Karen's Road Trip 
By Karen 
Karen fights her way out of a roadside bar.



Hi! My name is Karen and I have a story to share with you about a fight 
that I was in about three years ago. I have told so many friends about 
it that I know it by heart now. But first a little history...

I have always been into sports, particularly cycling, weight training 
and martial arts. When I was six, my father enrolled me in a Tae Kwon 
Do school in our home town in Pennsylvania. I was hooked! Since then I 
have earned a third degree black belt and have entered some 
tournaments. After moving to New York City, I felt the urge to train 
again, but I could not find any schools that I liked. So instead I 
enrolled myself in a Thai kickboxing school. 

It became quite clear to me that this would be much more useful as a 
self-defense tool than Tae Kwon Do. I had studied at this school for 
almost two years before the "incident".

I was driving down to New Orleans to visit a friend from Penn State. 
She had moved there after finishing school to be closer to her 
boyfriend. When I travel, I have the habit of always taking back-roads 
because I like driving on twisty roads and the monotony of the highway 
tends to put me to sleep behind the wheel. Besides, I had a sports car 
and that's what I was supposed to do, right?

I was in Tennessee when I decided to stop and get a soda from this 
little dive on a town road. When I walked in I noticed that there were 
two guys, a bartender and four women, all watching a game on the TV It 
was turned up quite loud, so I decided not to stay long.

When I walked by the bar, one of the guy's jaws just dropped. I guess 
he liked what he saw. I think I'm attractive and I'm in great shape. 
I'm 5'6" and 125lbs. I had logged well over 2,000 cycling miles that 
summer and had spent a lot of time in the gym. I was wearing a snug 
fitted sleeveless crop- top and very short denim shorts. After all, I 
was driving nine hours and I wanted to be comfortable. Being fitted, 
the crop- top followed the curves of my 34BB's as well as showing my 
tight, washboard tummy. My muscular legs had no where to hide either. 
Bucking my usual athletic shoe habit, I was wearing leather lace-up 
booties.

Well he just kept staring, finally letting out a "Damn!" with his 
southern drawl. His girl finally smacked his jaw shut from the bottom. 
"Ow! Shit Therese, what you tryin' ta do?" I thought that was funny, so 
I couldn't help but smile.

"Keep yer fuckin mouth shut and yer eyes ta yerself!" she barked at 
him. She then gave me the evil eye, then the finger! Sheesh, what did I 
do? Well she kept glaring at me while I was stretching out from the 
drive, making me feel a little uncomfortable. I decided to make a pit 
stop, then leave. I made sure to lock the bathroom door behind me. 

When I opened the bathroom door, Ms. "trailer-trash" was right outside 
of it. She requested my company in an adjoining room. Great, I thought. 
I'm going to deck her, then end up in jail in this hole and no one will 
ever find me. I decided that a confrontation in private might be easier 
to sneak away from than going at it right there where everyone would 
see. I side-stepped into the room, never taking my eyes off of her.

The room looked like a place where they served dinner at one time. Now 
there were just boxes and extra tables. I asked her if we could talk 
about this and she said, "I'm gonna have some fun with you, Yank! Oh, 
don't worry about the gals, I told um to gimme ten minutes." 

OK, ten minutes was more than enough to drop this bitch. She was bigger 
than I was, about 5'8", with a decent figure and big boobs. She was 
wearing jeans and a tank-top with no bra. She had on a beat up pair of 
athletic shoes. I got into my fighting stance and she just giggled. 
"You won't be giggling long," I thought. 

When I'm in a serious fight I follow no rules and I know no gender. 
Competition has made me cold and I feel no remorse. I think nothing of 
damaging eyes, throats, or bashing knees joints. If I have the 
opportunity, I will not hesitate to kick a woman's groin and I know 
where her ovaries and kidneys are. My goal is to render my opponent 
unconscious or helpless as quickly as possible and I don't ease up 
until that goal is reached.

Trailer trash began with a windmilling right, which I easily blocked, 
landing a right straight of my own solidly to her left cheek. She went 
down. "Well, the little cunt can throw a punch!" she said as she rose 
to her feet. I quickly moved in and got in a right-left combo that sent 
her down again. I backed away quickly. I work best at punching and 
kicking range and besides, I couldn't afford to catch a stray kick 
between the legs (I say "stray" because I've found that without 
experience or some kind of other knowledge, most women only think of 
men's crotches as being targets). 

She rose slowly, bleeding from the lip. I hopped in and jabbed at her 
face. She lifted her guard and I sunk two blows deep into her soft 
belly. She staggered back into a buffet style table, holding her gut 
and I threaded a hard uppercut to her chin that lifted her up and drove 
her against the edge of the table. I was ready to finish her off when 
two of the other girls came through the door. I thought she said TEN 
minutes!

Seeing a possible three against one situation, I needed to even the 
odds. My first victim was arched backwards against the table, facing 
me. Removing her first seemed logical. I drove a viciously hard kick 
into her groin with the toe of my boot. I used to break boards with my 
feet in class, so she didn't have much of a chance. She yelled loudly 
and flopped forward holding the front of her jeans, then curled up on 
the floor moaning and trying to breathe.

The two friends came at me. One was a skinny girl, about my height, 
with long, black, curly, greasy, hair wearing jeans and a tee shirt. 
The other was a bleach blond with her hair in a pony tail. She was a 
little shorter than I and she was wearing very tight, short, cotton 
spandex shorts and a tee shirt tied in a knot. Her shorts were light 
gray and hiked up into her crotch. I could see the entire outline of 
her pubic area and the center seam rode slightly up between her lips. I 
remember thinking "How sleazy!".

The blond was the first to come forward. Looking at her crotch, I 
repeated my last move and kicked hard. The toe of my boot sank deep 
into her mound. The kick stopped her dead in her tracks. Screaming her 
head off, she went down instantly. She never got up for the rest of the 
fight. Now it was one-on-one and it looked like greasy hair was having 
second thoughts. Fortunately for her, the fourth girl burst in, drawing 
my attention. 

This girl was tall. She reminded me of the actress in the movie 
Showgirls (which, by the way, I never saw). She was about 5'10" and she 
was wearing a short and fluffy dark colored floral skirt which came 
halfway down her thigh. On top she had a black halter top. I moved 
around so I could see all four of them. The first two were no threat 
and greasy-hair looked more scared than anything as she tended to the 
still whining blonde. 

"It's just you and me," she said and she started with a left hook. I 
stepped back and it missed but she pulled it back quickly. I thought, 
"oh, no, this one can fight." We danced around jabbing at each other 
`til I thought, "what am I doing? The boyfriends could be in here any 
minute!" 

I stepped in and fired a left-right combo that was way too fast for her 
to block. Her head snapped around and she brought her arm up to cover. 
I doubled her over with a hard right to the stomach and when her guard 
came down I followed up with a palm strike to the nose. Blood sprayed 
all over her face. While she was holding her face I came down low and 
sunk another right into her lower abdomen just inside of her left hip 
bone. My intent was to find her left ovary, which I did. I've found 
that if one gets bruised, you feel it every time you get hit below the 
ribcage.

"Ugh, you BITCH!" she hollered as she doubled over again. I was feeling 
like this was almost over, so I moved in for the kill with some knees 
to the face. Surprising me she came up swinging. I dodged her attempted 
left to my face, but she hammered my left breast with her right fist. 
That HURT! I rarely go for breasts because I've found that it's 
difficult to incapacitate a woman that way. I staggered back and my 
temper flared. She came at me again, but I side-stepped and she went 
flying against the buffet table, farther down from her friend. I 
decided that this was the time to end this. As she rose, I nailed her 
it the base of her skull. She bent over on the table holding her head. 
Her legs were slightly farther apart that shoulder width and her butt 
was up in the air. I quickly drove my right foot hard into her groin 
and she let out this horrible sound. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone. It was the first bitch. "You 
little CUNT!" she screamed, swinging wildly. I dodged her swing but she 
kept following me around, windmilling. Finally I brought my foot up to 
kick. She dropped her hands to protect her groin, but she chose the 
wrong target. The sole of my boot connected solidly with her jaw, 
sending her sprawling. 

By now the tall girl had come to her senses and was headed my way 
screaming, "I CAN"T BELEIVE YOU KICKED MY PUSSY, YOU LITTLE HO." 
Unfortunately for her, it wasn't over. She swung twice and missed. She 
then tried to execute a kick with her left foot obviously aimed at my 
groin. I hopped back and trapped her left foot in my hands about waist 
level. 

"Let go of my foot, you bitch. Let go of it so I can fuck up you're 
pussy." I didn't think so. I raised her leg, careful not to knock her 
off balance and, with my right leg I fired a kick as hard as I possibly 
could, toe first, of course, into my primary target. As the toe of my 
boot sank into her groin, I felt it glance off of her pubic bone and 
continue deep into her vaginal tissue. Expecting her to scream, I was 
surprised to hear just grunt. She went down in a heap, unconscious. 
That was my first KO from a groin kick. My toe hurt from the kick and I 
looked down and noticed that the tip of my white boot was bloody from 
the soft tissue damage I had inflicted.

I looked around frantically for my purse. I found it then bounded for 
the door. I sped past the rednecks, still entranced by the TV. I was 
very sweaty from the whole ordeal and I'm sure my hair was a mess. As I 
passed, one of them muttered, "what's the matter babe, those girls 
scare you?" 

HA! Just wait until they look in that room! I jumped into my car and 
got out of there like I was being shot off an aircraft carrier! I got 
to the first turn and almost lost it because I didn't realize I was 
going 70. I cooled off after a couple of miles and proceeded to my 
friend Darlene's house. When I got there she looked at me and said, "oh 
my, You have a scratch on your shoulder, how did you do that?" I 
finally told her the whole story the next day.

Well, that's the end of my story. I hope you like it, because that was 
the only time something like that ever happened to me and hopefully, it 
will be the last. I hope you don't think I'm cheap or crude because of 
the way I fight, but in a tough situation, I use what works for me. 
Thanks for giving me the chance to tell my story.



Smiles :) Karen