Karen the boxer returns


Hi everyone," Karen the boxer" here, live and in person.  For those who don't
know me, I have appeared here many times with the last several stories written
by my X #2. You all have seen my pictures on different sites and magazines over
the years.   Currently living in S. Florida, formerly NYC and born in Israel. 
Been boxing for the past.... well let's say been boxing for decades.  Including
fistfighting, some MMA but I am a pure boxer, that's my thing.  I stand almost
5'9'' and weigh around 161lbs and have ALWAYS been  trying to gain weight. The
161 is a HUGE HUGE increase over my usual 138-143 pounds.  Over the past two
years or so I finally found/hired the right people to add some more meat on
these bones and gradually added about 20lbs of muscle to my frame.  The result
is slightly less definition which is fine but this is the weight I ALWAYS
yearned for my entire life.  My measurements did not change much except my
biceps are bigger than ever which I kinda like even though buying clothes is
even harder nowadays with this physique.  But I am punching SO damn hard now it
is AWESOME BEYOND BELIEF.  Totally love it.  Not that I was already spending a
lot of time in the mirror posing for myself and for others but now it is off the
hook. I look at myself now and cannot believe my body, it's like holy shit Karen
look how big you are....finally!!!  My husband even bought me special license
plate that says "FINALLY 160+" Everytime I see myself I still cannot believe
it.  I even got into wrestling ( light stuff- like bedroom stuff) with my extra
weight.  In fact there is a guy on Long Island in NY who I choked out 7x, yes
SEVEN times in a row with more ease than I could have imagined. This is a guy,
nice guy, with whom I communicated with over the years and on a recent trip back
to NY I agreed to see him and after some conversation and then some posing we
wrestled-  sweet guy and feeling his body go limp each time was super fun I have
to admit.He always claimed he was not a boxer but would do anything to wrestle
me......lol after 7 bouts of being stone cold limp and unconscious I allowed him
to jerkoff in front of me 3x and we left as friends and I still speak with him
on the phine now.   Anyway,....  Everyone was always amazed at my natural
strength but now I lift heavier, punch harder, carry more ( have so many GREAT
stories of people volunteering to carry packages for me and then flip when they
see me carrying everything with ease and of course I flex for them afterwards). 
Plus the new muscle and weight and size of my arms creates a frenzy now in
public places.  In fact I went to a ALLman Bros outdoor concert recently and was
able to wear a bikini to and jeans a lot of the day since it was so damn hot and
lets say I receied a LOT of attention, lol, a real lot so much that they put two
security guards near me at all times bc of the crowds my physique caused
epsecially among these young people.   I have natural KO power in either hand,
have competed as an amateur bodybuilder before the steroid era, and in the past
5 yrs have done strength, physique and figure contests and always finish in the
top 10 VS women literally half my age.  Been married three times and
this current one is the last.  I have ALWAYS cheated on my men, ALWAYS,  and
usually have beaten the hell out of them too but have turned over a new leaf
with #3. My measurements are 39 1/2 B to B+- 28-34, I have rather muscular
with 14.4 inch biceps flexed, VERY VERY deep 8 pack which is my best muscle
group and whereas the 8 pack was ALWAYS on display at 139ish pounds now you can
still see a muscular ab but need to flex for one to see the 8 pack, vascular to
some degree and ADORE showing off my body with sexy outfits and nothing is more
favorite to me than boxing.  I am addicted to it, born to do it, live for it,
train my ass off for it and knocking someone unconscious is simply orgasmic,
still after all of these years . I fight very often VS men and women under
certain specific guidelines and when I do it is FULL CONTACT, no headgear, etc.
And still nothing excites me more than MY own body.  Note, to those who know me
a long time, I still have not cheated on or beaten my current husband.  LOL Yes
a record I know but I am committed to this wonderful man who is 11 years my
junior and NOT a fighter.  AND, anyone wants a picture or two email me at
karzo1@aol.com.
 
I was convinced to write about a recent fight I had with a couple from nearby
Arizona who have been harassing me for sometime.  They have come to my private
and public matches always challenging me to a fight and have sent scores of
emails to me demanding yes demanding a fight with me. They are a married couple
who both work fulltime in a bar they own near Phoenix and have been fighting for
8 years.  She is 27 years old standing 5'6 and weighing the same as me.  A
former Golden Glove winner in 2 states and a "power lifter" while in High School
and continued that and gymnastics in junior college.  My research showed she is
a brawler, powerful but sloppy and is known to tire and also knocking the fuck
out of both sexes. He, besides being one ugly SOB stands just 5'8ish and weighs
just 160lbs.  Muscular and lean with decent speed but not the best jaw in town. 
Both seemed, besides really stupid, fearless and their boxing reputation on the
underground circuit  was fairly decent.  Their emails tuned vile and mean over
time picking apart my body with the following comments and I quote:
 
I) Your 8 pack abs are gross and we will beat them until you are begging us to
stop
 
ii) Your fake tits will be broken by my fists ( NOTE- nothing about this body is
fake, enhanced or has ever been changed)
 
iii) Your muscles mean zippo to us you fake bitch
 
iv) Your fake teeth will be broken ( see above)
 
v) Your money and looks will not save you in the ring verses real fighters like
us
 
vi) I will beat you like you owe me money and then fuck your ugly man like he
deserves to be by a real woman and then I will have my man cum all over your
face
 
Anway, the rest is pointless as I was pissed off and ready to break these two
and send them back to whatever trailer park they came from. The final straw was
that the wife beat up two people who are close to me.  The first was a planned
fistfight, yes bare knuckles with a dear friend Shelly.  I would have never
permitted Shelly to fight her but anyway it happened and poor Shelly was beaten
to a pulp.  She needed 12 stitches above each eye and looked like hell warmed
over in the hospital.  She was also raped by this woman. Shelly was only
fighting 2 years and came from a non-athletic background.  She developed fast
despite all of that and had wonderful stamina and sh had balls.  She won her
first fight in 12 seconds via KO and then lost her next two but won 7 after that
all by TKO or KO.  The final piece was she beat her older obnoxious brother half
to death in front of the whole class one night after he said some dumb macho
comments about her boxing.  I had to stop it at a TKO even though he deserved to
be KO'd becaus ehe was not only getting his face punched in she was talking shit
to him that was so mean spirited the poor guy was bleeding/crying and getting
his sorry ass kicked in front of a class of 23 women I felt bad for him so I
just hugged him and called off the fight and he sobbed on my shoulder in front
of everyone.  So Shelly thought she was better than she was and therefore i
would have NEVER allowed her to fight bare fisted with an experienced strong
brawler who outweighed her by 30 lbs but now Shelly will learn.  The other was
big Harry as we called him.  Fact is he is just 5'6 and although he trains in
the gym he is not a real good fighter.  All I can say is he was KO'd TWICE in
one 4 hour period and became their slave for 6 days in Arizona- that's all I
will say about that out of respect for Big Harry We agreed to fight in my gym in
Florida and in front of a decent sized crowd of about 250 people.  We agreed on
12 oz gloves, 10 rounds, each 3 minutes and a knockout must be 20 seconds
instead of 10.  If after 10 rounds nobody quit or was KO'd than if agreed we can
continue fighting.  I would fight the woman first and than the husband.  I was
cool with everything.
 
Fight Day- 11AM on a Sunday.  There were 4 other fights scheduled with women
from my boxing class VS men who worked out in the gym  Long story short, my
girls won the first two by decision including a broken nose from one schlub
however, VERY sadly, the lat two were knocked out cold which did not make me
happy.  One of these women I had a lot of hope for and 3 months before this she
KO'd her hubby in front of the class and had him crying like a baby boy. 
Anyway, I expelled both women for being lazy with their left jabs and sticking
their chins out and being knocked out in front of the crowd.  Both women had to
spend 2 nights with their victors as pretty much sex slaves---part of the deal
 
My fight started at 1PM-  I was SO fucking ready (excuse the language). I wore
white gloves, white sportsbra and white shorts and boxing shoes.  I was in a
TOTAL sopping deep sweat by the time I got to the ring from warming up.  Totally
psyched and focused.  Already my muscles were pumped and flexed from the warm
ups.  I got into the ring as everyone cheered me.  Nancy strolled into the ring
wearing all red and a tanktop VS a sportsbra that hid her nice jiggling
blubber.  Remember we are the same weight, actually she weighed in at 169 to my
my 161 but I am a lot taller.  That being said I know the girl can fight, can
KO, is tough and can take a punch so her blubber was a reflection of her por
eating habits and maybe genetics instead of any lack of muscle or weakness. 
Nonetheless she looked like crap.  We were brought together in the middle of the
ring by the ref to listen to instructions and we gave each other a good stare
down.  Neither of us was intimidated which is rare for me since most of my
opponents are intimidated by my reputation and physique but not her.  I could
not wait.
 
Rd 1-  We walked at each other and she ate 3 HARD jabs to her face, square in
her face- tough girl and she did not blink.  She tried some bobbing and weaving
but did not throw anything and I landed some glancing blows as she did her
thing.  I circled her peppering her face with a 4 punch combo- each punch harder
than the one before and all landed perfectly to her jaw and face.  She managed
to land some blows on my arms and shoulders but I kept her at a good distance
with my jab that was landing nicely.  After about a minute her nose had a slight
bleed and then I landed a strait right with great leverage that hurt her
some.Maybe a slight knee buckle and a slight stagger backwards but like I knew
this girl could take a shot.  She managed to land a wild overhand right to my
chin but I was moving away so no damage.  I spun her around and she was stuck
against the ring post and I landed a 7 punch combo--right hook and left hook to
her ribs, uppercut to her abs, left hook to her jaw and 3 jabs.....she was hurt
but NOT  nearly as bad as 75% of the women I fight who would have gone down or
run for the hills.  I backed away about a foot to check her condition and she
lunged at me with her right but it just hit the air.  Nothing else happened for
a while as we both missed with some punches. Three more jabs created a good
blood flow from her nose but she was not badly hurt and DING round ends.  She
shoved and cursed me before ref stepped in. I was impressed with her fighting
skills I have to say.
 
Rd2- I was doing well in my corner  As I stood up for the next round I felt my
nipples tighten as a result of: knowing everyone was looking at me, feeling
SOOOO strong and sexy and in control, the cold water being poured on my head and
down my top in my corner and just feeling so good seeing my husband in the first
row- he turns me on so much.
 
As she walked towards me I do not see any blood from her nose.  I was sopping
wet from sweat and water and she looked a little haggard from absorbing some
power shots.  She was brave I give her that.  She tried to get inside and pound
away at my body, which would have been useless anyway since my core is and
always has been ROCK solid.  She did land a few blows to the center of my abs
but like I said they were useless.  I timed her nicely with a right uppercut as
she tried to attack my body and dropped her for a few seconds- she took the 8
and got back up but it was clear I had her number.  Look she is a good fighter
and could totally fuck up 90% of the people walking around but the 10%, like me,
she was outclassed.  Slow and plodding was fun to beat on. After I dropped her
she came at me hard, throwing from all different angles and she connected on 3
very good shots to my jaw but I held my own and in the last 27 seconds of the
round I used her face as a pi##ata.  In those seconds I landed 7 power shots and
8 jabs.  The power shots were good ones and my left hook had her glassy eyed but
not enough time to put her fat ass away plus quite honestly, I was having fun
and was looking forward to breaking something, a nose a jaw an orbit bone and
dishing out a good show and severe beating to her.
 
Rd 3- It was a very easy fight so far although I sensed some swelling under my
left eye.  After reviewing the video I am ALMOST positive it was from a head
butt.......but "whatever".  She got off her stool with her usual vigor but
looked like she was....beaten up.  This time I ran over to her and shocked her
with a hard overhand looping right that dropped her like a sack of shit- which
she is.  On one hand I was snot happy bc I did want to abuse her for some more
rounds but also disappointed that I did not knock her out cold.  The bitch could
absorb a lot.  She got up but was maybe 70% of what she was in Rd 1.  So I went
to work and jabbed her face and body almost non stop for the next three
minutes.  Purposely not using my right at full force.  She was gasping for air
and I was having fun seeing her face distort from the swelling, her nose bleed
like a river into her fat mouth and just enjoying my new weight, my new muscles
and power and in total control.  She missed 90% of her wild punches and when the
round ended she did not shove me or curse as she knew at THIS VERY moment
exactly what I was doing which was SLOWLY breaking her down, SLOWLY humiliating
her and she knew like I knew I was going to knock her out and likely hospitalize
her for a few days in front of a lot of people.  As you all know, since I have
had THREE different people, 2 women and a guy, who beat me and KO'D me over the
past several years and how they described what they did to me- not to mention
they all gave away free the videos of those fights- that I have been on the
losing ed myself over the years and I knew like she knew exactly what was
happening.
 
In between this round I posed and chatted with everyone which is also very
humiliating to the opponent.
 
Rd 4- Her face was disfigured by now.  Her nose was flattened against her ugly
face, left eye shut and purple, her lips swollen and the top one oozing blood
and she looked like hell.  I had some light swelling by my right eye and really
nothing else.  She walked at me with her hands a drop low screaming PUNCH ME.  I
did!!  The next 18 seconds was no different than me hitting a heavybag.  I
started with a right hook that was not flush but still hurt her and knocked out
her mouthpiece, followed by a left hook to her ribs, right uppercut to her belly
that made her make a fucking weird noise and I saw her whole body wilt like an
old flower, so I put my left glove on her forehead and she was frozen in pain
from the uppercut so I delivered a sweet 3 punch left jab to her eyes and
followed that up with my patented and lethal right hook as she was bent over in
pain and face first she fell and not a muscle was moving- stone cold
unconscious- and I mean dead out with her left glove under her chest.  The ref
and the crowd in unison counted to 20 as I sat on the ropes posing for
everyone.  She was gone in the first minute of the round.
 
I took off my sportsbra to do what I do very well which is pose and showoff. 
Her husband and the doctors were in the ring and turned her fat ass over to make
sure she was OK. I then walked over with a battery powered razor and shaved her
already short hair bald!  She barely had the energy to resist and her husband
knew better to try anything since he was well aware the victor get's their way
and if ANYONE reading this knows me, shaving her head is mild compared to what I
have done to people like this.It would have MY PLEASURE to drop elbows into her
neck and spine if she did resisit but unfortunatley she took her humiliation
like a warrior and layed there like the beaten to a pulp piece of shit she was
and is and allowed me to do what I wanted to her as I mounted her back and front
topless showing off my power, my strength, my muscles as I love to do.  She was
fine but did spend 1 day in the hospital.  Sadly, NOTHING broken which sucks but
so it goes.  I was scheduled to fight her asshole husband in 3 hours which gave
me time for a massage/shower/water/food and rest as well as time to fuck my
husband 2x which I did.
 
 
I even took a 20 minute nap!!  So after all of this rest and a shower I started
to get ready for the next fight. I wore all black for this one, black sportsbra,
black trunks, black 12 oz gloves and black boxing shoes.  He wore red shorts and
gloves.
 
I was VERY excited for this fight since we were about the same weight and I knew
his wife was tougher than him. And that fight was easy!!!! Also what excited me
was the crowd was in a frenzy plus he had to defend his wife's pride and his or
Lord knows what he was in for at home.
 
RD 1- He was very tentative as he walked towards me.  Keeping a long distance
between us that precluded either one of us of doing anything.  He was RUNNING
away from me!!!!!!!!!  The crowd was booing him as I kept on waving for him to
COME FIGHT.  The ref stopped us and said FIGHT!!!!!  I was inching closer and
closer but he was on his bicycle.  The entire round I was barely able to reach
him with a few jabs and he threw literally 3 punches in the air the entire
round.  I was furious.  In between rounds the ref walked to his corner and told
him either fight or quit.  In my corner I told then to take off my
sportsbra!!!!!!  My thoughts were to : 1 ) embarrass him, 2) showoff my breasts
( yes I know they are just a B cup), 3) get some energy into this fight and 4)
fighting topless is something that is so raw I LOVE IT and if I could have gone
bare knuckles too that would have been awesome.
 
Rd 2- I stood in the center of the ring and played with my breasts as  I rubbed
the gloves on them and flexed my biceps and motioned for him to fight as I
called him every name in the book.  The crowd was booing and laughing at him as
I closed the distance and started to land some jabs to his face and then got
lucky with an uppercut to his jaw that dropped him.  So here I am in ROUND TWO
and I only threw a few punches and already dropped him.  He took a 5 count to
get up but finally put him in the fight mode. I felt so powerful, so sexy, just
so fucking strong as I looked down at my breasts and saw the sweat pour down my
chest, feeling my biceps and tricpeps swell and knowing that so many people were
watching me use what G-d gave me, this power and the skill I developed and the
feel of my fists in the gloves....I could have had an orgasm in a second as the
ref put his big hand on my chest and pushed me away as he counted.  Seeing that
special ook of fear in my opponents eyes as he stared into mine and we both knew
it was ME who was the warrior, ME who had the muscle and power to put that
mother fucker into a new world, a world of unconsciousness and pain.  He finally
stood up and the ref asked if he was able to continue.  Lord knows he was able
but was he willing.  I was in the corner and taken with myself, my body is a
machine of destruction, of focus, of power and SO ready to show off.  I walked
towards him and he cowered in the corner and covered up as I rained blows, body
blows mostly and heard him yelp in pain as I used ALL of my new muscles and
weight to destroy his body in the remaining time.  When the bell rang and the
ref stepped in between us he sagged to the mat unable or unwilling to move.  The
bell CANNOT save you.  He stayed there for 34 seconds and was helped to his
stool as my corner poured cold water over my head and that made my nipples ROCK
hard as it dripped down my chest.  I felt like a million doallrs and stood up
and posed for the crowd.
 
Rd 3- It was show time and I did not want it to end.  I wanted to punish and
destroy and shut him and his wife up and punish them for their emails and
following me around goading me to fight them.  Time to abuse his body and mind. 
I walked over to him with my hands by my side begging him, humiliating him to
throw a punch at my unprotected body or face.  He tried but missed badly and
when he did I had him eat a HARD HARD jab each time.  I saw what I have seen
countless times, tears in his eyes.  Yes, tears in a grown man, a fighter as he
was being publicly humiliated and beaten and unable to defend his wife or his
self worth as a topless woman beat the fuck out of this worthless huamn being. 
Jab after jab landed squarely in his face with enough power ( about 50%) to
hurt, to swell, to disfigure but not enough to knock him ot since I wanted to
fuck with him a lot more.  He landed a punch here and there as I dared him to
hit my abs and he did, but never came close to hurting me as the look in his
face as his gloves bounced off my strongest body part, my rock hard abs, just
defleated him more.  By the time the round ended, like his disfigured wife
before, he too had swelling in both eyes, beat red face, swelled lips and the
beauty of red marks on his ribs from my pounding.
I was drenched in sweat as always but frresh and happy.  So close to orgasm it
was crazy as I stood in between rounds and flexed and shadow boxed for the crowd
that was going wild at this point.  I looked over as they worked on him as he
was sucking in air
 
Rd 4- Right before the bell the ref said he would stop the fight if this round
goes the same way and "stop fucking around and either knock him out or not"  so
I had no choice.  I started circling him with passion now and landed 9 hard jabs
to his face and he started backing up and i chased him and with a long straight
right to his chin dropped him for 9 seconds.  When he got up he stayed in the
corner scared to get out and fight and I knew it was time.  Iwalked over and he
landed his best 2 punch combo of the day, a left right to nmy face that coaught
me flush but did not hurt me. I faked my left jab and landed my patented right
hook, flat footed and with enough tourque to knock out a real man VS this faggot
pussy loud mouthed piece of shit.  He crumbled to the ground and fell face first
off the ring post with his hands extended and not movng and the ref jumped in
and I know would have just aclled it right there but he knew the crowd would
have rioted, lol, I swear, so he and the crowd counted to 20 and then waved his
hands.  My husband was in the ring in a second and hoisted me up and carried me
around the ring.....it was FABULOUS I have to say.  Wonderful moment as I stood
there and the doctors worked on him.  I knew he would be better off than his
ugly wife since she absorbed a lot more blows.  Charlie dried me off a little as
I went to each side of the ring and posed and allowed everyone to take their
pics.  I looked over and he wa son a stool being looked at.  I was not sure how
to humiliate him and the days of raping my opponents are gone since I have been
with Charlie ( remember, no chaeating on him and no using my fists on him
either) so I had him crawl around the ENTIRE ring three times as people video
taped it and took their pics.  Then I had him kiss and suck my feet as I posed
and used the microphone to verbally abuse him which was AWESOME and then had him
strip down naked as I gave him the mike and told him to talk to all of us.  This
was pretty outrageous and believe it or not was the first time I ver did this. 
For about 5 plus minutes he praised me and cried, and Lord knows I LOVE LOVE
LOVE watching him cry with that swollen face and slurred speaech after being
knocked the fuck out.  AWESOME.  Admitting how powerful and beautiful I am,
talking about my body made my pussy wet I swear to G-d, and apologizing for ever
thinking he or his ugly slut of a wife could compete with me.  He eventually
broke down hysterical crying with his last words being  " I am sorry Karen"  as
the crowd was laughing their asses off and yelling horrible things at him as he
did all of this STOCK NAKED in front of everyone.  Very much a special moment in
my life.
 
You all can imagine what I carried on with Charlie afterwards.  Just amazing. 
So here ya have it.
Love and shalom, Karen  karzo1@aol.com
 
PS- I know I will receive some nice comments and questions and also know I will
receive so incredibly hate filled emails from people I beatup, family members of
these people, etc.  Do what you like, at this age none of that bothers me, been
there and done that and then some.  Want to schedule a real fight? Here are the
paramters:
 
1- no money involved for either of us
2- Men under 175 if trained and experienced, men under 250 if not trained as a
fighter.  Dont bother telling me you played football or any other sport since
BOXING is the only one that applies
3- Women, any size or shape or experience and yes including current or former
professional boxers
4- Boxing only
5- full contact, NO headgear.
6- Will consider bare fisted
7- Most likely all fights will be here in S. Florida but will entertain other
venues
8- All fights public............but, lol, under certain situations will
entertain private
9- All fights will be filmed as I have been documenting my fights for a long
time. A copy to you of course
10- NO posting of any of these fights on youtube or any other social media
11- EVERYONE, no matter who you are or think you are, signs a lengthy NON
NEGOTIABLE waiver
12- Read # 11 again
13- All opponents are subject to a medical checkup first by a Board Certified
cardiologist of your choice.  If mine does it there is no cost, if yours does it
you pay them,
14- Before we fight we agree, in writing and on film, how far either of us can
go in the aftermath of the fight.  Sometimes just a fight and sometimes a lot
more- we discuss and agree
15- I supply a ref in all cases