Carmen  3nd story about wrestling and boxing
by RNMEXGYM@aol.com 
Brief informative life reflections of my fighting life Part 3


by RNMEXGYM@aol.com please email me questions and comments. I am not looking
for opponents!!

Hello out there. Thank you all so much for your kind emails. Close to 700
received in just 2 days from my last writing and b/c I had the day off on
Wednesday I was able to read and answer every one. It is a little strange
answering emails of various opponents with whom I fought over the years and
have not seen since but I am having fun. Remember, no real names are being
used out of respect.

This story is about a boxing match I had with a new intern in 2004. As an
experienced RN working for many years in the CCU I have seen the good, the bad
and the ugly in terms of doctors. Just the way it is. Every July we get a new
shipment of interns fresh out of school and usually have fun with them. Mostly
very nice people who try hard. Yes, the occasional incompetent but generally
good people who recognize that we are ALL on the same team and that team has
ONE goal which is to get the person well. I love my job and the people I work
with. Yep, there are rare exceptions and this is one of them.

So comes July 1st 2004 we are introduced to the four new doctors who will be
working with us for the next several years. Two women and two men all
seemingly nice and professional. We have three full-time senior attending
physicians all of whom are dolls to work with and really caring people. Let me
interject that I date and am friendly with all kinds, black, hispanic like me,
asian, American, jew, gentile, etc. Makes NO difference to me as long as you
are respectful and polite and nice. OK. It was clear soon thereafter that this
one young man had a stick up his ass and thought he was a very important
person. He was pompous and obnoxious. Over the years all the nurses and
doctors are like family to one another. We all invite each other to family
celebrations and to family funerals, I, to this very day, am still friendly
with people who were interns and staff members 10 plus years ago and live all
over the country right now- like I said I love my job but there is always one
bad apple. Donny ( not his real name) was one of those. From Oklahoma and
apparently his father is a big shot cardiologist there, and it was Donny's
goal was to be a big shot here in California. Handsome-ish guy, about 5"10 180
but like I said a lousy attitude. His biggest misgiving was he called us all
"nurse" no matter what the situation vs calling us by our name. Several times,
ALL of said at one time or another to him, excuse me Donny but MY NAME is
Carmen, or whatever, and not nurse. He would just smile and walk away as if we
didn't say a word. I knew he needed his ass kicked by someone since it was
clear nobody ever did that to him but I did not want to be that person.
Anyway, as time went on he still never called us by name and we hated this
man. He even called us "nurse' if he bumped into to us at the store- it was
almost funny if it was not so damn disrespectful and annoying. Nobody ever
wanted to be near him or work with him even we had no choice. Even the most
respective doctor on the staff, who is a super doll of a man, called HIMSELF
Dr. Frank so he could be friendly and informal with the patients and of course
he always called us by name. Yet Donny always wanted to be called Dr. His last
name. Donny always bragged about his time off surfing or doing something he
thought was the coolest thing on earth. Then one day he was bragging about
what a great athlete he was and that he even boxed. I heard that and almost
fell over. I have a clear opportunity to beat the crap out of this spoiled
pompous brat I thought. But how to get him into the ring is the hard part
since I don't streetfight and had no desire to seduce this little rat of a man
since he was repulsive to me. I found out where he "trained" and of course it
was a very upscale place near my gym that knowing what an intern made I knew
Daddy was paying for that and just about everything else too. Through some
people I know very well I got to the trainer at his gym and to make a long
secretive story a short one I arranged a small inter gym tournament for him to
participate in. I called in a bunch of favors for this one but it was worth
it. The tournament was as follows: 5 of their fighter's vs 5 of ours, all men.
His trainer anointed this inexperienced pompous idiot the light heavyweight
representative and naturally it went right to his head. For the next 4 weeks
that's all we heard about how he is representing the gym of fighters in the
heavyweight category. Being the pompous lying idiot he was and probably still
is, he neglected to mention that there was only one other man in the gym in
that weight category and he was NOT the heavyweight representative but the
LIGHT heavyweight. This is a man who could not control himself. The whole time
everyone knew it was going to be me he was fighting!

Fight night- everyone who could possibly make it from the hospital was there
which was about 50 people, there were probably another 50 plus there as well
who were there for the other fights. I could not wait to take this guy apart
and teach him a lesson his father or someone should have taught him. We were
the 4th fight on the card. I sat in the locker room getting taped and warming
up and could not wait for him to see my face. Many times he would comment on
my biceps in a flippant way, such as : nurse I see you lift weights, maybe we
can workout someday, or nurse I think you should cover up those biceps when
working with me ... . Oh give me a break! The fight was scheduled for just 6,
2-minute rounds. We wore 12 ox gloves and I wore red silk long shorts, red
sportsbra and white boxing shoes and the gloves were red. He wore blue satin
shorts, black gloves and sneakers since Mr. Boxer did not have the proper
shoes. Since this was all arranged beforehand they brought him out first and I
was told that when he saw the entire cardiac staff and ER staff plus others
his broad smile had a puzzled look . The gym owners both huddled after he was
in the ring, all faking it the whole time, and grabbed the microphone to
announce there is a schedule change for Dr ... last name, as his new opponent
is an experienced fighter who has competed in bodybuilding, fitness and
gymnastics, standing a powerful 5'4 and weighing 145lbs of pure fighting
muscle we bring to the ring Carmen ... .last name. And I ran out from behind
this little curtain and jumped into the ring and started shadow boxing in
front of him and I swear my smile was as broad as my shoulders. The look on
his face? Well I wished someone had a camera because it was "priceless" to say
the least. My trainer took me into the corner and was rubbing down my neck and
arms as he protested to anyone who would listen but was told that I am in fact
his opponent. I sat there peering though my trainer to see what he was doing.
Awkwardly he shadow boxed but he looked totally out of place. Trust me I was
very comfortable at that point. I am nervous before all of my fights but once
I enter the ring and smell the fight as it were I am totally relaxed. Meantime
all of my friends were yelling in their sarcastic way " c'mom NURSE break this
boy" "let's go NURSE knock this turkey out and lets go party" and things like
that. The atmosphere was raucus. I stood up and felt loose and great and
walked to the center of the ring and stood at first 3 feet from him and then
the ref grabbed both of our gloves and made us come closer to hear his
instructions since the crowd was so loud. That was my excuse to get even
closer to about 2 inches from him with my chest barely touching his. What I
saw was fear, what I smelled was fear, and I looked into his eyes and told him
right to his face that I was going to beat the living fuck out of him and make
him bleed like a pig, his eyes widened since I don't think anyone ever spoke
to him that way. I do curse a lot. I also saw a man with a shitty body with
his shirt off, skinny chest and arms smaller then mine, a stomach that said if
you hit here 3x I will die, a man who deserved EXACTLY what was going to
happen and there was no place to go at that point. With that I did a double
bicep pose. I was bigger then then I am now and saw his eyes fixed on them as
he mouthed something I could not understand perfectly but I did understand the
" oh my god'part. Before touching gloves I said again, " I am going to totally
beat the fucking shit out of you Donny and then you can kiss my ass and one
more thing, my name is Carmen! The next part is by memory since no DVD exists
and just 3 pictures at the end exists which I have.

Round 1- I walked briskly towards him and he instinctively backed up and had
his back against the ropes. He held his gloves tight against his face and with
elbows out, which is totally wrong, left his whole body open. At that point I
knew I could end this fight in seconds or I could give him the beating of his
life and then knock him out. So I started throwing some uppercuts and hooks to
his open body. It was pointless in many ways since he was weak, defenseless
and with each punch he was lifted to his tippy toes and made a horrible
sounding high pitch noise. It was an unsettling noise of a man who was being
humiliated from the getgo, a man who was never really hit by anyone close to
as strong to me and by a man who knew this was going to be a defining moment
in his life.It was simply unfair. All my friends from the hospital were
screaming their lungs out for me to "hurt" him and "teach the wimp a lesson"
which was my only goal. I had no real anger towards him since I have no
temper, generally speaking. After several body blows he is beginning to bend
over and try to protect his belly that was already red and had some welts on
his milky white skin. He threw some awkward punches in my direction but was
many inches shy. I pushed him against the ropes again after his stupid attempt
to launch an attack and in rapid speed started throwing some pretty hard shots
at his head. The first volley of punches I aimed at his gloves that were
protecting his face as I wanted him to feel my strength that way first. His
head looked like a bobble head doll as each punch made his head shoot back.
Then I hooked to his right rib cage and made his right hand drop and fired
several punches to his eyes, not KO power punches but enough power to begin to
make them swell so he could not see from them and I can begin leaving my mark
and it was working perfectly. I stepped back and began yelling "what is my
name boy?" maybe 10 x and the crowd was in a serious frenzy. In between the
name calling I would land strait rights and left to his face again not to KO
him but simply to batter and bruise him to teach him respect and maturity and
to remind him that this ring and gym is MY home and I brought him into it to
punish him. By the end of round one he barely threw a punch, was bleeding a
drop from his nose, had body welts and both eyes were closing from the
swelling and his top lip was swollen. In between rounds he was yelling at his
helper because in his world NOTHING is ever his fault and I stood in my corner
drinking a little water and talking to my friends all of whom were happier
then ever. The gym owner came over to me and scared to death of a lawsuit
asked me to either knock him out the next round or do something just to finish
this fiasco. Naturally I agreed.

Rd- went something like this and similar to round one except for the first 15
or so seconds- He came out of his corner like a wild man throwing wild and
wide punches all of which landed on my arms and maybe a few on my 8 pak. He
had NO idea how to leverage his body so the punches were irrelevant. Once he
stopped and was breathing like it was the 10th round of a fight I pushed him
into the corner- again illustrating my control and strength and pounded away
at his body a little more until he bent over and his arms were literally at
his side and the air out of his lungs. Even I felt badly hitting a stationary
and wounded target so I danced around him flickering out my jab into his
forehead, eyes and face. I would estimate I was hitting him at 1/2 power but
the effect was showing. He was now cut under his left eye, bleeding a fair
amount from his nose and had that desperate look of "kill me please and get me
out of here" look that all us fighters have seen over the years. I mean I
could have launched an uppercut to his totally exposed jaw and probably broke
his jaw before rendering him unconscious but I did not have the heart. So
instead I picked up his jaw with my glove and with full force and power I
landed a 2 punch uppercut to his stomach that lifted him (again) to his tippy
toes and he made that sickening noise's again and dropped face first to the
canvas frozen and unable to move. He was flat spread out on the canvas face
down! His eyes were closed from the pain, the blood from his eye and mouth and
nose oozed out on to the canvas, my friends and others were going ballistic
and I stood there and observed a man in terrific pain and humiliation. His
mouthpiece was shot out of his mouth before he landed on the canvas. I bent
down next to him and screamed into his left ear, "what's my name bitch?" maybe
5x before the owner pulled me away. I was very excited I have to admit.
Instantly the ring was filled with my friends all hugging me and touching my
muscles and rubbing my back and abdominals. I picked up 2 of the nurses I work
with and they hugged me back hard when I had them in the air. After a while of
this I turned over to see what was going on and he was sitting in the corner
being taken care of by the owner with some water, a towel and ice pack. His
gloves were off and he looked like hell warmed over. I started to walk over
and the owner stood up to block my path and put his hands on my chest and
asked me to stay with my friends. I warned him and I do mean WARNED him to
take his hands off of me as I visit with my opponent- another awkward moment I
admit. I walked right past him and bent down and saw a shell of the man I
knew. His face was distorted to say the least as his features were difficult
to distinguish due to the swelling and he had ugly red welts on his torso. I
asked him how he was doing and his eyes teared up ( I actually just shuddered
myself as I am typing this thinking back to how badly beaten he was) and said
" did you really have to do this to me ?" and I hugged him and brought him
very close to me and he whimpered on to my right bicep because of the way I
was holding him and nobody saw or knew he was crying or should say tearing ,
at that moment at least. His muffled voice asked me to let go since I was
hugging him too tightly and his face was hurting from the beating. When I
released him THEN everyone saw he was crying and they laughed in his face and
ridiculed him from a distance and I stared into his eyes as I was still on my
knees next to him and it was a terribly sad moment realizing what I did to
him. Everyone says I should not have felt badly but here I was inches from a
man who I just beat to an unrecognizable state in less then two rounds and had
his blood, sweat and tears on my swollen biceps, it was ugly and I was not
very proud of what I just did to another human being. I stood up and he
covered his eyes with his taped hands and he was in a state of humiliation
that hurt more then my beating.

Eventually everyone left the ring and he went into his changing room and me in
mine as I reflected on this terrible event. As I took my shower, and heard his
going as well since the wall was a shared one, I felt badly I was forced to
"educate" this man where his parents failed. If only he was not so pompous and
obnoxious he would not have suffered such a terrible beating. I knew I could
have knocked him out cold and /or really hurt him if I wanted to but took no
great claim of pride in that since I am a trained athlete and he certainly was
not. His huge height and weight advantage I knew was meaningless. I toweled
down and put on a light cutoff tank top and jeans and prepared to meet my
friends at a local bar to celebrate even though I felt a little badly. Looking
in the mirror I admired my muscles and was proud of what I developed and was
happy with my public performance but still felt for the guy. Before leaving
the gym I wanted to see how he was doing so I went next door and without
knocking I walked into his private little changing room that was a twin of
mine. On hindsight I realize now that I should have knocked but back then I
had the feeling that I kinda owned the situation and it would be my opponent
who had to deal with that. He was clearly startled as he stood there in his
towel wrapped around his waste looking at his battered face in the mirror.
Thankfully he looked a whole lot better but still beaten to a pulp but I felt
pleased thathe was looking better. He turned and backed up like 10 feet until
his changing table hit him in the butt and looked like he was going die I
swear. True deer in the headlight's moment for him. I stepped back so not to
scare him to much and told him I just wanted to see how he was doing. Sadly,
his reponse was, "Carly, I am doing better now and get the fuck out". I was
very disappointed with that response. Very! I said, first of all my name is
not Carly, and I started walking towards him, second of all who do you think
you are talking to that way, a dog? He put his hands up in that same stupid
boxing pose he had before as I approached and I warned him if he threw a punch
I would cripple him and was damn serious about that! I got 2 feet from him and
asked him in a measured tone " again I ask you bitch, what is my name" and he
said Carmen ,and began apologizing and crying like you cannot believe. This
really took me aback as I was surprised by that kind of emotional release so
far after his beating. I got a foot closer and with his back against the wall
now I told him to relax and took both of his hands and held them and
controlled his own hands to wipe away his own tears. At first he resisted and
then realized I would break his wrists so he went with it. I took a small
towel from the changing table and wiped him up a little more and those swollen
eyes and butterfly stitch under his eye left him in pain. I put my hands on
his chest and felt his heart pounding very very hard and I assured him I was
not going to hurt him. I held him and face to face told him the truth, which
is I could have easily broken his jaw but hoped he learned a lesson so now we
can be friendsI hugged him a little tighter and felt my breasts sink into his
chest and with that he put his hands on my biceps and tried to push me off
saying " oh no oh god oh no oh shit oh god" and I was not paying attention I
suppose since me head was in a place trying to comfort him but he began to
shake a little and his knees kinda buckled and had an orgasm as I held him and
then I felt his gigantic erection pressing against my muscular abdominals. I
felt like an idiot and should have realized what was going on but again I was
thinking that if I comfort him he would be better off. Truth is I was
embarrassed at that moment ( so was he of course!!!) so I held him there until
he finished and I held him hard in a hug he could not imagine escaping from.
He shook a lot and I felt the semen coming through the towel and I pushed him
off my new jeans. He collapsed on his ass on the floor of this cold little
room and stared intently at the floor. I stared down at him for what had to be
3-4 minutes and put my bare foot ( I took my sandals off) and played with his
cock and made him hard again with the sole purpose of bringing him pleasure
and to release the tension in the room and he rubbed my calf muscle with his
free hand as he stared at the floor. I bent down once again and took his hand
and made him jerk off for me as I assured him he would heal and be OK and this
made me very very excited but not enough to take him since I did dislike him.
He jerked off all over the floor in amounts I have witnessed before , ha ha
ha, and told him if he ever calls me or any of my friends anything but by our
name I would beat the shit out of him far worse then today. He nodded his head
yes and asked me to stay with him for a while. I tried to be comforting and
supportive but firm and teacher-like. I told him I was going out with my
friends and asked him to kiss my biceps as I did a double bicep pose and he
did and I took his clean hand and he rubbed my8 pak with the goo of his cum
all over his hands and legs. After each ridge of muscle he would moan and give
me a compliment and I did it very slowly so he could understand how ill
equipped he was for a fight with me. He was beaten and exhausted at this point
and looked every bit of it. He sat there with cum all over the place and just
receiving a lecture of a lifetime. I sat on his changing table and he sat on
the floor and covered himself up with the towel and we spoke about why I beat
him and what the result should be after his beating. It was a deep
conversation. I told him to stand up and he did and told him to drop the
towel. He asked me if it would be OK if he kept it on and I jumped off the
table and got in his face so close my breasts were touching his chest and just
stared up at him with my hands on my hips and he got the hint to drop the
towel. I sat back down on the changing table as he stood there, humiliated
beyond his wildest imagination, looking sad as I studied the man I just beat
the shit out of and hopefully taught a lesson to. He was getting hard again
and I laughed and said, wow you do have staying power and he smiled and asked
me "should I jerkoff again" and hearing that I knew he was forever a changed
man. I told him, only if you wanted to. A few quiet seconds went by and he
meekly asked me to take my top off and pose for him and he would. I got off
the table and walked over to him and flexed my 8 pak and took his hand and
made him rub it and feel the ridges and he moaned again. I then stepped back
and said no baby, I am the one who commands you to do things, got it? He shook
his head and looked down at the floor again in shame. I then told him to look
at me and his eyes went up but not his head. I walked over to him and did a
double bicep flex again and told him to put his hands on them and feel them- I
was not overly turned on since I still did not like him but feeling that erect
cock on my abdominals was a turn on. I stepped back and without posing
"suggested" for him to jerkoff, and he did shooting a smaller load on my toes
and the floor and staggering back a few feet which made me smile. I asked him
what he thought about right before his climax and he said my breasts and
triceps which was interesting since he touched neither in any detail. He stood
there, naked, his right hand full of cum. When he was finished I asked him my
name and he said "Carmen" and smiled a little more. I asked him if he learned
his lesson and as he stood there naked, he affirmed a yes. I told him that
what went on here will stay here and until this very moment I told NO HUMAN
BEING the details. Both he and I know why I am telling everyone now and he
should be thankful I do not publicly announce his full name and city and state
where he practices. Make no MISTAKE ABOUT IT- I will in a heartbeat unless a
full apology to Debbie is made with 72 hours of this account being published!
You know I am not kidding. The fact is he never went back to the hospital to
finish his internship. He moved away 3-4 weeks later after he healed and
finished his internship and residency in his hometown and I never heard from
him after that afternoon. However, I do expect to hear from him now!! I accept
responsibility for what happened as he does I hope. He also will take
responsibility for making me write this very public account of what transpired
that day! Count on that.

Love, Car

PS- WHAT'S MY NAME????