Carmen's  8th story about wrestling and boxing
by RNMEXGYM@aol.com  
Brief informative life reflections of my fighting life Part 8

please email me questions and comments.  I am not looking for opponents!!

My last story may not have been the best idea I had in my life.  I did hear
from almost all the women who participate in our contests and I would say ½
are not very happy with me.  So I will not comment on these contests again
as these are my friends for a long time and want to be buried with these
same great friends at my funeral.  Naturally I heard from Filina and as you
may expect her comments are not worth repeating and her threats are simply
stupid.  With that being said and in this very public forum I will accept
any type of fight with you at any time and any where.  Simple  enough?

This story is going to be about a few wrestling matches I had while being
paid to be at a booth at a bodybuilding contest several years ago….several
several years ago, ha ha.  My college education was paid for via
scholarship in gymnastics but Nursing School tuition fell on me so I had to
make money for the first time in my life.  One day at the gym I was
approached with an offer to stand in a booth for 3 1/2 (long) days wearing
next to nothing as people asked me questions about this energy drink that
has since gone out of business.  What I did not know at the time since I
was a naïve kid, that a million people, men and women but mostly men would
be taking my picture, asking me to pose, asking me to dinner, asking me  if
“are they real” as they pointed to my D cup breasts which of course are all
natural and asking me to wrestle and to touch my 8 pak.  The whole
experience was an eye opener. Who knew?

What else was an eye opener to me was the sheer number of bodybuilding
sluts, whores, barely literate idiots, steroid freaks that are out there.
Sorry for my blunt opinion but that is the way I see it.  The minority I
met were sweet, educated and nice.   I met MARRIED women with kids who I
later found out had their half naked pictures on the Internet and I mean
all over the Internet.  There was a woman from the Midwest who was married
with 2-3 kids, pretty and great body for sure, who was plastered all over
the net topless in some cases holding her hand’s over her breasts, like
that means it is OK, or is was not topless because her hands covered her
nipples, or some of these slutty women had pictures of themselves with a
ribbon or something covering their nipples.  I mean, c’mon now!  Again, I
was naïve but have to tell you I think that is totally screwed up.  Imagine
her kids seeing this someday? And they will.  Imagine her kids friends
seeing her half naked slut body all over the Internet? Hey look at Mommy
pose like a slut and have strange men jerkoff over her?  Really sick ladies
in my opinion.  There was more.  Note,  Now I go to Church almost weekly
and believe in God and make no mistake about that. I do not care what your
religion is as long as you don’t want to blow me up like those crazy
Muslims otherwise who cares who you pray to as long as you believe in your
God. These same slutty women would walk around the floor with big crosses
of Jesus on their necks or worse tattood on their bodies!!!  Think about
that, a slutty whore who is half naked on the floor walking around the show
and pictures of herself ¾ naked online and she is wearing the cross of
Jesus? Terrible!!!Really disgusting stuff I have to tell you.  I remember
one of these losers approaching me, no idea what her name was but recall
she was from Ohio or Pennsylvania ( I think) and was quizzing me about my 8
pack.  She had on  more make-up on then you could imagine, very good body
and  good abs and I am looking down at her with her stiletto heals and all
and see her wedding band and she mentions she has kids too!  Meanwhile men
are googling her, she is half naked……YUK .  The only nice people we met
were the non-bodybuilder types who were my age and there to make money by
looking good.  Few with real muscles but all very attractive ladies with
sexy-type bodies.  Oh, and one more thing, these bodybuilders with deep
voices are CREEPY, really creepy!  First time one of these ladies started
to talk to me I thought she was making a joke but then realized she
actually spoke like a man and then when it happened again it was explained
to me it was the steroids!  G-R-O-S-S-!!

So it was unsettling being stared at so much I have to be honest but here
comes the fucked up part.  Men and WOMN approached us to arm wrestle and
“real” full contact  wrestle for 3-400 bucks a session.  Getting over the
shock of some fat gross guy staring at my breasts and then asking to
actually touch my muscles was gross enough but then asking to “fight” me
for money?  My friend in the booth to this day says my face was priceless
in the look of awe I had.  Like what the fuck do you want you fat greasy
loser? To touch me and fight me?  I will kill you!!!  I finally found out
what a “session” is from this bodybuilder from England who lives in the
States- nice lady but implants that were done by a blind doctor it looked
like to me- and that’s another thing- why so many implants and why so many
fucked up looking ones?  I live in California as you all know- has to be
25% of the women have implants and some are amazing.  Just the opposite
here at the booth. Would say 50% of the fbb’s and 75% of those were gross
and funny looking.  Really odd looking boobs!

Anyway, so after being approached by all these people for a “session” and
after a few drinks at dinner my friend and I agreed to “fight” this
youngish couple. Our thoughts were that  they look harmless, he was cute
too and if my friend was with me how bad could it be plus I was there to
earn money for school anyway.   He was not bad, like 5”8” maybe 170 and she
was a little thing like my height maybe 120 and a good body but a light
year away from us in terms of physique.  We agreed on a price and a time
and they wanted us to wear the same outfits we wore at the booth which was
OK for $500 which was a LOT of money for us back then.  So they knocked on
the door at the pre-arranged time and we let them in.  He immediately put
the $500 on the table and asked us to go topless for another $500 and we
thought what the hell. In private, going topless for $500 back then seemed
OK and risk free since the ONLY people who could see us were the 4 of us.
He asked to take pictures which we did not allow THANK GOD looking back
since if we did it would have been plastered all over the net by now.  I
forgot their names but the guy wanted to fight me first since I was more
muscular then my friend so we moved the furniture and shook hands and went
at it. I was not concerned about beating him in the least and figured we
would do some light wrestling, allow him to feel my power maybe sneak a
touch of my abs and other muscles and then collect my money and send them
home.  Again I was naïve.  Immediately I felt he was weak when we locked
up. It was far from a turn on for me as his wife was telling him to fight
harder which the poor guy couldn’t- do so I grab him from behind around his
waste and lifted him way off the ground and slammed  him to the floor
harder then I should have and I hurt the guy and I did NOT mean to.  So he
sat there on his ass moaning a little as his wife comforted him and I
stared down at them with my hands on my hips not knowing what the fuck to
do.  She pops up and gets chest to chest with me (she was topless to at
that point) and compliments my strength and body and says she wants to
fight me now to protect him- I laughed in her face and she pushed my
shoulders and did not move me a fraction so I pushed her back and she
stumbled on to the bed- very funny scene.  So she stands up and rushes at
me and puts her head right into my abs and bounces off and now she is on
the floor on her butt near him and my friend and I are both laughing at
these two losers!  Next thing I feel is a punch on my back, I turn around
and realize he just punched me and pretty hard.  My friend yells something
and I see red.  I really do NOT have a temper but I was being attacked plus
I was scared.  So I run at him and he punches me several times in the abs
and once in the jaw and I grab him in a bear hug and squeezed him with ALL
of my might until he is screaming in pain and lifted him off the floor and
held him their squeezing and seeing him turn red.  Meantime my friend has
his wife by the wrist’s and is keeping her in check with her arm behind her
back.  I released him and he falls again to the floor on his ass and just
by instinct I kneed him in the head 3-4 times until he is pretty much
unconscious but I was to inexperienced to realize it and saw a lot of blood
coming from his mouth and nose. It was a little scary being attacked like
that and perhaps even scarier knowing that I damn near killed this poor guy
in seconds and was clueless what to do next.  He sat there with that glassy
look in his eyes with his mouth open and blood oozing out of his nose and
mouth and looking limp.  My friend released his wife and she runs over to
him after a few seconds of recovery yelling how I broke his nose ( which I
did) and she was freaking out- meantime I am still nervous and upset at
what is going on.  Thank God my friend had it together more then I did and
leaned down and punched this woman in her kidneys several times ( Lisa
became a fairly accomplished kickboxer years later and is now living in
Vegas teaching karate) and the intense pain from that stopped her from
screaming and had her crying on the floor.  So I looked down at this mess
not knowing what to do. He was out of it and really bloody and the wife is
crying like a baby- we are all topless and I am clues what the hell is
going on here.  I went into the bathroom and got a small towel put on his
nose to stop the bleeding which helped and his wife finally got off the
floor and after a FULL hour they left but left REALLY REALY mad.  They
asked for the money back which was fine with me but my friend Lisa
countered that and  demanded more money , which stymied me, and THEY PAID
another $300 which is all they had.  I was amazed at the whole scene.  So
here I was, just trying to get some more money for tuition for nursing
school and I am standing topless in a hotel room just beating some poor guy
senseless and in fact unconscious with a broken nose and have more money
then I ever saw before.
First thing I said was, never again.  I had NO desire to go through this
again.  However, I was excited that I had that much power and it was so
easy to beat him up.  We put the room back together and took showers and
went to sleep and I could not wait for tomorrow morning to get dressed and
go to the booth thinking and hoping I am not becoming one of these sluts
and God knows I do not need a transplant and God knows there is no way I am
taking steroids and God knows when I have kids and even before that I am
not taking slut pictures for the Internet- not me- I am to important (to
me) and have to much self worth as a human being….truth is I hardly slept.

Next morning we went to the booth and I admit I felt different.  More
experienced, pumped up in some ways I am not really sure but different.  I
was worried in that I did not want to see that couple again and did not
want to get in trouble and lose my job since the money was amazing.  The
morning was the same shit, losers asking me questions, asking me to pose
and nobody gave a shit about the energy drink.  During our lunch break I
was on the line and approached by one of these deep voiced steroid freaks
who had a “proposition “ for me.  I could hardly keep a strait face as she
spoke with that raspy spooky voice, plus she stunk from cigarettes-
horrible stuff.  Anyway, she told me she represented a guy who thought I
was gorgeous and he wanted to arm wrestle me for $1,000.  I froze and said
$1,000???????????? Shit when and where. Are you kidding me?  She told me he
admired me from afar and wanted to test me.  Test me for $1,000? Anytime.
But what’s the catch?  The catch was if I lose I had to suck his cock.  She
said exactly that which I said, fuck off.  I did not care what he looked
like , how big or small, that proposition was disgusting to me back then.
I told her to walk away or I will drop my tray of food and fuck her up
right here and now.  She laughed and walked away which was  smart move.  I
told Lisa about it and we laughed about it and ate lunch and went back to
the booth.  It was a long day of posing and taking pictures and for some
ODD reason people wanted our autograph.  Could not figure that one out.

That evening they had a dinner spread and we all had to wear our little
outfits and they gave away awards, small things, to the best body, best
back, best biceps, etc.  I sat their disinterested until I heard my name
twice which surprised me.  First was best abdominals and next was best
chest, no doubt b/c someone knew I was real and no implants- it was funny
going up there and receiving the trophy’s.  Afterwards they wanted us to
take pictures as a group and then just all the award winners.  During the
last set of pictures I noticed THE CUTEIST guy ever holding the lights for
the cameraman.  I mean cute!  Handsome young man about my age at the time
and he had that something.  I was not going to approach him but he came
over to me as I walking thru the lobby.  After some small talk we went for
drinks and he was an interesting guy.  I was a lil tipsy I admit and he was
a REAL cutie who hit my sweet spot, ha ha, and I decided to fuck him.  On
the way to his room in the elevator we kissed like crazy and I carried him
from the elevator to his room with an erection I was dying to jump on.
Once inside his room I pushed him against the wall and kissed him with
vigor as he groped my entire body.  After prancing around half naked for 2
full days and having my body on display and stared at for that time I was
horny as hell for a real man.  So here I am with the wettest pussy ever and
a gorgeous man for a quick PRIVATE fling and psyched for multiple orgasm
night.  I took off my outfit and he took off his clothes and I carried him
from the wall to the bed and started to kiss him.  He put his hands on my
shoulders and said “ can we arm wrestle first”  I looked at him and said
“no, first I fuck your lights out and then maybe I will beat you in arm
wrestling” and he said “I tried getting yoi to do that earlier during
dinner via my friend”.  I looked at him and said “ you were the guy who I
was supposed to arm wrestle or blow you?  He smiled and I was pissed
off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I got off him and called him a fucking pig
and went to get dressed.  He jumps off the bed and puts his hands on my
shoulders and tries to turn me around but I resisted and I took his hands
and put them in my wrist lock and dropped him to the floor in major
excruciating pain all the time lecturing him how stupid he was.  I told him
I would have fucked him all night long and then some and kept him in that
painful position as we were both naked. I eventually let go as he was on
his knees and elbows moaning in pain. I was angry and VERY horny and
grabbed him by his hair and bent his neck back hard and then threw it
against the carpeting with a thud as he stayed in that position and
muttered for me to stop.  I looked down at him and then milked him like a
cow until he came and he was muttering “stop” the whole way thru and after
he shot a huge load of cum on the carpeting and on his own chin I smashed
his face into the load on the carpeting and got dressed and left.

The next day was a half a day and I did not see him and Lisa and I left a
little richer  and a lot wiser and promised NEVER to go to one of these
things again and never did.

I have been working like a dog lately and appreciate all the emails even
though I got back to only 20-30%.  Promise to everyone I shall very soon,
Love Car