Carmen's  14th story about wrestling and boxing
by Carmen
Brief informative life reflections of my fighting life Part 14.


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

Hello All,

First I am now officially a fist fighter. Had my first match this past Sunday
1/1/10 and kicked some major ass and had fun doing it. I will entertain more
over time. Truly exhilarating.

I MUST mention something before I start the story. In the past I have been
befriended by many of you. For the most part that was great and I made some
wonderful and sweet friends and you know who you are. However, being Ms. I
trust everyone naà¯ve lady from Texas I sent many of you pictures of me. To
make a LONG AND PAINFUL story short those pictures found themselves to a few
websites WITHOUT my permission and I am pissed the fuck off. I turned to of
all people, Karen, yes that same Karen who beat the living shit out of me for
advise. Because she is an attorney and because the same thing happened to her
many times I turned to her who in fact fixed that problem which is all I care
to say about it right now. My husband Richard is on the case from a police
standpoint because TWO pictures appeared on those sites of me and 2 different
men in very compromising situations which means that SOMEONE, some worthless
spineless little cock sucker has been following me around town and THAT will
not be tolerated. So until further notice NO MORE pictures to anyone.

THE FIST FIGHT

This was pre-arranged with a guy from the gym. Jeff is 51 years old, married
3x and this time to a 26 year old young lady, he is 5'9 180 lbs and according
to him he boxed in the Army 100 years ago. He is very fit with a good body and
works out all the time. He, like many others, follow me around the gym but
unlike many he had the balls to talk to me on many occasions. He has asked me
out for drinks, has offered me photo gigs thru friends and has done everything
else to be with me. After spending a week with Karen and learning a lot more
about the mentality of fist fighting and private tournaments and how
profitable they can be, I decided to fist fight him. I was very nervous about
it but figured the worse he could do was put me down and knock me out which
would be bad but I am a fighter so not the end of the world. I made the offer
to him one day after he counted my dip and pullup workout and he agreed to
fist fight me for $5,000 winner take all at my house as long as Richard was
not present. Naturally, not knowing him that well it was all agreeable except
the Richard part. My Richard is a cop, as you all know, and he was going to be
present no matter what, for my safety, even though I lied to Jeff and told him
fine just he and I.$5,000 is a lot of money to us but we thought about it in
great detail and decided it is worth the risk and I looked forward to this
experience. We agreed to the following: mouthpieces, hand wrapped to 1/4 inch
and that's all. We would fight non-stop, no rounds, until knockout or
submission.

Richard and I moved all the furniture out of his "office" and put down mats
everywhere for safety. That took hours by the way and was a pain in the ass. I
was very nervous about the match since it would be my first fist fight. The
only time I ever used my fists was on the beach that one day with Karen with
those guys so I was very concerned about what could happen to me. Knowing
Richard would be nearby was comforting and reassuring.

I have to admit based on the fact the my pictures were stolen and placed on
those websites I was pissed off and on fire for the days leading to the fight.
In some ways I felt bad for this guy because the few times I actually get
angry I can be dangerous. Richard as always was very supportive which is why I
love him so much and sometimes feel bad that I beat him up so many times and
cheat on him as often as I do. Before a fight, due to nerves, more then after
a fight, I am sexually charged beyond reason, ha ha or at least that is what
Richard says. Without exaggerating I need to climax 4-8 times a day when I am
in that kind of mood and prefer intercourse but also know that Richard cannot
perform like that so he eats me out, uses the vibrator and does whatever I
need. I love him. Between being pissed off about the pictures and nervous
about the fight I could not be sexually satisfied.

Sunday morning at 10 AM Jeff arrives with a big smile on his face like we are
going to a picnic. Richard made his way to another room where we had a
pre-arranged word I would yell if I was in trouble and naturally he had his
gun with him. Anyway, Jeff arrives and I showed him the room and he was OK
with it especially seeing the mats. I was in full fight mode mentally and was
focused on the task at hand. I made small talk but all I was thinking about
was the fight. I asked him if he had the money and he then asked me the same
question. Both of us took our respective 5k and put it on the dining room
table. We then sat down and wrapped our own hands to the agreed upon 1/4 inch
and tried on our mouthpieces. I was wearing just a pair of black shorts and a
black sports bra- he complimented me many times on my muscles as he stared at
my chest more then I cared for and he wore a white T shirt and blue shorts. We
both popped on the scale in the bathroom and he weighed 181 and I weighed 143.
It was all very matter of fact as we walked into the fight room. While in the
bathroom with him we were standing shoulder to shoulder with him and I smelled
his cologne and just imagined punching his face into submission while I am
POSITIVE he had other thoughts if you now what I mean.

I loosened up all morning before he arrived so I was ready and he looked like
he was going to a pool party but then said the dumbest thing. He said " Don't
worry my beautiful latina I will take it easy on you and end this thing fast"
"then we can have breakfast in bed" I looked at him and wanted to kill the
fucker. I said OK ready and put my hands up and he did the same but was
smiling like an asshole. What happened next is barely a fight.

We circled each other for a a few seconds as he smiled and I threw massively
hard FOUR jabs into his smiling mouth. Boy o' boy fist fighting is like
nothing else!!! The feel of my fists hitting his face and the sound it makes
was awesome. Immediately he stops smiling and the blood starts pouring out of
his nose and mouth. He is wiping the blood off and is clearly annoyed and on
the last wipe I landed a left hook to his jaw that made his right knee give
way and he was on the mat!! He got up right away and was pissed off as I
danced around him feeling my D cup's bouncing away and feeling strong and
ultra confident. Knowing I knocked him down once already, had him bleeding
immediately and the fight was what 20 seconds old, was AWESOME and I mean
AWESOME. I felt my nipples popping thru my top and looking down and seeing my
wrapped fists vs seeing gloves was a cool thing and seeing his blood on my
left hand was GREAT. So now he starts to bob and weave in his own way (
looking totally uncoordinated by the way) and I nailed him with a strait right
that knocked back into the wall and I saw it in his eyes he knew he was in for
the fight of his life and was scared. He covered up while against the wall as
I ran into him throwing hooks into his body and ribs- each one solid and full
force and each one he yelped in pain and was doing nothing offensively. He was
doubled over in pain from the last uppercut to the center of his abs when I
stepped back and launched an uppercut to his jaw that sent him down on his
ass. That hook was probably 3/4 power. He put his hands over his eyes and
began to sob- HE BEGAN TO FUCKING CRY!!!!!!!!! A grown man crying at my feet
after a minute of fighting and he hardly threw a damn punch. I freaked out I
was so angry. I was yelling at him to man up and get his pussy ass up and
fight like a man. I yelled at him " you wanted to fuck me tough guy, right,
well then get up and be a man and fight like you said you can". I waited WAY
to long, maybe 5 minutes for this piece of shit to get up-he took his sweet
time, rubbed the tears out of his eyes, took a # of deep breaths, wiped the
blood from his nose for the 100th time and stood up. He does he looks as
scared as a little boy getting his first ass kicking- he hands are about chest
high and he is against the wall. I loved this- I walked a little closer and
threw 2 jabs to his left eye and both connect perfectly and now he is covering
his eyes leaving everything else open. He is bleeding a lot from his face so I
throw a medium strength strait right into his exposed belly that was actually
pretty strong- the man was handsome and in good shape- anyway when the blow
hit he makes this WHOA sound and doubles over in pain. He was so ready to be
knocked out it was amazing. I danced around him feeling like a million dollars
and enjoying this to the MAX and feeling strong and sexy and very much at
peace now.I felt as relaxed as I do when reading a book in my den. I stood in
front of him and told him to hit me ( my trainer would KILL me if he saw that)
and Jeff straightens out and throws maybe 6-10 blows into my abs and they
bounce off due to my strength and his inability to hit hard or know how to
throw a punch. I literally laughed at him and pushed him away and got back in
my stance and walked to the middle of the room and told him to fight like a
man if he wants to fuck me. I was laughing I swear to christ. He gingerly
walked towards me in baby steps and was greeted by three left jabs to his eyes
and nose and he backpeddles to the wall and crashed into so hard he broke the
sheet rock and drops to his ass and is sobbing like a baby as he covers his
face the his hands filled up with blood.

At that point Richard comes in smiling from ear to ear- my first fist fight
and I never got hit, ha ha. Richard bent down and removed Jeffs hands and said
"wow what a mess" and Jeff began muttering that he want to leave. Richard told
him he cannot leave and drive a car looking like this so stay put buddy and
Richard came back into the room with water and ice packs for Jeff. Meantime I
am standing there so pepped up and feeling so good I cannot explain it. I felt
like superwoman knowing I can have both of these men doing anything I wanted.
I was barely breathing hard since the fight was so so easy but I stood 2 feet
from him feeling the muscles in my body swell and just knew I looked great and
I felt so strong, so confident, so good plus was THRILLED I earned five
thousand dollars just like that by beating this man into submission with ease.
As Richard was giving him his ice I took off my top and told Richard to FUCK
ME RIGHT HERE AND NOW and as gross as this may sound, with Jeff sitting their
like a wounded little boy I put Richard on his back and kissed him a few times
until he got hard and sat on his cock and had one amazing orgasm as Jeff
looked on. I made sure I faced Jeff the whole time and looked into eyes at
times and believe me that made is all more rewarding. I stayed on Richards
cock for a good 10 minutes as I talked about the fight in front of Jeff and
told Richard I want to fist fight more. I was feeling so fucking great and was
so relieved and happy it was amazing. Jeff covered his eyes with his hands
everytime I looked over and kept the ice packs on his eyes and face. After I
got off Richard I crawled over to Jeff and pulled his hands away from his eyes
and told him never to close them near me so he can see the body he wants to
fuck and see the body that just "changed his Life" ( a Karen quote thank you
very much ha ah) forever. He looks at me and he is all teary and totally
messed up looking with swollen eyes. There I am on all 4's with my muscles
popping and I just fucked my man and beat the living shit out of this wimp in
minutes and I am speaking to him naked as he applied the ice packs was
TREMENDOUS. I was high on life as they say. I told Richard to get the money
which he did and I told Jeff that if he wants a rematch he can have it but
smiled slightly and shook his head no. I asked Jeff to remove his shorts and
that's when Richard asked me "please not now the poor man is a mess" but I had
to. Jeff stood up and had this huge erection and Richard made a B line for the
door and I laughed- as he was leaving I told Richard to get the bucket and
cleaning fluids and I had Jeff just stand there in front of me as I was naked
still- he began to shake in fright which was such a turn on I cannot find
words to explain it as he shook slightly his erection got huge and I was
hysterical laughing. I had Richard come back in the room with the cleaning
bucket and I told Richard to put my panties on but I remained topless showing
off my muscular chest and D cup that Jeff seemed to love so much and Jeff was
then instructed to clean the mats. He bent down and did exactly that.

I was mentally exhausted but fulfilled to the 10th degree. Since Jeff could
not drive home himself after that beating Richard drove him home in his car
and I followed to take Richard home. He lives a good 30 minutes from us and
Jeff was told to sit in the back seat and not say a word to Richard or I would
beat him again- not sure why I said that but having that control over both of
them was pretty great. Arriving at Jeff's house he gingerly got out of the car
as Richard drove us both home.

I loved the experience, loved making the money so easily and will absolutely
plan on another fist fight soon and eventually do it without the wraps. I have
a young visiting physician in the hospital who may be my next opponent- not
sure if he has the money or desire but I know he has been making the moves on
me and is blatant enough about that that all of my friends have commented that
he has his "penis radar" fixed on me. I saw him jogging on the treadmill in
the hospital fitness center so I know he is in good shape, handsome guy, but
do not know if he ever fought or like I said has the money. I will only fight
for money if I fistfight and also want to ask sure Richard is OK this
activity. Yes, I know I can do whatever I want but Richard is my husband and I
do love him to death so we'll see. But I had a GREAT and amazing time beating
this guy so easily and earning 5k was awesome. When we got home from driving
him home I spent a good 30 minutes in the "fight room" shadow boxing for
Richard and posing for him- actually posing for me too ha ha. It is a totally
different feeling physically and emotionally then boxing with gloves and a
breast protection and groin protection. This was a free feeling a primal
feeling a raw feeling a feeling of being down and dirty like warriors from the
"old days" when everyone fought mano a mano. It was terrific. I clearly
recognize the risks and may think differently when I have a more qualified
opponent but I am mentally and physically prepared. I can and have accepted
defeat in the past and it is making a better fighter. I have spent a lot of
time looking at my raw fists and in my head reviewing the fight and how I
handled him so easily and bruised and bloodied him into total submission. I
look VERY forward, in fact eagerly forward to seeing Jeff in the gym and going
eye to eye with him knowing I altered his life forever with my muscles, skill
and heart. I hate Karen which is no secret but thank her for this new attitude
and experience.