide open as it powered into his face. More blood squirted out from his torn open lip. John was out on his feet. I ripped my left fist up from the floor into his stomach one more time. Again his feet were lifted off the floor from the velocity of the punch. I didn't know until later how great that looked on video every time his entire body left the floor, lifted up by my fist. You could clearly see my huge biceps explode in an awesome display of muscle as my fist, buried to the wrist in his gut, lifted his weakened body up in the air. That had happened several times during the fight. I get wet just thinking about it, even now. When his feet returned to the floor his legs could no longer support him, he pitched forward to land on his knees. I reached out and grabbed a handful of hair and turned his face up to mine. I leaned down to make sure he could hear me. Tears were running down his face and he could do nothing to mask the enormous amount of pain he was feeling. "You should have quit when I gave you the chance. You know what is coming next, don't you. John tearfully nodded his head. He knew a massive knockout punch was coming and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. "I should break your jaw, since I have already broken your nose and closed one of your eyes. I always try to be helpful, so I'll leave you the name of a good dentist. You're going to need one. When you wake up I'll be gone and so will your money. Try to remember to lock the door when you are able to leave. I hope you've learned your lesson. Now it is time to turn out your lights. I'll really try not to break your jaw, but no promises.Up you go and by the way, sweet dreams, honey." I jerked him to his feet with my left hand which was still entwined in his hair. I flexed my right bicep for John and the camera. As pumped up as it was now, it looked like a basketball. I made sure that John got a good look at it, through his one eye that was not swollen shut. Then I showed him and the camera the big, hard fist that would blast him into unconsciousness. As I drew back my fist I could see that he was so scared that he had wet his pants. That sent another delicious quiver through my pussy. I thought I was going to cum even before I could land my last knockout punch. I ended this one-sided fight with a tremendous smash to the underside of John's jaw with my battering ram right fist. The punch lifted him up and he flew backward through the air. There was a flash of white as my fist impacted his jaw. Later on the video I could see it was a tooth that had been completely knocked out of his mouth. John lay in a battered, unconscious heap. Standing over that demolished body with his blood still dripping from my fists, I had one of the most intense orgasms that I had ever experienced. It seemed to go on forever. After it subsided, I picked up one of the cameras and shot closeups of John's face which looked like a Halloween fright mask with all the cuts, bruises and blood. I had really done a job on him. It looked like I was unsuccessful in my attempt to avoid breaking his jaw. Maybe he'll be lucky and it will only be dislcoated. Hard fists and powerful muscles make a difficult combination to control.. Oh, well, to bad for John. I'm really glad I have his signed release. I gathered up the cameras and took the tapes to the editing room. When I left an hour later, John was still out cold on the floor.Looking down at his bruised, bloody face, I started to feel myself getting wet and tingly all over again. I started to act even before the thought was complete in my mind. I knew what I was about to do was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. I knelt down beside the unconscious body and said, "You look unbalanced with just one black eye, John. Wouldn't a matched set look better?" I locked my left hand in his hair and raised his head up. I nodded it forward in a parody of agreement. "I'm glad you think so too." I raised my right arm and flexed my bicep. Once again it ballooned to gigantic proportions. I could feel the explosion building in my pussy again. I drew back my fist and smashed it viciously into John's left eye. It immediately started to swell and change color. The force of the punch ripped his hair from my grip and his head snapped back. When he finally woke up he would now have a perfectly matched pair of shiners. Another climax exploded in waves, maybe better than the first one. Slowly I regained my feet and walked out of the building. If I should have felt guilty for that last smash to blacken John's eye while he was still unconscious, something must be wrong with me because I did not. I felt great! The next day I put on my makeup, had my hair done and donned my most revealing dress. I stood in front of the camera and In my sexiest voice explained why this video was different. It was a real fight between a man and a woman. The punches were real, the bruises were real and the blood was real. I then smiled at the camera and flexed my nineteen plus inch biceps while offering a challenge to anyone who wanted to take me on for real after watching the video to call our 800 number. That tape has become the biggest selling video ever made in the history of of female fighting videos. There were some really great shots on this tape. I have already mentioned how teriffic it looked when my vicious belly punches lifted his feet off the floor. There were several others where you could see his blood spurt as my fist connected with his face. Blood is always great for video. And of course the last punch when John's tooth came out from the vicious knockout punch was a marvelous effect, especially if viewed in slow motion. To date, there have been no challenges to me. At first I was surprised, but then It dawned on me. There might not be any real fights. Nobody would challenge me. Since I had gotten so much pleasure from blasting John, I really wanted to do this again. I hope I get the chance. The thrill I got from beating John to a bloody, battered pulp was indescribable. I get that tingling sensation in my pussy just thinking about smashing my fists into my victims face and belly. I loved seeing his blood mingled with his tears, and knowing he was so scared of me he pissed in his pants. After viewing the video and the shots I just described and seeing the close- ups of John's face amd body that had been brutalized by my fists, then seeing my gargantuan biceps I can certainly understand why no one wanted to face me. That was apparently enough to scare off all potential opponents. I have made other choreographed videos since then. Jeff Braun negotiated contracts with the two best video companies and I work for them exclusively. As part of the deal I now get a nice percentage of the sales. Since the fight with John (If you can call it that. It almost looked like I was working out with a human punching bag.) hit the market, every video I have made had far exceed expectations for sales. John has esentially disappeared and no one has heard from him since the day of the fight. Both companies want to tape another real fight, but still no takers. Well, that's my story up to now. I see Wally Hammond is coming out of his house so I gotta go. If anything interesting happens in this case, I'll let you know.