Carmen's 15th story about wrestling and boxing by Carmen Brief informative life reflections of my fighting life Part 15. My Email: RNMEXGYM@aol.com please email me questions and comments. I am not looking for opponents!! Hi everyone, My last story generated 8,973 emails as of 1/20/10 when I officially stopped counting and they are still pouring in. I want to spend time answering the most popular questions from everyone since it is impossible to email everyone directly. The purpose of this writing is to answer the most common questions I receive VS answering everyone individually which I stopped a long time ago. Since my second fist fight the other day I cannot stop thinking about my next one, which I have lined up with a woman in a few weeks. I have never had so much fun as that last fist fight. NOTHING! I loved it. My next fight will be totally bare knuckles just like my second one- no padding at all. Having my slightly padded fists beat that man into submission the first time was an amazing feeling. The damage that fists do vs gloves is wild just fucking insane wild. Fist fighting is TRUE fighting by true warriors- just amazing. I will recount just one story that happened between Richard and I before that first fist fight. The kids were gone and I was doing some laundry and I went upstairs and saw he was jerking off to my pictures on the computer which was SO cute. So I snuck up behind him and just as he was cumming I choked him unconscious. I layed his head on the keyboard and took the hand he used to jerkoff and smeared his cum all over his face- not all of it just some of it. He blinks his eyes awake after about 20 seconds and gets this real baby look on his face and realizes he was just knocked out and then realized his cum is on his face as I stood over him with a shit eating grin. He sits up and starts to get angry and then realizes that would be pretty stupid and smiles up at me and turns red when he realizes I caught him jerking off and I cracked up and then he did. I bent down and sucked his cock clean of the remaining cum to assure him everything is cool and he later stood up and cleaned himself off and finished the laundry for me as I went to the yard to jump rope. Just a quick story- means nothing. AND I did ask Richards permission to tell this story. People who know fighting-- know what it's like to pursue something with all of your heart, mind and soul. What inspired you to fight? Honestly, it was the other women I was training with. Being a gymnast my whole life and always getting so much attention about my body I just wanted to try fighting with my hands after becoming proficient wrestling. Naturally, once I did it was so much fun for me since I beat so many down with ease I loved it. . You are on a mission. The mission is to prove to yourself and to your opponents, both sexes, that we have the power and skill to knock them out! It is wonderful. I was also inspired by staring at my muscular body in the mirror after a wrestling match with my X husband who was rubbing my shoulders and playing with my nipples and suggested to me that I should use the power the Lord Jesus gave me to box. How long have you been boxing? What other disciplines has your athletic life included? I've been boxing "to fight" for three years, but took boxing exercise classes on and off for several years. I grew up playing soccer, softball, and tennis but mostly concentrated on my gymnastics which gave me this physique and power. Fascinated by martial arts, I took Taekwondo for five years and got a black belt which was total bullshit since there was no "REAL" fighting. But, my punches were much better than my kicks. I also studied Muay Thai and Small Circle jujitsu for a bit. Knowing that I wanted to compete in some fight sport, I chose boxing because it's the one that felt most like "home." On one evening late in the dojo I was sparring with the instructor and knocked him to the ground with a hook to his body that took him a good minute to recover from. He was not happy. Later that week we sparred again in private after the class let out. He was not a happy camper and wanted to teach me a lesson not to fuck with the sensei and he was beating the shit out of me until I landed a 2 punch combo to his body again ( I should have broke his jaw on hindsight) and he stayed on the ground a LONG time and I left and never returned. Why do you love boxing? Why do you box? I love the aggressive expression in an artful sport. I love that it has been around for centuries and there seems to have been an inherent need for it in all cultures. Personally, I find it is the best way for me to challenge myself and grow as an individual. As a boxer, I know that today I can just work on my jab. I love seeing defeat in my opponents eyes, I love breaking down a muscular fit body into a pile of shit and making all of their hard work and countless hours trying to get better into NOTHING and most of all I love the sex before and after a fight- nothing like it. Looking at my body both before and after a fight and knowing that there are layers upon layers of muscles that can withstand punches is an amazing feeling for me. Wearing work clothes and knowing that NOBODY knows that underneath is a weapon of destruction is empowering. How do you see yourself first, as a nurse,mother, wife, athlete or boxer? Does the balance ever shift? Now I think of myself first as a warrior/fighter, then a wife and mother and last a nurse so the balance HAS shifted a lot especially after my first fist fight. I'm a Jane of all Trades, master of nothing, but I have been fortunate to experience a ton of things in my life and for this, I am grateful. What I want to do? FIGHT!!!!! The last two fistfights have changed my life forever. Men or women? I get that a lot, ha ha . I love men and enjoy them tremendously. I have been with a few women of course and get "hit on" pardon the pun b/c of my body and D cups ha ha a LOT but men are my thing. I love my husband Richard to death but freely admit and he knows I cheat on him a fair amount. I am VERY VERY sexual and love feeling good and the fact that no one man can satisfy all of my crazy needs, ha ha is no secret. So short answer is ... ..MEN but I am certainly interested in women with great muscular bodies or athletic and strong one's who are into mine. In terms of fighting one or the other it matters not. I LOVE fighting and assuming nice people I am happy knocking out either one Roll playing? Has become a big part of our sex lives. Dressing up my men in women's clothes and having them bedroom box me is outrageous fun. Seeing my man in makeup and a wig beg for me NOT to box them silly is a turn on for me. I know it is not for many but for me it is and never had a man refuse it or come close to refusing it. Richard has become totally submissive to me especially after witnessing the results of the last 2 fist fights. I regularly dress him up and have him dance for me and we roll play a ton of different things. Our favorite one is when he is dressed up as a woman and he is MY whore and I slap him around the room and threaten to rape him with a strapon ( which I never did) unless he jerks off on the floor and eats it all off the floor and sometimes I choke him out and have him suck the dildo like he is blowing it. . Why the foul language? Ha ha I get that a lot. I should clean up my act I know but ... ..I am blunt and honest and talk and write that way. Favorite body part? Well, men stare at my D cups of course but I would say my arms because they are developed and totally so strong. I also like my abdominals since they are ripped from all the training and do get a lot of attention. Having my man who is submissive after a beating jerkoff on them is pretty awesome I have to say and having other women ask me a million questions about my body is great. My husband thinks my shoulders are my best so who knows. Top of  Form Bottom of My favorite fighters? Form is "Irish" Micky Ward. I liked him because win or lose you were going to remember his fight. He was always going to go full speed ahead, all action. He left his heart in the ring. I think that is why Kaitlin Young is one of my favorite MMA fighters. Win of lose, you know you are going to be in a fight. She has all the skill needed to be a top fighter in the sport, and I truly believe she will be. It can be easy to get caught up in how attractive she is, but look past that and you will see a warrior. She works hard to be good, and she's good because she works hard. Kaitlin has so much to offer the sport, and the sport will be better for it. .. Q. Describe yourself in five words. A: Hungry, strong, warrior, sexual , and sexual, ha ha. Q. Favorite punch? I really don't have a favorite punch as I have learned the hard way I like punching in bunches or in combos. I am definitely a "head hunter" in that I loved to punch to the face but I am learning to rob my opponents strength and psyche by banging at their bodies. Q. Personal things such as: where I live, what kind of car I drive, etc. are all answered in my other stories. Not quite sure why so many are curious what kind of car I drive. Q. How I got started in fighting? See story #1 in the bookshelf. Q. How I feel about fighting after Karen beat me? I never have had a stronger desire to fight in my entire life. All I think about now and all I want to do is fight. I have not done gymnastics in a long time and even stopped coaching the young girls I used to. I realize in my soul that I AM A FIGHTER!! All I want to do is fight. I am in love with this sport and will throw down with anyone at any time and YES I will fight Karen again that much I promise. Q. Favorite place to make love? Funny question but then again you guys are not shy to ask me such things. Well, sex is a huge part of my life and I like to think I have made love with enough different men in different places that I am as they say "well diversified, ha ha. To me there is a difference between making love and fucking and I do a good amount of both. I have a number of favorite places, some romantic and some outrageous. Q. How does it feel walking around with this much muscle and what are the reactions from people and tell me you major lifts ... ... this is a few questions all in one I love walking around looking like this. I love my muscles and love being strong. Reactions are for the most part extremely positive. Almost every woman wants my arms so they say and truthfully most men too which is awesome. When they see my 8 pack of abs I have people want to take pictures of them and everyone or almost everyone wants to feel all of my muscles. Naturally I receive a number of requests to arm wrestle which I do a lot of now and as of late I have been dressing more and more to show off my physique. When they find out I have a professional license to box they are all amazed. Lifts? Well, I am very strong from gymnastics and can lift more then most of the men around. Here are some max lifts: I have done 210 on the bench 1x and can do 175 for 8 reps, one arm curls I have maxed out at 50 pounds 1x but can easily and do all the time 30 lbs for 12 reps and multiple sets, can press 130 max but workout with 70 for reps, etc. Q. Is it tough buying clothes? DEFINITLEY. Because I have to be concerned about my arms, back and add on to that I have D cup breasts there are a lot of things I cannot wear. Everything pretty much has to be sleeveless and my legs are big from gymnastics that poses a problem as well. I have been lucky that I have recently been able to afford some custum made things that are a lot of fun Q. Favorite lover ever? Understand I am married to the best man ever, Richard!!!! I love him to death. He is a great human being and I love fucking him and love making love to him and love when he fucks me and when he makes love to me. However, it is no secret I cheat on him. BUT, never with a better lover then him. Confused yet? Ha ha. I was married once before to Jack, who I wrote about in other stories and is a great man I am still VERY close with. After our divorce I "dated" a lot, ha ha ha. One guy I dated, Roy, who lived in Hawaii and was a guitar builder and a 4th degree black belt. Roy had a FABULOUS body. Small at 5"10 with handsome dark features but a body that was awesome. Ripped with body muscles, meaning abs and chest, good arms and legs and the man could fight and fuck- the best ever. He was "well hung" as they say and trust me size matters sometimes. Roy was an amazing lover. For my 25th birthday he took me to St. Maarten and promised me for the 4 days we were going to be there he would fuck me 25 times ... .and he did exactly that. It waS tremendous. He would fuck me first thing in the morning and have me run on the beach for 30 minutes as he slept and I would lift for about 30 minutes and come back to the room when I would wake him up before breakfast and make love again before my shower- the routine was tremendous and tons of fun with a GREAT lover- passionate-strong-amazing hands. I was sore after the vacation but fulfilled. Sore because he was so big inside me and so many times was just the best experience. He was also the only fighter I ever dated for a period of time. Because he was smallish at 5"10 and with his shirt on did not look muscular at all one never knew that he was lethal. Naturally, with my physique I received a lot of attention and back then I admit to dressing a little well slutty is best to say. One day in Vegas some guys approached me at the bar while he was in the mens room and when he came out he told both guys to "fuck off" which was uncalled for but that was Roy. The 2 guys look down at little Roy and told him to fuck off. In a split second he kicks one in the ribs and he goes down and the other was punched to his face and was KO'd cold- IN A SECOND. He grabbed my hand before any bouncer knew what was going on and took me to the room and fucked me so hard and so long and SO rough it was THE BEST SEX OF MY LIFE. It was then I got into rough sex too. So long story short Roy the guitar builder was the best sex. Our bodies together just became one and having him slap me as he fucked me sounds bad but was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Roy was also the first guy who wanted the lights on everytime we made love and that is a tradition I keep to this very day 90% of the time. The point is he wanted to see my body and I wanted to see his as we made love. Nowadays I want to see MY body and I want my lover to see MY body so the lights are on 90% of the time! Q- what does it feel like to knock someone out. Well it is a million times better then I thought it would. It is final, it is brutal, it is forceful, it makes a point, it affects the opponent for the rest of their life as they NEVER forget it and who did it, it drives the point home to them who is better, it makes people respect you, it's total fun, it is poetry seeing them prone unconscious, seeing them flitter their eyes awake is SOOOO HOT, it is the reward for being the better warrior. I love it Q- more about hubby #1 Jack- well like I also say he is a wonderful man. He was a great husband even though the huge age difference. He taught me how to wrestle as everyone knows based on his outstanding collegiate background. No, I was never able to come close to beating him- the man is a rock and still is! He is a wealthy man and is VERY generous to me and my family to this very day. He realized that he could not satisfy me sexually and it was he who "released" me from the marriage so I could pursue younger men. He went as far as hiring TWO men for me on several occasions to satisfy me sexually since he no longer could. I love this man. Q- What is my oldest and youngest lovers in the past few years. Youngest was 20 and oldest was 44. I choked out both. Q. Prefer wrestling or boxing? Well the real answer is I prefer FIST FIGHTING now! Just a fact. Prior to my new life in fist fighting I did not care which way I fought as it depended upon the situation. Most of my wrestling was always around sex for one reason or another vs competitive. As you can see above when bored with a guy or when I just was in a playful mood I would easily choke a guy out- rarely was a real fight. Last real wrestling fight I had was with a woman from the gym and I almost broke her back I swear- long story but just a stupid botox bullshit muscled California type who needed her ass kicked. I had her in a full nelson for like 5 minutes as I pulled her arms and had my knee in her back and when I released her only after she stopped yelling and was reduced to sobbing and moaning I sat on her back and yanked her arms back with all of might- and that is a lot and all I heard was soft sobbing and when I heard nothing I let go and choked her out and left her there like the dead piece of shit she was- another one who never came back to the gym, ha ha ... otherwise boxing I loved for sure but the fist fighting really has a grab on me and I cannot stop thinking about the sounds it makes, fist on skin, and the immediate blood and swelling it causes and knocking someone out bare fisted is just to much! PURE ORGASM MATERIAL ha ha I swear!!!!!!! Q- Are you happy? No, I am thrilled with my life. Professionally proud and satisfied, have the best husband and kids. Athletically, I am in a new place with the fist fighting and I cannot wait to wakeup each and every morning to stare at my physique and look forward to training and CAN NOT WAIT FOR MY NEXT FIGHT. Right now everything is good. Q Measurements, best lifts and all of that are in my other stories Q. tell me about your crazy emails, nice one's, interesting one's etc. Well that will be to long an answer but I will copy and paste one that I received about 4 month's ago that was interesting. Interesting because there was no "hi Carmen" no name of the person who signed it and I thought it was sweet and kind but clearly someone who was a little scared to approach me. So here ya go. You may find this email strange in some ways, however, I feel compelled to write something after seeing you several times both in and out of the gym. I am not your typical guy I am sure of that. You would probably call me a nerd as a matter of fact based on my height and weight, lack of muscles and glasses. I joined the gym naturally to get back in shape but that is neither here not there. I first saw you while I was walking from the weight room to the pool area but took the scenic route through the boxing gym. There I noticed a small crowd of 46 people ( I counted) standing around watching someone hit the heavy bag. I thought I would check it out since so many people were staring and pointing and taking pictures with their cell phones. There you were, grunting loudly with each punch. Here is what I saw. A woman like I never saw before. From the back I saw What I never saw before- a woman with a perfect V shape, perspiration pouring off each defined muscle that flexed and moved with each grunting powerful punch as her trainer screamed messages in Spanish. From the front your abdominals were as clear as an anatomical chart through a sweat soaked yellow tank top. Your vascular arms and biceps looked gigantic compared to anyone I know, men included, as the sweat poured off them too and the loud echoing noise of your gloves hitting the bag was frankly mesmerizing. When you stopped, after I found out was 5 separate 5 minute sessions you stood and faced us and received a spontaneous applause which I joined in on. I walked away after that but had and still have that vision in my head. The following week I walked into the pool area to do some laps and saw people looking in one direction where I naturally had to look and there you were again. Looking 100% different this time. Surrounded by 4 men and 3 attractive women there you stood in a black bikini but not looking nearly as muscular and "scary" as when you were hitting that big bag. You looked lean and muscular and I watched you and when you laughed those already very visable abdominal muscles contracted and I have to say was very sexy- pardon me. You still looked like you could bend a metal bar but with your hair down and wearing that small bikini you looked feminine or I should say more feminine. I have to say you are blessed with a very large chest, again excuse me, where I always thought fighters were all flat chested. The last time I saw you I got so tongue tied I thought I was a 12 year old boy because I really wanted to say something to you. It was at the "DELI PLACE" as it is called. This was the last Sunday in July as I recall. You walked in wearing a powder blue top that had no sleeves and your abs were showing because of the way the top was cut off or designed and were wearing jeans and sneakers. To say everyone stopped and stared would be exactly accurate and by the way the people greeted you it was clear you ere there before. I stood in the back and watched you without trying to stare to much. Seeing you reach up to the counter I saw those same back muscles again and your arms looked amazing and like I said you are blessed on top. I don't know if you actually fight much but by the look of things you looked stronger then any body in that deli and then some. Very impressed by what you accomplished physically. You also have a beautiful friendly smile and if I can take the pool as an example you laugh a lot to which is pretty cool. I prefer not to give my name or anything or appear like a stalker since I see everyone staring and pointing at you anyway. Keep up the good work and you are amazing. I thought that was a sweet email by a nice guy but have no idea who he is. My next story will be a DETAILED account of my last fist fight VS Jeffrey- I will use full names and FULL details which may offend some but what can you do. A shout out to my man CB who has become my friend and mentor Love to all Carmen PS- the bizarre questions, such as: do I piss on my men, make them kiss my feet, carry them, do I use a vibrator, spankings, details about siblings and parents, bar fights (never ever would I) , and some REALLY weird shit ... .I will not answer at all.