Carmen's  13th story about wrestling and boxing
by RNMEXGYM@aol.com  
Brief informative life reflections of my fighting life Part 13.


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

Hello All,

This is a very difficult story to write and I am writing it under major duress
on a : psychological, physical, emotional and spiritual level. Many of you
were made aware that I had a boxing match with a woman from Florida, Karen,
who I met b/c of my writings on this site. This may very well be my very last
story as Karen wants me to stop writing "until I am a worthy fighter" and
naturally she feels I am not and I agree with her at this point to be honest.

Our fight took place on Wednesday, 12/9/09 at 8AM at my gym here in California
and I will give you the honest and full report right now just 2 days later as
I rest at home before vacation which will begin on 12/23. By then all the
swelling will be down, stitches out and hopefully all will be normal, although
I doubt I will ever be the same nor will Richard, my love.

I admit to speaking crap to her and about her prior to the fight. I was
boastful, rude and tried to intimidate her. Frankly, I was full of myself and
had a right to be most agree since I scored two easy KO's in my first 2
professional fights, beat up and knocked out 2 very experienced and tough
neighborhood women, beat the fuck out of virtually every woman in the gym and
a lot of guys too and as documented here I abused, knocked out, beat and
humiliated my husband who I love to DEATH who is much bigger and experienced
in street fighting. I did not think some 45 year old woman could last more
then a few rounds with me, no matter her experience. Well, I was wrong,
fucking dead wrong!

Karen, 45 year old Israeli born, living in US for over 20 years, "attorney by
education" as she says, married twice that I know about and has a child.
Started fighting at 17 and did more fist fighting then anything else but
mostly boxing for the past decade. Stands a gigantic 5'9 and lean 146lbs and I
am serious when I say is ALL muscle. Not bulky bodybuilder muscles like me but
lean and athletic. That's all I will say now. Since I was forced to take her
measurements 3 different times I am sad to tell you, they are: 38 3/4- 27-34.
Her forearms were 12 inches her biceps flexed were 13.3 inches, her calves
were 14 inches, size 9 shoe, her body is chisled and defined and vascular like
few I have seen and what else can I say? Ridiculous I had to measure her so
many times, after the fight, is all I can say. We agreed to box here in Cali
for 12 rounds with each round being 4 minutes long and 8 oz gloves which was
another mistake on hindsight. I quickly agreed to the 4 minutes and 8 oz
gloves as I saw BOTH as clear advantages to me figuring my stamina is better
and I am stronger but she clearly set me up knowing both were clearly to her
advantage and I walked right into it. The gym would be open to just her and
her "people" which consisted of her boyfriend and two of her male "slaves".
All three were VERY handsome men attending to her every need. I brought
Richard and 2 fem fighters from the gym to witness and I thought learn from me
beating her. Whatever. After many emails, phone calls we agreed to meet
personally at a restaurant on the beach near my home the day before the fight.
We also exchanged 8 DVD's, 7 were hers and one of mine. On hers I saw
everything I could possibly imagine in my life and then some including some
fist fighting of both men and women that was jaw dropping. Incredible stuff,
fearless warriors all, exchanging brutal punches in the most raw sense of
combat I could ever dream of- amazing to watch. Since I never hit anyone
outside the ring, and don't plan on it either, outside of the ring so much
bare fisted, seeing her fight bare fisted was a sight for sore eyes. The sore
eyes were more what her opponents had of course. Some of those fights were
simply mind numbing in their brutality and rawness. Seeing men cry like babies
and I mean literally cry through a mask of blood as she pounded their faces
and bodies and beg through bloody mouths and noses for her to stop in these
grungy looking settings with , what best can be described as "mobs" of men and
some women rooting her on, was fucking outrageous. This one fight when she had
this guy against a post she was talking to him but b/c of all the cheering and
screaming I could not hear what she was saying, meantime this guy with this
outrageous body was being, for lack of a better word, physically destroyed to
the point both of his hands dropped to his side and he stood there clearly out
on his feet ( which I never saw before like this) and she waited a good 4-6
seconds and threw a left hook on his jaw and he went down quickly on his back
unconscious to a thunderous cheer- just incredible to see I have to say. To
her credit, there were two boxing matches showing her lose as well and both
times she was knocked out cold- one was a woman and one a guy. To this day I
can not figure why she sent those since it gave me confidence and ideas on how
to attack her. Both of those losses were to larger and very fit people.

Anyways, we were set to meet the day before at a restaurant on the beach and I
was casually dressed but wanted to show off and intimidate her at the same
time. We saw each others pics 100x but up close and personal is always better.
I wore a white tennis dress, white sneakers and white cutoff top w/o sleeves
this way she could see my 8 pack and arm muscles so I could intimidate her as
I have done to others. I parked and walked the boardwalk with my dark glasses
and tennis visor feeling the stares but focused on her in my mind and what I
would do to her in the ring tomorrow. I so badly wanted to beat the shit out
of her since her reputation and experience was getting larger then life as I
received a ton of emails about her from various trusted sources and I asked
everyone about her and when you are a really good fighter like me the network
of fighters one earns and develops grows, and fighting her was a big step up
for me and would have been a great trophy. People on the net all told me to be
careful and many had stories about her, a few lost to her, a few had spouses,
friends and so on lose to her but so what I did not give a fuck and a half to
be honest. I will admit to being nervous. Plus seeing pics of her boyfriend I
wanted to fuck his brains out to show both of them what a woman like me can do
in bed. HA HA. I have to say that sex has always been a big thing for me but
since I started boxing it has consumed me and I feel it's not like I want it
but I need it like a drug, it fulfills me and makes me complete it is
something I crave and demand a lot of and the power I feel it gives me is
unreal. I feel I need to express myself sexually every day and feel I can take
whom I want when I want and look forward to someone challenging that feeling
so I can do it with force. It is a fucked up feeling sometimes but I love sex,
more then ever and love sharing my body with a man as an expression of my
strength and beauty. Wow, it felt good saying all of that! The rest of me
right now feels like shit warmed over!

As I approached the restaurant I noticed a few things. First I saw 3 different
groups of people pointing and staring at something at the banister towards the
water at the end of the boardwalk. One group was 3 men, one was 3 couples and
the other was 3 women when I got closer I saw they were staring at what had to
be Karen. It was impressive and believe me I have seen a lot of great bodies
in my day. Her back was towards me at first and she was on her cell phone
wearing a blue bikini top and white baggy light cotton peasant pants with
these 2-3 inch healed sandals and sun glasses with a NY Yankee hat. Quite an
outfit for anyone to wear in public knowing they are going to a public
restaurant and believe me not a lot of women have the body to wear that or the
guts to wear it. Understand I hate her guts more then anything I have ever
hated, however, it is my responsibility as the loser, as a fighter and to keep
my word which is EVERYTHING to me, to give an honest account of what happened.
So------From the back she had the perfect V shaped body without a spec of
excess skin, the muscles in her back and triceps were dancing as she put her
arms on the banister and moved around. People always comment on my back
muscles but hers were on par and because she is so lean they are more defined.
Again, I have seen a million great bodies but hers was different. I could see
power in that body, I could see (this is fucking weird to say but) I could see
sex in that body and someone who developed her body for a purpose- I just felt
that way at the moment and I have PLENTY of experience when it comes to
physiques. Gut feeling. It was a site and everyone knew it and was checking
her out and worse is SHE fucking knew it. When she turned around, there she
was with dark hair and a very deep and defined 6 pack as I saw in the pics but
looked deeper in person. There is a big difference between the California
"chicks" who develop their abs VS women like me and Karen who develop layers
upon layers of TOUGH muscles, muscles that can withstand punishment. It was
clear to me that her abdominals were developed over the decades and have been
there and done that. Being from the Middle East, Israel, she was like me in
skin tone, dark and tan looking with very smooth skin. She had a body like I
see a lot here in California, one that is hard yet pampered looking at the
same time. She gave me this whole story about how wealthy her family is. Lean
and vascular and very pretty as I knew. Her skin was smooth and young looking
yet even though she was lean and not bulky like me she gave off a feeling of
muscles that were exploding under her skin. That really is the best way to
describe it, lean but I could just sense the explosion of muscles under her
skin ... ..and of course I was right. I know this sounds fucking weird and I
cannot describe it better then that. She recognized me immediately and she
said good bye to whomever she was talking to on her blackberry and we hugged
hello. When we hugged it was obvious to me that I am thicker, more broad and
stronger and I held her tight for an extra second so SHE would know I am
strong. Her accent was thicker in person and she looked easily 10 years
younger then her 45. We chatted for a while and she said "let's stroll the
beach" as she took off her sandals and left them there on the boardwalk. I was
glad she did because she towered over me to begin with but with those heals it
gave her to much of an advantage. First thing I said was "nice outfit" and
laughed nervously and then asked her if she saw all the people staring and
pointing. I was still amazed she wore that skimpy bikini top as her top! She
ignored both comments and put her arms up and stretched and commented how
beautiful is was outside and NO HUMIDITY like in Florida was nice and smiled.
I noticed how long her "wing span" looked when she stretched and made a mental
note that may be a problem in our match.

I was very excited being next to her and walking b/c the aura or feeling was
that here we are two athletes who are lethally trained to beat the fuck out of
people and I don't know I just felt like on a different level then "the
regular" people. I felt like I made it! She had an aire of confidence that I
sensed on the phone and emails but live it oozed through her. Hard to describe
but walking with her made me feel sexy, powerful and more confident. I do not
know why but the two of us walking in the sand knowing what we looked like and
what we could do to most people gave me that sensation. We must have walked
for an hour and we were both sweating which was cool and came to the end of
the beach and stood there and talked. The sun was hot but there was a great
breeze and all the time she was talking I was sizing her up for the fight the
next day. She looked amazing on many levels but she needed at least 10-15 lbs
on that body to absorb my power I thought. Fuck, I knocked out- and I mean
knocked the fuck out MEN who outweighed me by 50 lbs so who the fuck is she? I
wondered when I connected to that jaw line would she go right out or would it
require a few more shots before I knocked her out cold. I even thought how
sweet it will be to fuck that hunk of a boyfriend she had and how she would
react to that. There was no doubt she was very bright and just intellectual is
the best I can describe her. We talked about anything and everything BUT
fighting. I did compliment her on her physique many times but she never did
compliment mine which was pissing me off. I asked her about her training and
have to say, assuming she was honest, was 100% better then mine in terms of
aerobics and reps of exercises. She had her training down to a science that
she practiced every day. She told me about this insane "AM workout" she does
everyday before her regular workout. Anyway ... . Because she was so lean I
really thought I would knock her fucking head off in no time. We started to
walk back when see these 4 guys were approaching us on our left and she
muttered something like "here we go" and then said, "this is all yours
sweetie". The handsome young men, all typically muscled young and handsome
Cali types came over to us and complimented us on our bodies particularly our
abs and started a conversation. Karen was silent as I did all the talking. Out
of fucking nowhere she says " so you boys think you can deal with a belly
punching contest"? Before you agree please understand that we are both boxers,
she said. Very matter of fact and said it fast. If you win we'll sleep with
you today but if you lose you may never ever be the same again. The way she
said it, matter of fact, was chilling like she has been there and done that. I
swear it felt like the earth stopped moving, ha ha. It was such a bold out of
nowhere statement even I was shocked. No kidding when I say 10 seconds went by
without a word from anyone as they surveyed our bodies and I surveyed their
bodies as they were really cute and hard. The cuteist one stepped forward and
said sure I will try that. Karen stood in front of him and put her hands
behind her back and said OK you go first baby take two shots then me. With her
arms behind her back and flexed I saw all those muscles in a different light,
flexed, really hyper flexed and defined and was beginning to understand her
strength more and more since when her arms are not flexed she does not look
dangerous at all. I told you before she is ALL muscle and this is what I mean.
Not sure if many of you understand what I am saying here but for those that do
you understand. The guy takes a step back and throws two semi shots but was
clearly holding back. His punches bounced off her defined 6 pak with no
effect. Karen did not budge. After the two shots you see his cock growing and
he says all the holy shit type of things about her abs being hard. Keep in
mind she was sweaty too due to the long walk and her bas and other muscles
looked even All three of them are ooing and ahhing at her body She says,
without a smile or facial movement at all, "OK, mine turn, now hands behind
your back cutie" he does this with a big smile on his face as his cock is
clearly hard as a rock through those big baggy trunks and she throws a right
hook dead solid in the middle of his abs and then a left to his ribs with the
speed and power that not only has this young man never see before neither have
I in terms of speed. Lightening fast and accurate. It made a smacking sound on
his ribs. He yelled and UGH sound and He was on the sand turning all types of
colors and not breathing. WILD!!!!! He was on the sand and his friend's were
frozen in both fear and shock at the suddenness of it all. With her fists
still clinched she says "OK who is next?" Carmen, which one is yours, she
asked? I too was dumbfounded for a second and pointed to the biggest one.
Meantime the first guy is still on the sand but getting some oxygen into his
body after a few moments. Now when I flex my abs it makes even more of
statement then Karen since I am bigger and have the EIGHT pack going. I put my
hands behind my back and he gets ready but was unable to pull the trigger. He
would not punch me because he was nervous, the poor kid!!!! I relaxed and told
him I would close my eyes and he will have 10 seconds to punch me and I would
not flex or I would choke the fuck out of him. I was serious because I would
have done exactly that. Meantime the first kid is on his knees now spitting up
and gagging. With that comment Karen laughed out loud. He still would not hit
me since his friend was still a mess on the ground. Karen jumps in and said "
common boys where are your guts? Don't you want us, and then she did a double
bicep flex and did this little sexy dance for a few seconds? At least let her
go first then, she said? Ranking up there with the dumbest things ever he let
me punch him first. I did not have the heart to go all out like Karen so I
threw an uppercut to his abs with my right at about 75% of my power and by the
time I was going to throw my left he was on his knees with his head in the
sand gasping and all teary. So there we stood, 2 young fit handsome men on the
floor/sand, one still standing and Karen and I standing there as well. I
looked at her, she smiles, my nipples were as hard as marbles I just felt them
and she grabs my hand and said c'mon lets walk. As we did I was SO excited and
kept saying " I cannot believe that just happened" and she looked unfazed. As
we walked back on this beautiful day I felt like I was in the presence of
someone with a LOT more experience, life experience, then I. I turned back at
some point and those boys were still there in shock I am sure. This was a
BRAND new experience for me in every way. First of all I never hit anyone
outside of the ring UNTIL TODAY. That by itself was weird. Plus the feel of my
fist going right into this cute young man with his really very nice body and
seeing his eyes bug out from my blast and seeing how deep my fist went into
his muscled and it was well muscled body and seeing how he hit the ground made
me feel well powerful. It was also a fucking big time turn on that my fists
had that much power to a "civilian" I mean I knew it in the back of my head
but seeing it was pretty fucking cool. For Karen it looked routine so I had to
make believe it was nothing to me to but the truth is I wanted to have ALL
three of these young men worship me as I fucked EACH and every one- not
kidding I felt it in my loins. I walked away from these boys feeling my hard
nipples rub against my top and I could have EASILY had an orgasm if I was
lucky enough to have one of these guys in my bed- heck under the boardwalk, ha
ha. It was an awakening in some ways. Not that I wanted to hurt these guys, or
anyone for that matter, and not that I wanted to fight bare fisted or anything
like that but in that ONE isolated incident, well ... .it was HOT!!!!!

We spoke matter of fact about the fight and she made it very clear she was
unhappy about my emails where I bragged and threatened her. She was very cold
and factual. She stopped walking and gets about 6 inches from me and in very
serious tone pretty much told me, and I am paraphrasing ... ..She is going to
beat me, knock me out, teach me a lesson and take my man ... I was taken aback
and my jaw was open and speechless by her in my face abrupt statement. It got
very heated or at least from my end it did. I pretty much told her to go fuck
herself and the horse she rode in on , that I am bigger and stronger and will
fuck her b/f hard and long afterwards and in front of her and maybe her
fucking loser slaves too and maybe fuck her too and I promise I will kick your
old fucking ass like it deserves. I do not have a temper I swear but she was
so deadpan and in my face I had to stand up to her. Rarely have I seen such a
combination of composure and power (on hindsight). I am telling you we were
chest to chest during this and the fact she is so much taller then me was
unsettling I knew I was stronger and would have fought right there I swear to
Jesus Christ I would have. Plus chest to chest as we were with my D cups and
her (what she calls) B+ I felt powerful and more like a woman I guess then her
and knowing I was so much stronger, I think, pissed me off that she was
talking like that to me. Afterall, I know what I did to my husband, a grown
man, how I intimidate him and can easily break him down and humiliate him and
all else I have accomplished I felt like Karen did not appreciate my
accomplishments or understand what I am going to do to her. She stepped back
and pulled out this hair band puts her hair in a ponytail and smiled. Steps
back and brings her right fist back and up, but I knew she was not going to
punch me, and said and I will never forget her words or the look in her eyes,
and before I tell you what she said I will also never forget the size of her
fist- it looked huge. "Carmen, I respect ALL fighters, even the inexperienced
obnoxious one's like you that are pieces of crap, but I promise you I will
change your life forever with this" (as she shook her fist) I will take
Richard for sure but those useless slaves as you call them are like family to
me and you will, I guarantee it, suck them dry and swallow their cum and
worship them like you do me" She said this s-l-o-w-l- y and clearly with her
fist up in the air attached to a dangerous looking muscular arm. She looked
calm and confident and very serious. She then turned and walked away and
turned her head and said "don't be late for the fight tomorrow morning" "I
have things to do". Never a curse, never raised her voice. On hindsight,
clearly the calm before the storm. She walked far ahead of me with bigger
strides where a white SUV waited for her. Two men got out of the car, opened
the door and off they drove. I would not see her until 7AM in the gym the
following day. For once in my life I was speechless. I stood there in the sun,
just experiencing my first out of the ring "fight" or whatever you want to
call it and said to myself I am going to kill this spoiled rich mother fucking
bitch in such a royal fashion she will need a team of doctors to put her back
together and a month in the hospital I swear to Jesus Christ!!!

Fight Day. We met outside the gym and were let in by the owner. We nodded
hello but her demeanor was very serious. Her b/f, and 2 asshole slaves
carrying 3 bags followed behind her and they were friendly to me and my
husband. We went to our dressing rooms and I could hear her very clearly
warming up hitting the pads and grunting, she was loud. When we were called to
go to the ring she was wearing all black, black boxing shoes, long black silk
shorts with her name on it and a Jewish star and a black sports bra with black
gloves. Her stuff looked expensive and brand new. She was drenched in sweat
and had her white mouthpiece in with her hair in a tight ponytail. She was in
constant motion looking ready to fight that's for sure, serious look on her
face and with all the sweat her muscles were accented. I wore all red and
almost similar outfit but for the color. Her b/f and slaves all wore black
too, t shirts and pants and sneakers all coordinated with her name written on
their shirts in gold script.

The fight lasted 8 rounds but I do not want to go round by round explaining
what happened- just to painful and depressing right now. In summary I will
explain round 1-2 and 7 and 8 and I am being forced to describe the activities
after the fight and I don't want to but have to according to Karen and it is
something that was agreed upon prior to the fight. I lost the fight in royal
fashion to a better fighter. A fighter who outclassed me, a fighter who may
actually be stronger then me and a fighter with a lot more experience. From
the bottom of my heart I am sorry I ever got involved with her as you will see
later. I love to box, I do not love to be physically and emotionally abused. I
recognize after this ordeal more of what Richard and a few others feel/felt
like. I apologize to them all. I will continue to fight and I will get a
rematch with Karen at some point since this must be avenged, I simply will
never be happy unless I fight her again. Please understand that we are ALL (
Karen and b/f and slaves and me and Richard) going to Jamaica for a week
leaving on 12/23. This was all pre-arranged before the fight and agreed to and
I am a woman of my word. Truth Is I would rather be home then with her since I
cannot trust her not to do something bad to us and I know I cannot stop her-
period! My biggest concern is protecting my Richard who I LOVE to death and
forever!

Round one- I was very confident entering the ring and remained so being inside
the ring looking across at her. All the time I am saying she is old, smaller
then me and no way as strong and when I connect to that fucking jaw she is
fucking dead, just like everyone else I have ever faced. My trainer is talking
to me in Spanish and Richard is saying encouraging words and rubbing my neck
and arms telling me how strong I am and calling me champ and kissing my
powerful shoulders as I stood in the corner staring across the ring. Bell rang
and we both walked towards each other. The only sounds in the gym were from
Karen and I and my trainer The most obvious difference in how we moved towards
each other was her constant head movement vs mine. Never saw so much movement
before in my life and it was like she was energized or on something I swear.
It became obvious from the getgo that she was 3x faster then me. She landed 5
punches to my face and body before I knew what was happening. Each punch
thrown with very bad intentions and stung me. Her physical strength and
coordination were scary. Almost immediately I tasted my own blood in my mouth
and a stinging pain on my ribs and when I threw punches they seemed in slow
motion hitting her arms and glancing off her face or worse hitting nothing. I
was lumbering and she was chopping down the tree.That first volley of punches
she threw was really screwy meaning they were so fast and made such a loud
sound as they hit my body and then she backed up to measure me for the next
volley and it was like a wave of pain went through me like 5 seconds after the
blows connected. I was able to bully her by walking her with my shoulder into
the corner with the intention of beating the shit out of there but once we got
close she landed a double uppercut to my chin with each hand and a left hook
to my ribs and then moved out of the way. I was slightly hurt but more
perplexed at her speed and accuracy when suddenly I felt my legs turn to
fucking rubber and I fell on my ass. It was that delayed reaction. I should
add here that she filmed the entire fight and she made me watch it twice with
her narrating the whole fucking mess. Anyway, I was looking up at the ref as
he counted and I was in shock I swear. I sat there for 3 seconds and sprang up
ready to murder this cunt. I stood there and confirmed I was OK and carefully
but deliberatly walked towards her to knock her out. It did not take another
20 seconds of me pushing her around but landing very little before she landed
some cracking punches to my nose making my eyes tear and not only did I taste
my own blood from my already cut upper lip but my nose was bleeding and that
was a first for me to be bleeding like that and so beaten in round one. It was
confusing to say the least. The gym was silent except for my trainer screaming
instructions while her team was silent and just watching. The sound of leather
hitting skin, mostly mine up to that point was LOUD. I could not land a single
solid punch while in the meantime I was already knocked down once, bleeding
everywhere and beatup. A 4-minute round is a long one and as I chased her
around the ring she would stop and land 2-5 jabs to my face that I could not
stop! Those jabs were as strong as most of the women I ever fought RIGHT hand.
It was fucked up. Sometimes I would catch her with a hook to her body or a
glancing blow to her face but was unable to make solid contact. She looked
very comfortable in the ring to say the least. The round ended and my trainer
was in a panic as I was too. As I sat there looking across the ring it looked
like calm city by her. I was breathing a little too hard for just one round of
fighting and the blood was really bothering me psychologically. Really
bothering me. Richard rubbed my arms and looked a little scared and told me to
"kill this cunt so we could go home" and I smiled at him while my trainer told
me to get inside and pummel her with my strength and avoid her jab. Karen
being bigger was able to keep me away with a strong and accurate jab that
broke the skin on my upper lip that I could feel it swelling plus I knew my
right eye was swelling too from her fucking jabs that I was eating. I never
knew you could actually feel your face swell!! The jabs were to fast and she
was to tall and I knew I had to get inside where it would be all me. I knew if
I could get inside if that jab and break down that body of hers and hit her
with MY power punches she'll drop her hands and all I need is a split second
to connect to that jaw and she will be in dreamland like every other person I
ever punched in the jaw. I was psyched for round 2.

ROUND 2- Very unprofessionally I started throwing haymakers that missed by a
mile and every time one did miss I got tagged by 3-5 punches in a row. Three
to five punches!! Lightening quick, pinpoint accuracy and strong. She never
threw just one punch everything she threw was in bunches from every angle
possible. She was getting stronger, and I was afraid faster too and the
accuracy was uncanny. Her grunting sound she made with each punch was just
getting under my skin too. By the end of the round I felt my eyes swelling and
she targeted my nose with her fucking jabs and one strait right that made me
see stars. I made little contact for the first two rounds. I was never in real
danger but there was no doubt I could not do this much longer. At one point I
just said fuck it I have to get inside and when I made my move I was met by
the hardest left jab I ever experienced and my knees buckled, FROM MOTHER
FUCKING JAB but I made it inside at least and we were inside fighting each
other and she was landing 4 punches to my one and with better accuracy!! After
one 3-4 punch combo all ripped to my ribs and abs I actually lost it for a
second and felt my hands dropping- like a weakness came over me that I never
felt before in my life. It was a sick feeling that I am sure my opponents have
felt but never described it that way.- Here I was bigger and I thought
stronger and fighting inside with her belly exposed to me exactly what I
wanted but she still managed to block most of my punches with her elbows and
gloves and land more and do far more damage. I felt myself getting weaker and
it was only round two!!!! At one point she hurt me so bad that I was resting
my head on her shoulder as she used her fists like pistons and was I swear
ripping hooks into my body and I was praying for the bell and heard my trainer
screaming at me to get out of the corner but my feet were frozen. Right at the
bell- and she knew it of course- she uncorked a right uppercut that ALMOST
caught me flush on my chin but had enough heat on it to drop me on my fucking
ass. I heard Richard yell "OMG"!!! and the bell rang. I was hurt and had
rushes of pain go through my body from that body attack but I was glad the
bell rang so I could rest and recoup and was able to get right up but knew
something had to change. I had slight difficulty walking back to my corner as
the pain in my body was going thru me in waves and my head was not clear and
the fucking blood was pissing me off. By the time I got to my corner my boys
were up and the stool was ready and they were applying ice to my cuts and
talking strategy. Across the ring she sat looking serious, calm and focused as
she drank some water and spit it out. I felt a stinging in my rib area and the
swelling of my lips and now both eyes were really getting to me. I was getting
my ass kicked. She was sweating a lot but then again she was when she entered
the ring otherwise not breathing much as her slaves were rubbing her down, her
boyfriend tending to the supplies of water and all looked in order and nobody
said a word to her.

Round 3-6 were just shit for me. My left ribs were red and swollen and hurt
like fucking hell from her body hooks. I was just unable to defend myself with
her speed and accuracy and to be honest the bitch hits as hard as I was ever
hit. I did not admit it at the time but thought it was possible she broke
something, i.e., a rib. I did land some punches of course but not many. She
had a shiner on her left eye but that was really all one could see. There was
no stopping her energy level as she was relentless all the time each round.
Naturally on hindsight having 8 oz gloves and those long 4 minute rounds was a
collassal mistake for me as those were both to her advantage. By round 7 I
knew I had to go for the fences or end up looking really bad and even maybe
knocked out- terrible fight so far. By round 7 she looked as much like a
bodybuilder from the 80's or 90's or a muscular fitness pro from nowadays then
anything else. She was ripped and I mean RIPPED looking - every muscle
accentuated and swollen- her arms looked like recking balls and acted like
them too- incredible stamina, strength coordination and power. Look, I have to
write the truth about what happened so I am doing exactly that. As I
mentioned, we agreed beforehand that the loser writes the story and the winner
approves it before it was sent in, for accuracy. Not to mention I do not lie.
I hate this cunt with all of my being for what she did to me during and after
the fight and hope I don't kill the bitch on vacation but I have to report the
fight accurately. I also do not want to sound like I admire her in any way,
however, I did watch this fucking DVD and have to report it honestly and I
will describe her body as it was.

At the beginning of round 7 I barely got off my stool from exhaustion as
missing punches is more tiring then landing them sometimes plus I was really
beaten up and she was not even sitting in between the 6 and 7th rounds and
seeing her stand there surrounded by her slaves and boyfriend got me pissed
the fuck off. Is she not tired? How can she look like that and I look like I
was mugged by five people. She stood there being taken care of by her three
men. They poured water over her head and whispered things into her ear, they
rubbed her arms and neck too. She was breathing hard but looked in control and
she looked VERY intimidating knowing the damage she has caused to MY body, how
I felt and I had the feeling she was holding back. Each breath she took her
abs tightened and from experience I knew they had more layers of muscle fibers
then I have seen, including mine I am afraid to admit. At the bell she
casually walked out towards me and for the very first time of my fighting life
I have to say, I WAS SCARED. Her hands were up, her biceps were swollen, the
muscles in her chest were swollen, her shoulders looked like she could lift
and carry the world, her abs and believe me I tried were in fact stronger then
mine , she had my blood on her shoulders and her gloves, sweat and water
pouring down her face and I looked like I was, a badly beaten beaten fighterr,
eyes half closed, bloody, demoralized, like a fucking punching bag for her.
The water and all made her nipples pop out an inch out of her sports bra and
they distracted me a little at first. Every move her body made you saw the
tensing of her muscles and I could not figure out how to penetrate them. I
could actually see the muscles in her chest contracting before she threw some
punches but could not move out of the way fast enough and she threw punches
from every conceiavable angle. I just remember seeing her biceps all sweaty
and with my blood on them and wondering how they got so big and round almost
like a different person. It was unsettling at the time. Her speed was
everything and it was backed up by pure power and ATTITUDE. Her jab did not
stop inflicting damage and never slowed down and wearing me down and I was
worn out believe me. That jab was pounding away on my swollen face and I could
not figure out how to stop it. It was fast, consistent and so fucking strong.
She kept her distance from me that way and watching the DVD she was in total
control of me like I was a fucking puppet on a string. My ribs hurt now on
both sides and I was frustrated how to fight her. She never lost that serious
look on her face. I was breathing out of my mouth due to the long rounds and
getting my fucking ass kicked plus the body attack was crazy. I couldn't take
it. I just could not physically take it. My body felt like the WORST sun burn
I ever had as a kid. I felt stiff and sore and even when I punched it hurt but
all I was hitting were gloves and arms and shoulders anyway. Seeing the
muscles in her chest was disheartening because I got the feeling there was not
a part of this rich bitches body that did not have plates of muscles. When she
threw a punch I could see the muscles in her chest, arms and shoulders
compressing into this machine like weapon ... ... ..it was horrible. Very
frustrating that I saw it but could not stop it! In a fighting stance her
biceps were balled up and I am not kidding looked bigger then mine!!A hard
strait right to my chin sent me back on my heels into the ropes on wobbly legs
again and I felt the cut above my right eye brow open up again and the blood
ran into my eyes REALLY bothering me. The force of her blows scared me- I
finally knew how my Richard felt although I did not think of that during the
carnage. Every time I rubbed my glove over my bloody cut to get the blood away
from my eyes she jabbed me in my face- it sucked she had it timed perfectly
and at that point her punches were jerking my head back so much my neck hurt.
I was bleeding a little from my nose, a lot from the eyebrow, a little from
the cut under the other eye and I just felt weak and new this had to end soon.
A barrage of punches at the end dropped me again, mostly body blows and I
could not get up until 8 when the bell rang. Imagine your worst stomach ache,
sunburn and muscle tear all rolled up into one. Walking to the corner was
painful on rubbery legs and my inability to see through the swollen eyes and
just total weakness than ran throughout my body was demoralizing. The pain in
my body was intense. Never felt anything like it. I prided myself in always
being the strongest one in the bunch and that included most men and her I am
sitting on the canvas is serious pain from a body attack like I have never
seen. She was meticulous, calculated and precise in her approach and attack. I
REFUSED TO BE KNOCKED OUT BY THIS FUCKING CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!When I finally got
up I was walking back to the corner in pain. In the corner my trainer wanted
to stop it but I told him I would fucking kill him which I would have. Richard
just stared at me and said nothing. I was a mess. My trainer was right! As
usual. Across the ring a sea of calm. She was the only one talking and her
"team" was busy doing their thing. Pouring water down her breasts and over her
head, giving her water and rubbing her down. I hated her more then anything at
that moment. Our eyes connected and she mouthed "now" and had no idea what

ROUND 8- I barely got off the stool and she stood there in the middle of the
ring mocking me to come fight- it was totally NOT cool to do that. She knew I
was wasted and I knew it so why act like a fucking bitch? It was the most
animated she has been the whole fight. Mocking me to come forward and throwing
punches in the air and wiggling her ass- she was into it and needed nobody but
herself to get off from this that's for sure. I walked over carefully knowing
I could not take a lot more punishment and hoped I would get lucky with a KO
blow. I was very pissed off that I was being called out like that by this cunt
so I walked at her and threw some jabs as I walking in. Slow shitty ones. She
ducked underneath and she dug a left hook under my breast when I felt a pain I
do not wish on my worst enemy, well maybe I DO wish it on her actually. This
pain was so bad I found myself on the canvas in the fetal position PARALYZED
in pain unable to move if my life depended on it. I have never been shot or
stabbed ( I leave that to Richard) but it could not be worse then this. She
delivered a shot to my liver that even days later is sickening to think about.
I was done! If my kids needed me I could not get up it was the worst pain I
ever felt in my life. The ref counted me out but it was a formality as it took
me 11 minutes to standup and even then I was nausea. Watching all of this on
that DVD was horrific. I was on the canvas in the fetal position and you can
see blood from my eyes, moth dripping down my swollen face on to the canvas as
the ref counted me out. Karen stayed in the ring standing over me as her
slaves snapped pictures of her posing and celebrating. They lifted her on
their shoulders as she posed ENDLESSLY next to me as I was still on the
canvas. When I watched the DVD of the fight the first time seeing my swollen
beaten face literally made me say out loud "OM fucking god) . I have to add
something here that may help others. I watched the fight two times on the DVD
she gave me and Karen was there each time and took it back with her and I will
never have a copy- she just won't give it to me- fuck her whatever. But here
is the point and it is brilliant, on her behalf. In the last three rounds my
arms felt like I was carrying weights in my gloves. Now I was in TREMENDOUS
shape and thought I could have boxed 100 rounds so why did I feel so exhausted
besides the fact she had her fucking gloves in my face and body all fight? I
told Richard to count the number of times she hit my arms. Karen was
SPECIFICALLY targeting my arms ( biceps in particular) the whole fight
especially when she had me stuck on the ropes or somewhere. Countless times we
saw her on the DVD planting her feet and even though she had a clear path to
my face or body sometimes she would deliver a deadly combo to my arms. Richard
counted 94 direct shots to my arms during the fight resulting in the
deterioration of those muscles and a loss of power and strength. On one
particular 8 punch combo- she first landed a double left jab to my eyes
followed by a right hook to my body and as I covered up awaiting another body
attack she let loose with these 8 punches to my arms- full force and well
balanced she was and I brushed it off thinking she could do that all day just
leave my face and body alone for a minute so I can compose myself. The result
was my inability to have any power in the last few rounds, slow my punches
down even more and eventually lower my hands and have horrible defense as she
knocked me out- Kudos to the bitch as that strategy worked well ... .Where the
fuck was I? I eventually sat in the corner trying to compose myself as the
trainer and Richard worked on the cuts and swelling as I stared into oblivion
trying to wrap my arms around what happened. I was so tired, so dizzy and
disoriented and in tremendous pain, in my body and jaw. I needed their help to
leave the ring as each went under an armpit and was carrying me out of there
but I did make myself go over to Karen to congratulate her on a fair fight. I
tried to stand in front of her but she saw I was about to drop again from the
vertigo so she held me for a few seconds and wrapped her hands around my body
and pretty much held me up. She was gracious and hugged me and asked me if I
was OK which of course she knew I was not. She was standing erect and looked
like the warrior she is and I thought I was, barely breathing but smiling like
I have never seen her do before with her mouthpiece out. She kissed me on each
cheek. Except for the shiner barley a sign she was hit at all vs my other
opponents who were totally fucked ... like me but actually never as bad as
this I don't think. I did try to hug her back but lifting my arms and
extending them made me grimace in pain as my whole body had red welts and was
in pain. Being held by her with the height difference and the fact that every
damn muscle in her body swelled up she felt huge and certainly bigger then me.
She did look older which was a little comforting I have to say but the fact is
she beat me like a drum. She patted me on the head with her gloves and told me
she would be in to check on me as soon as she was done taking pictures and for
the first time had this broad shit eating grin. When I stepped back I marveled
in a way at her physique as it looked totally different then when I met her on
the beach. She looked so big and defined like she was lifting weights for 3
hours. She is so the type that looks athletic/strong when she is dressed
socially but once she works out her muscles sprout and expand like a
bodybuilder or something. Her biceps had to be bigger then mine at that point
and in a million years I would have never have guessed they would be that big,
then again in a million years I would have never thought I would have gotten
so beaten up by ANYONE ANYWHERE, including a man!!!! Thirty minutes later I
was on the trainers table on my back receiving 13 stitches for the one cut and
4 for the other by my eyes. Cold compresses were all over and I took some kind
of pain pill the doctor gave me which was helping. Still dressed in my
fighting gear and drinking fluids and feeling that SUN BURNED like stiffness
throughout my body knowing for the first time what a beating and a real loss
was all about- it sucked but this is what I needed I suppose to get better.
Still it was a lopsided and sound beating by a far more experienced fighter. I
was still mentally fighting with how it was done and by whom. An older and
smaller opponent. I would like to give her more credit but because she
basically abused me and humiliated me for those rounds I cannot give her
credit as it is not in my heart right now. Is she an amazing fighter? YES! But
I hate her GUTS. It was about to go from bad to worse as the door opened and
Karen stood there. Still in her fighting gear minus her gloves. Her pink hand
wraps still on she walked in and told Richard the trainer and the doctor to
leave. Without a word they lowered their eyes and all left and I got up on my
elbows, but still on my back, to talk to her and behind her was her boyfriend
and two asshole slaves. I was pissed that my team just left just like that
without even looking at me, especially disappointed in Richard. I now
understand, after speaking with him, he was scared of her based on hat just
happened to me and I sympathize with my man. She closed the door and started
lecturing me what a shitty fighter I was and how it is not about muscles or
gymnastics or size but guts, heart and experience, all of which according to
her I lacked. She flexed her left arm and this huge bicep popped out and she
was rambling about how strong her jab is and she should have broken my nose
with it but didn't liked she had a choice. She told me that she would take
Richard for the night and when she said that I started to sit up and she
grabbed me by the throat, not very tight but tight enough and asked me where I
was going and realized we did agree to that and went back to rest on my
elbows. Embarrassing!! Meantime I was in really crappy shape and after that
lecture in a shitty mood. Swollen and beaten and dejected and in a brand new
world. Then she says OK boys drop em and all three of them drop their pants
and underwear and she says to me " you will now suck each one of them off and
swallow their cum until I grant you permission to leave". I thought to myself
"are you fucking crazy"? First of all oral is not my favorite thing to do
second your boyfriend is ONE thing but these two assholes are another and told
her to" fuck off" and "who the fuck do you think you are" and began to get up
to kill her? It was like what the fuck bitch? She gave me this mean stare and
I saw the pink blur out of the corner of my black and blue and stitched
fucking eye but did not react to it at all. Karen threw a right hook to my
stationary jaw and knocked me out cold on the table with her wrapped fist. OK?
Read that again. As I was on the trainer's bench being ordered to give THREE
fucking men a blowjob like I am some loser whore she knocked me unconscious
with one punch. UNCONSCIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Appreciate the
fact that I never lost, was never beaten this badly, never knocked out and I
flitter my eyes open and first thing I see is her flexing those softball sized
swollen biceps and hearing those three assholes rain compliments at her. She
gets as close to my face as if she was going to kiss me and says " do you
understand that when I say something you do it?" Jesus fucking Christ. Being
knocked out sucks! I was disoriented, my jaw hurt a lot, I was dizzy and it
was just the worse experience in the world. THE WORST I SWEAR. A few moments
go by and she grabs me by my hair and puts me in a sitting position and lowers
the bench to where I am in position for them to walk 2 feet at me and put
their disgusting cocks in my mouth. Without details here (only b/c it pisses
me off to no end) I gave each man a blowjob, OK? Each one! Let me just type
this fast----I swallowed ALL of their cum in consecutive order, and heard each
asshole slave orgasm too. Felt them explode in my mouths and moan!! Horrible
moment by itself, now try doing it with swollen lips, beaten body, just
knocked out and dizzy and every muscle in my body hurting. Just awful
experience. As I am writing this I picture the scene so clearly in my head-
sitting their with my eyes closed sucking their cocks and hearing them moan in
pleasure as they played with my nipples and tits commenting "how good I was at
sucking them off" and hearing Karen say things like " good girl and keep
sucking and almost there" was making me so mad but as I type I can see it and
almost taste it- FUCKING GROSS> My jaw hurt from sucking them off three in a
row and getting punched in my jaw and knocked out. I cannot put in words how
demeaning that was. Sitting there and staring up at THREE men I just sucked
off and swallowed every drop of their cum enraged me but I knew I could do
nothing and accept my punishment. She knocked me out with one punch and I was
in NO shape to do anything back- none. After the last one came in my mouth she
gave me a water bottle which I drank in 3 seconds and sat there. Three
blowjobs in a row and I mean one after another- each guy was big and hard and
they put their cocks in my mouth like I was some god damn fucking loser crack
whore bitch. She ordered the men out and it was time for another lecture by
her as I sat there with my elbows on my knees looking up at her wondering how
all of this happened and how badly she beat me. I never did that before of
course, feeling each cock in my mouth and knowing, at least the slaves,that I
could so beat the mother fucking shit out of each one easily and instead I was
sucking their cocks is killing me. I swear to Christ it is killing me.
Handsome men these three who I would have fucked if I won is one thing but
sucking them off and feeling the cum explode in my mouth was degrading and I
will never forgive. I swear I can taste their cum right now. She went through
how great she is and how strong and experienced and how I should have never
challenged her after seeing the DVD's. She went through a lot of bullshit but
I had to listen. She takes off her shorts and I knew what was next so I did
not resist. I ate her out and went at it full blast! I did it! I was ready to
shoot myself but I ate her out. Degrading comes to mind. After a fight like
that and then blowing these three and getting a fucking lecture and eating out
a sweaty bitch's cunt as she squeezed my head into her saying "good girl" was
enough for me to kill her I swear. After she cums all over my swollen face she
pushes me off and goes through a 5 minute posing routine that believe me when
I say she had no idea I was there, she was so into herself.I went to wipe her
fluids off my face and was greeted by 2 fast and powerful slaps that hurt
followed by "who told you to wipe off my cum, comment and I put my hands down
and she went on with her posing and talking. She looked empowered or drugged
with her own power is a better way of saying it. She made me take off her hand
wraps and kiss the fist that knocked me out. It is hard to admit I was knocked
out- what a fucking shit feeling!!!!! And kissing her fucking fists was
absurdly stupid. The last lecture was about how I have to treat her. Unreal
shit. She has a "routine" if you will. When I greet her or when she asks,
whichever, I have to do the following ... ... bend down and kiss each side of
her abs and then dead middle of her abs kiss that too, then kiss or as she
says SUCK each fucking tit, then each bicep as she poses and each fist. I was
made to practice this TEN FUCKING TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My head
hurt from the KO, my body ached, my face hurt and my jaw was sore, I just
sucked off three men and ate her out and I am standing in my still smelly
clothes kissing this women's muscles and the first time when I was not
"kissing hard enough" she slapped me so hard she opened up one of my
stitches!!!! If nothing else I thought I will now have more motivation to
train then ever before. Doing this routine to her and seeing the glee in her
fucking face was almost to much for me. I also knew in my gut, in my heart,
that I had no choice and she knew it too.

She did not even get dressed and she left the room and allowed the trainer and
doctor in to put a new stitch. Just picture their faces when she opens the
door and see her naked, pumped, smiling and "allowing" them back in. It was
gross. Then Richard drove me home and was told to drop me off and come right
back which even though he did not want to I made him because I feared for his
safety if he didn't. Not only that but it was something we agreed to so he had
to go . Richard went with her and her little fucking group of assholes. Truth
is her boyfriend seemed nice, despite the fact I sucked his cock drier then he
ever had before I bet- at least they all came really fast. I won't go into
what Richard and Karen did but I am sure you can imagine. I love Richard and
WILL FIGHT HER AND ANYONE ELSE ON THIS PLANET TO PROTECT HIM- Take that as a
fact of life!! I will die to protect my man.

So here I am today, healed more or less on the outside. Inside I know I will
never be the same, never. Sucking those men off was horrible! Karen has come
over to take me shopping for the vacation since she has the money why not.
Being with her is just fucked up. In street clothes she looks amazingly fit,
when she speaks she is intelligent. Every time I see her I do the routine and
suck her breasts and kiss her fists longer each time. I am terribly bothered
by the routine for some reason. One part of my brain respects her incredible
physique and paying respect to it based on her fighting ability seems right in
some ways, feeling how hard and seeing how defined someone that age can still
be is interesting and even sucking her breasts make me sick. I am not thrilled
with kissing each fist and being made to spend so much time on two things that
have caused me so much pain and two things I know changed my life so much but
I also know this beating, and that is what is it was, has taught me a lot and
will help Richard and I a lot. I respect the fighter but hate the woman. She
treated Richard well but have to say that I would never have thought in a
hundred years that ANYONE would fuck my man but me. She did fuck him a few
times and had him eat her asshole out which I never had him do- he told me
everything and must have apologized to me 100x even though he did not have to
of course. When he told me he was forced to eat out her asshole the poor man
cried in my arms like a baby and I felt terrible for him and swear I hate her
guts- terrible thing for him to have to experience especially in his fragile
state-

She promises a restful and peaceful vacation and if nothing else she is
honest. She has NOT responded to my request not to sleep with my husband on
vacation but I am hopeing for the best. I have slept with her boyfriend 2x but
not by choice as Karen Ws in the room when I did and that was fucked up as she
coached him on what to do to me and frankly I want Richard and still resent
being forced to suck his cock with the slaves that day. Look, let me put all
the cards on the table. I say I slept with her boyfriend, truth is I gave him
another blowjob and he fucked me 3x, not exactly love making in my book. She
made sure I had on this sexy outfit and put makeup on me and had me get on my
knees and she played with my nipples until they were hard and told me to flex
for him and she unzipped his pants and SHE put his cock in my mouth as she
controlled my head back and forth and told me how shitty a fighter I was and
how she would beat me unconscious bare fisted if HER man did not cum soon but
of course he did and when he did she kept my mouth on his cock until every
drop of his cum was sucked out and his cock was clean- total shit experience
but I had no choice!! and Nothing against him as he is a nice man but still
... ..too much shit here. Each time we sleep together I am in fact made to
suck his cock- not by him but by Karen. The first time she stood over me to
"make sure I swallowed each and every drop" and again I could have killed her
but I know my place ... ... ..FOR NOW

That's all and maybe forever but at least through January1st. I love all my
fans and am terribly sorry I lost. Most of all I will say publicly that I love
Richard and am so sorry for the beatings and humiliation I gave him and will
never do anything to hurt him again. I vow to protect him and love him. I do
not promise to be loyal but will make EVERY effort I can as a human being.
Again, to all of the friends I have made and support many have given me I am
sorry for not doing better but know I tried my hardest and truly thought I was
ready for her. Love Car

PS- Richard is back in my life now for over a week- I love him to death and
sympathize with his plight even more after this beating. I LOVE RICHARD. And
this is something Karen does not have which is a loving husband. It is
different between Richard and I for sure. He knows it is me who wears the
pants and makes all decisions and all of that since I am in control of his
life. However, I do not and will never consider him my slave. Hate that term
for the man I love. He is MY man. He knows his place in our lives which is
fine and for the world to see this is who we both are ... ... ... ... I LOVE
RICHARD ... ..and am sorry for him too that I lost this fight and apologize
that he has to be her little toy for a while. Anyways, I know this was a long
story but I had to tell it. I am dedicated to become a better fighter but am
NOT saying I want to ever fight Karen again. Look, congrats to her for being
who she is in terms of a fighter. In terms of a person I do not have a high
opinion of her and am not looking forward to going on vacation with her and
her "team" because she is not to be trusted. I cannot imagine doing that
"routine" 10x a day. Yuk. Love Car