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At first, Christy Salters Martin, world champion boxer and the only woman boxer ever featured on the cover of Sports Illustrated, doesn't know she's been stabbed. The blade's that sharp. The jab's that quick. She'd been sitting on the edge of the bed, fighting off a migraine, lacing up her sneakers in preparation for a run.

Martin had gotten one shoe on before her husband strolled into the room, his face frozen, his hips shifting in a coy dance that obscured whatever he'd hidden behind his back. Police reports indicate, after the first stab, Jim thrusts the knife in again, and again, three times down Martin's side until a fourth puncture rips into her left breast. Stunned, Martin rears back, tumbling on the bed, kicking at Jim. He slices at her leg, dragging the knife along her calf muscle.

Eight inches of flesh detached from the bone, flapping onto her ankle, dangling by gay thread of skin. At some point in the frenzy, Jim slashes his own palm on the blade and drops the weapon. Seeing an opening to get away, Martin tries to heave herself off the mattress but stumbles, Laila at the foot of the bed, where the pair wrestle until Jim pins her and begins beating Martin's head into the floor and on a nearby dresser.

Martin's ear snags, nearly ripping off. It's then, as Jim hovers over her, his fingers gripping and yanking her hair, that Martin feels the weight of the gun in the pocket of her husband's denim shorts. She immediately recognizes the 9 mm Taurus as hers, a pink pistol she usually kept stuffed between ali mattresses. As Martin paws at the firearm, desperately trying to wrangle it free, the clip falls out, thudding on the carpet. Jim then takes the butt of the gun and slaps it across Martin's jaw.

Stabbed, beaten and broken, Martin looks her husband in the eye, cries out, "Motherfer, you cannot kill me. At that, Jim rises, stands over the body of his wife of 20 years and fires the pistol, discharging the single chambered bullet into her chest, 3 inches from her heart.

As Martin bleeds out, Jim hastily wipes down the knife with a T-shirt. He places the pink gun beside his wife's body. She hears her lung gurgling, feels the wet of her blood seep into her clothes.

She ple for him to call Jim walks away, returns to the room holding an unplugged landline phone, pretends to punch the buttons. And so it goes for nearly gay minutes until Martin's pleas quiet. Her breath shallows. Her eyes roll to the ceiling, fixing on the air conditioning vent. Martin prays to God as her husband, satisfied he has Laila her, walks to the bathroom and turns on the shower. Martin can't recall exactly how long she lay on the bedroom floor, only that when she heard the water running she knew instantly it was her last chance to escape. She opened her eyes, swiveled her body to look for her husband's shadow reflected in the bathroom tile.

When she didn't see it, she felt sure he'd gotten into the shower. It was now or never. Martin stood up, dragged her lacerated leg across the floor and limped out the front door, down the winding driveway, past the palms and oaks swathed with Spanish moss. She brought the pink gun with her, evidence, and ran into the middle of the street, flagging down an approaching car, blood dripping from her clothes, one shoe on. When the driver stopped and lowered the window, Martin tossed the gun into his front seat ali begged him, "Please don't let me die.

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As she clambered into the back, he dialed What Martin didn't realize as she was driven to the Apopka emergency room was that her husband had emerged from the shower. According to court documents, he'd washed, colored his hair, donned his jewelry, a pair of boxer shorts.

Frantic, Jim ran out to the driveway wearing only his underwear, just as the car Martin was fleeing in sped away and disappeared down the street. The dining room on that warm January evening is empty, but Martin doesn't mind.

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She's eating early-bird style, her preference, she jokes, because she's "old and tired, 52 in June. The waiter drapes a napkin on her lap solicitously, teases her about her order. Martin teases back, a bit they've done before. Over a surf and turf dinner, talk turns to her beloved sport of boxing and the current female contenders.

Martin thinks Katie Taylor is "pretty good. Martin values nothing as much as putting in the work.

Her own cumulative efforts resulted, last December, in her being among the first class of women elected to the International Boxing Hall of Fame. She was set to be inducted this week, but the coronavirus pandemic forced postponement of the ali until Her eyes flicker as she adds with a chuckle, "As a person, maybe not.

Martin says that she often forgot to pick up her check after a fight. For her, it gay never about the money. Laila wanted to be the best. Before she was the most famous face of women's boxing, a welterweight champion with a record and 31 knockouts, Christy Salters was a daughter of Itmann, West Virginia, the firstborn of Joyce and Johnny Salters -- Joyce, a stay-at-home mother, and Johnny, a welder at the coal mine. Both of Martin's grandfathers had black lung.

Her younger brother, Randy, also found employment and suffered grave injuries in the mines.

Martin's extended family, like so many in factory towns, lived within a mile of one another, kitty-corner or down the block. The whole family swallowed their share of hardship and hard luck, but it isn't as if they ever expected any different.

Appalachia makes turtles of its people -- you grow to the confines of your cage, drag cumbersome hard shells around. If you happen to be reared, as Martin was, in the forlorn heart of rural West Virginia, flanked by dense hollers, inhaling air thick with the dust and fume of an industry indifferent to your survival, you know your worth with firm certainty. Which is to say, not much.

Mountains and hills and everyone you knew, they're either miners or railroaders or teachers. I love West Virginia, I love the people there. But I never for one day thought I was going to stay. Not that one can ever actually leave Appalachia.

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Folks from there are like trees at the sea, roots deep, limbs gnarled from ceaseless struggle against winds they can't control. West Virginia embeds in your soul, prickly and too stubborn to ignore, even if you hightail it to New York City or Vegas or Florida and pretend you never knew what it felt like to walk barefoot over root-strewn alleys. On the day Martin was born, her daddy made sure nobody besides her mother held her until he arrived home from the mine. The first time he cradled her, he was in his work clothes.

Their father-daughter bond would only grow, as Martin became Daddy's girl, sitting tight by his side at the dinner table a chair that remains empty when she's not there. He nicknamed her "Sis.

This included following her father up dangerous construction scaffolding when she was only 5 years old. Johnny isn't like that.

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If she had a temperature, he thought he was supposed to rock her, not me. She's just been his baby from day one. What Martin wanted to be was an athlete. As a young girl, she played Little League baseball, rec football, the only girl on both teams.

Martin competed on the boys' basketball team from fourth through seventh grades. When she finally found a girls league, she performed so well it would win Martin a scholarship to Concord University, an hour away from her hometown. Martin attributes her grit to her father. The two would run basketball drills and shoot for hours after Johnny's shifts. Every time Martin missed the basket, her daddy would toss the ball back a bit harder, the leather stinging her hands.

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Inon a lark, Martin had entered a Toughman Contest -- a brand of low-rent brawls that predated MMA -- and fared unexpectedly well. The exposure led to an offer of a professional boxing bout. Martin was meant to be chum for her more established opponent.

At the time she accepted the fight, Martin had never been in a boxing gym, never been taught how to punch. Martin immediately booked a second fight.

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The next month, in Johnson City, Tennessee, she knocked her challenger out. A promoter in the audience, impressed by Martin's raw talent, advised her to pursue the sport more formally and suggested a boxing gym in nearby Bristol, said he knew a trainer there. When she arrived at the facility her mother and her pet Pomeranian in towshe was introduced to Jim Martin, the head coach.

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