Q: So, Myra, first off we'd like to thank you for agreeing to chat with us today about your street-fighting adventures.
A: It's cool. Jesse told me about you guys and that you were also down with female fighters, so no probelmo.

Q: We started this site a few months ago, but just recently decided to open it to the public.
A: Cool. So what's the drill? Do I just rap or what?

Q: No, we just ask you some questions, that's all.
A: Dig. So go!

Q: Well, first off, we'd like to tell our readers that not only are you a semi-pro fighter, but also a female body builder who does porn on the side, right?
A: Yeah, I'm a muscle girl, and I got to pay the bills and my trainer, Juan, right? Oh, I'd like to give a shout out to Juan here and now - Yo!

Q: That's cool, you don't seem to have any problem with people knowing you do porn?
A: Why? It's like everyone likes fucking, right? So what's the big deal? And being a body builder I'm into staying in shape and showing off my hard work, so it's a good match if you know what I mean?

Q: Agreed. So, I guess what our street fight girls fans would like to hear about is one of your fights?
A: In the ring, or...street?

Q: Street, girl, come on, get with the program! LOL!
A: HA! Yeah, alright.

Q: I heard you got into it with some black girls the other day over at the gym?
A: Yeah, there were these sista's upstairs who had beem doing an interracial catfighting shoot for an adult video company who sometimes rent the top floor of the gym. It was after the shoot and they were outside in the alley out back smoking and waiting on their rides when I came by to get my gloves. They started making cracks about my hair (I keep it in braids for when I'm sparring). Anyway, one of them starts calling me "that white black bitch" and saying shit about me to the others. I guess she knew my ex-sparring partner, Lizette and had heard I had beat her down pretty good one night. Which is bullshit, because me and Lizette were lovers (she's bisexual, but her husband don't know) for awhile there, so like I'm going to slam my baby girl, right?

Q: Oh, I remember her. We met at a party over in West Hollywood one night - the red head?
A: Yeah, that's her.

Q: I didn't know she was married?
A: Five years to the same guy. He just doesn't know she's into girls too. It's on the "down low".

Q: So what happened with the black girls?
A: They was ripping on me and shit so I hauled off and popped one right in the mouth, which put her down for the count, LOL! One of them runs off screaming "That bitch is killing my friend! Call the fucking police!", but the other one stepped into me like she knew what she was doing. We started trading punches and I have to admit she was pretty good, but she had on these high heels form the shoot and she couldn't get her stance enough to make her jabs count. Finally I just clocked her with a right hook and she went down and lay there with her one eye open and the other kinda' fluttering, it was some sick looking shit!

Q: Oh, god, I heard what happened next....
A: Yep! I pulled down my sweats, squatted over her and pissed right on her fucking head! LOL! It was brutal, but hey, don't start shit if you can't hang and bang, right?

Q: Did the police come?
A: Yeah, but I was long gone by then. I just grabbed my shit and hit it. The gym owners didn't give me up because I train there all the time and Juan brings all his girl fighters there so they get mucho publicity. Besides, what's the chick going to say? Some girl pissed on my head and in my mouth because I was talking shit? No fucking way!

Q: That's got to be one of the all-time street fight girls stories, Myra, thanks for sharing....I think, hehe...
A: No shit! Well, I got to hit the gym, so be cool and let me know when you post this, I want to show Juan! Later!