Boxing Tournament




This is another true life story of my boxing life.  Feel free to comment
to karzo1@aol.com.  I will respond Only to the sane, sweet and nice
people.  Additionally, please feel free to read my other stories at my
bookshelf Karen The Boxer. I will not tell you the names of these women
since this tournament just ended and I do not have nor asked for their
permission, however, if you  guess correctly, I will confirm. Also, the
Carly fight has not been scheduled yet.  She is on  my list.
 
I fight, among other places, in these private tournaments, sponsored by
this one gentleman I know for years.  They are exceptionally well run,
safe, and high class environments that include many styles of fighting
and go from men Vs men to mixed to fem Vs fem. recently he called me to
determine my interest in participating in a really small private tourney
in Mendham, New Jersey.  I had to fight just four women over four days,
all boxing, 12 rds with 2 min per but the kicker for me was the money was
unheard of.  I would be guaranteed 35K plus "tips" and the location he
promised was first class. I donate 100% of my monies to Jewish charities
and could not say no to this. I agreed and told my hubby I was going and
he had to stay home to watch our baby.
 
The setting was the most amazing house I have ever been in.  Over 15,000
square feet of beauty.  The waterfall in their hallway was big enough to
float a canoe on, all marble, butlers and servants and an indoor and
outdoor pool, 12 acres....... amazing.  They had a separate room that had
a regulation gym and seats for 75 people.  They invited 40 people too
watch the fights.  Among the invitees included: several retired
professional kickboxers and boxers, professional fitness people, some
girls I heard of and knew of who are just accomplished fighters. 
Bottom-line is there were 3 "divisions" and all I had to do in a perfect
world was beat 4 to win the whole thing- by the time everyone fought
whomever in their division that's all I needed to do.
 
Fight 1- I fought a professional fitness model who is consistently in the
top 5 worldwide.  This southern Belle had my stats but was 12 years
younger, more or less, had twin boys age 4, and supposedly had
experience.  I'll give her that she was beautiful and had a great great
body.  She brought with her a GORGEOUS husband, lol both of whom had big
mouths and bragged about her like she was the second coming.  Before our
fight and in the ring she grabbed the mike and said the following" I am
the strongest and most beautiful women here as we all know, I plan on
knocking out each woman I face and punishing them for even thinking they
can compete against someone as beautiful and strong as me, I will punish
them with these- she held up her gloves- and humiliate each one b/c no
woman can compete with these-she flexed her biceps.  Now I am 10 feet
away listening to this mental midget with her southern accent spew this
bulllshit.  She flexes again, kisses her gloves and mouths to me "I am
sorry lil bitch but you are my first victim" It was like, hello!  Are you
nuts?  We both wore red 8 oz gloves, She  wore some inappropriate "whore"
outfit that was not right for the ring and I wore all green sportsbra and
shorts.  With that the ref yelled LETS FIGHT-- I walk towards her fuming.
What was amazing to me was how she held her hands, they were so far apart
I said to myself that either this moron cannot fight or she is setting
some kind of weird trap.  I was so angry I did not care.  LOL, well, over
the next 2 rounds the phrase "beating the crap out of someone" took a new
meaning.  I beat the daylights out of her.  By the time the first round
was over, she was red faced, bleeding from her nose, winded, looked
scared and knew she entered a new world.  I knocked her out in round two
with a double left hook to her very exposed jaw.  Time unconscious was 24
seconds.  She was taken to the hospital for the concussion and 10
stitches above her right eye.  I will not go on to explain the
humiliation I did to her here and it was extensive.  I did walk her
around the ring by her ponytail for the guests to see.  Everyone laughed
a lot some thru soda and drinks at her and one lady punched her in the
stomach only to hurt her own hand which was funny.  This woman, the
fitness "star", was a jerk!  the Lord her blessed her with a great body,
beautiful face, developed muscles but such a fool I have never seen.  The
public humiliation is what she needed.
 
Before the second fight at about 10PM I was surprised to find my
beautiful Gary, my hubby, knock on my door and joined me for the rest of
the time.  My in-laws watched the baby.  Great surprise by a great and
lovely man.  You can read about some of my fights I had with him in my
bookshelf.
 
Fight 2--  Not as much fun, lol. She was a retired professional boxer
annd was 36 years old , just 128lbs, flat chested, cute, dressed like me
but in black where I was white and of course 8 oz gloves and VERY VERY
experienced. Nice lady who knew of me but was not in the least
intimidated. Amazingly for 10 rds there were no knockdowns but a LOT of
leather thrown and absorbed.  Interesting in watching the tape afterwards
watching both f oour mucsles swell especially our biceps- she was a
strong experienced lady great fight to that point and both of us were
taking a beating.  I was lucky to find space on her ribs all night to
pound away on which I knew was hurting her b/c that spot was getting red
and she was covering it up more and more leaving her lucious jaw open for
me to KO her with.  Well, in the next round I landed 3 nice jabs to her
nose and as she brought her hands up I threw one of those punches from
hell on her ribs and clearly I new I broke one when she went down
SCREAMING in pain.  In all do respect to her I know how much that hurts-
afterall, all night I was pounding that spot- So she was knocked out and
could not get up for 4 minutes and 12 seconds and taken to the hospital
where there were 2 hairline fractures of ribs 9 and 10.
 
Fight 3-  This one was freaky.  Very fit and athletic woman. Twenty nine,
164 lbs, carried it very well, nice figure, not very pretty sorry to
say, Played Lacrosse in college for whatever that means.  She had some
wiggly fat around the middle but make no mistake their were layers of
muscle underneath- Like me and #1 for that matter she had that deep 6 pak
of ABS that I can still make out under the 10 lbs of blubber.  Anyway, I
was still swollen around my eyes from the last fight and honestly tired
and sore.  The massage, whirlpool, love making with Gary, TLC and all did
not help enough so I was concerned.  Naturally, never want to lose but
moreso in front of my Gary and this high brow crowd.  OK, So we touch
gloves and she throws a left jab that misses and I landed 3 of my own to
her right eye and then throw my dangerous right hook to her jaw.  Well,
when all the stars are aligned perfectly, blah blah, I hit her sweetspot
PERFECTLY- right behind her jawline.  This poor girl looked like she was
shot, she falls to her knees hard and then to her back and her hands go
out like she is yawning but is STONE COLD UNCONSCIOUS- I mean NOTHING
going on except her breathing.  Amazing Knockout.  This poor thing will
never be the same again.  Time unconscious 1 minute 46 seconds,
originally was told 66 seconds believe it or not.  Time looking like crap
as I walked her around the ring as my trophy --had to be 15 minutes.  She
actually spent 6 minutes sitting there with her friends getting ooriented
back to earth before she stood up She will never be the same again, trust
me!  She kept on saying, what happened, where am I, I feel
drunk....  Before i gave her back to her corner I hugged her tight and
said "sweetie, I just knocked the fuck out of you annd if I ever fight
you again I willl kknock the fuck out of you again."  Now I do refrain
and abhor that language but do use it when I am  in those situations annd
wanted to telll you as accurate a story as possible.  She held me tight
and started to cry a little and I repeated myself and asked her if she
understood and she said yes- meanwhile nobody else could hear us and then
I told her I am going to let you go now and you willl kiss each glove and
then each of my breasts and she said "yes ma'am"  and she did and went
back to her corner.  Gary greeted me at mine and just shook his head and
smiled.
 
Fight 4- For the championship.  This was a doozy but I felt well rested
since the last fight the night before was nothing.  She was from New
Mexico, 134 lbs and my height, blonde and blue, slender but tough,
lesbian, elementary school teacher.  I did not think this was going to be
a tough one even though she just got her pro card in boxing.  She wore
blue tanktop and blue shorts and I wore a really sweet custom designed
green tanktop and green shorts and both 8 oz black gloves.  The promoter
made nice speeches about both of us and we both won all of our fights by
KO which shocked me about her, she looked very serious in the ring during
this and Gary points to my chest and I look down and see my nipples
popping thru Way to much for some reason.  Anyway, I am in my corner and
everyone is on their feet.  Gary gives me a kiss on my cheek and I tell
him to kiss each nipple and each glove which he does of course and the
crowd is screaming at this point.  Like all the fights it was scheduled
for 12.  After 12 hard fought and fairly even rounds, I did knock her
down 4x but nothing serious, and she won some rounds 8-10 in my honest
opinion with her speedand finesse the crowd wanted more.  The promoter
spoke to each of us as we stood in the ring with the sweat and blood
pouring off us both and we both agreed to 3 more rounds.  I took a drink
put the mouthpiece in and dug in.  Thankfully, she was tired which
shocked me on some levels, but after seeing the tape the girl did take a
beating, was only 134 lbs Vs my 143 so I was wearing her down and the
knockdowns do account for something.  Anyway, I knocked her out in the
14th after a horrific, for her, 13th round.  She was up by 10 but had no
idea where she was.  I have to tell you that walking someone over to
their corner after I knocked them out can make me climax! Sounds strange
I know but here I am walking another athlete over to her corner where I
just put them in a place where they were unconscious and I know I own
them and control them and know they will never ever forget me is
something that gets me off.  Knowing  that all the time in the gym, all
the sweat, all the pain all the people they were better than and now I
just beat them so bad with these- my fists- my trained weapons- my fem
muscles- i something I live for---
 
OK The farewell dinner- After showing the entire video and each KO of
each woman like 10x on a big screen the promoter came to the podium to
give me the grand prize.  By the way when they showed my fight # 2 KO
each time they did the crowd of 40 went OUCH    OWWWWW  Wow - it was
neat.  Anyway, they first gave me this beautiful custom designed white
tank top (wife beater as they call it) which had each girls name I beat
and their signature with the time unconscious, on the front their were
two red boxing gloves, actually covering or on top of each breast, one
said POWER and the other SKILL.  I literally took the top I was wearing
off in front of everyone and put this one on- needless to say it got a
reaction, lol. Not to mention this top was not made for someone with my
stats, as a 39C on top, this tank top was sexy as heck. A keeper for
sure.  I then called each woman to the podium and gave them their check
and trophy.  The women I KO'd each had to follow the "routine" of kissing
each one of my fists, my biceps, ABS and breasts.  All but the fitness
model did it without thought so I made her do it 3x.  Her I wannt to
fight again and soon but doubt she will although she is dumb enough to
try and if she is reading this I hope she callls or emails.  My trophy
was 3 1/2 feet high which was funny.
 
It was a great 4 days in a fabulous place, met some interesting people
and kinda reminded my Gary who is the boss, lol, although that was not
the goal. KIDDING Gary, you are my best friend, my lover and you know I
can wipe the flooor with you my dear and I never want to fight you again,
 Love to all and Shalom.