Ladies, understandably, you usually talk about your triumphs, but it would be interesting to know about your losses, too. What was your worst loss? What is the story? How did you get hurt, and how did you get over it?
It was a random drunken fight on a night out, three years ago.I got into a fight outside a bar against a bitch. It ended sadly for me, In the end she sat on top of me and just punched my face and head. I got a crack in the rib, completely smashed face, a broken nose, a concussion and something like a knockout, maybe it was a knockout. I suffered it very hard due to the fact that I needed surgery for my broken nose and a long recovery of my bruised face. This is the case when the physical suffering from a lost fight is much greater than the mental suffering.
More than a decade ago, I got into a spontaneous fight with an extremely angry redhead that was caused by events involving my then-boyfriend. My then-boyfriend owned a bar and he fired an employee for reasons not known to me. But the employee's girlfriend ran into me on a Sunday, when I was out watching a football game with a crowd of people. We both had a buzz on and she brought up the subject of her boyfriend's firing. To make this short. she called me out and we fought in a parking area behind the bar. There were a few spectators watching, but mostly people she had brought with her. She ended up busting me up with her fists, kicking and stomping on me. and finally, banged my face into a metal car bumper (yup, back when some cars still had chrome bumpers). Someone had called the police and they showed up just in time to probably save my life. I was a bloody, damaged mess and it took many weeks to recover to the extent I could. I still have many scars from that beating, both physical and mental. I don't know where Angie is right now - hopefully prison or hell - but I definitely hope I never see or hear from her again.
Wow! Ladies, you have been in some fights as vicious as what guys do. I can relate to the beat downs you have described. It's hell when you take several days or even weeks to recover. And worse is, hoping you never run into that person again.
my worst loss ever was a mud wrestling event a couple years ago...
i had never seen this girl before and if i had i would not have wrestled her. i don't remember her name but i call her the "gorilla woman" because that is what she looked like.
they called my name and i entered the mud pit to cheers from the audience. then they called her and i turned around to see her for the first time and my heart sank. she was big and black and built like a gorilla, about three times my size (i'm 4' 10" and 82 pounds). she had man arms with big bulging muscles and she towered over me. i screamed and turned to run but she grabbed me before i could get away. from that point on i was just a rag doll for her to play with...
she immediately ripped off my bikini, picked me up carried me around the pit making sure that everybody got a good look at my naked body while I squirmed around in protest before slamming me face down into the mud, completely knocking the wind out of me.
she could have declared victory at that point and left me laying face down in the mud but nooo... she was just getting started.
she put a foot on my but, grabbed my arms and put me in a very aggressive surf board and pulled my armed so hard that she disclotaed both of my shoulders. i felt a sharp pain in my arms followed by numbness and I couldn't use my arms. i thought she had broken my arms.
then she sat on my back and put a camel clutch on me until i blacked out.
after that everything was a blur as she tortured me with twisting me, tossing me around, planting my face in the mud, etc.
she eventually finished me off by sitting on my face for a very long time as she continued torturing and abusing me.
it was extremely painful and humiliating and i couldn't even use my arms for several weeks...
Well I've had some wins and some loses over the years but my worst loss definitely was 3 years ago, I was 32 at the time she was 49 she works at our firm, I thought that my youth was gonna give me the edge I called her old, hag, grandma, and all sorts of things regarding her age, we fought and I was completely outclassed for every hit I landed she landed 5 it was a one sided beat down I was so embarrassed and humiliated that a woman that age had done that to me, she beat me up real good I had scratches, welts, bite marks, bruises, and missing chunks of hair my body was a mix of red blue and black it took me almost a month to be completely healed from the beating
Do any of you ladies have any videos of these fights?
Now days spectators tend to start recording with their phones when a fight breaks out.
Just wondering...
Quote from: Drake on August 13, 2025, 05:08:13 PM
Do any of you ladies have any videos of these fights?
Now days spectators tend to start recording with their phones when a fight breaks out.
Just wondering...
I don't think anyone would want to post a video of her being seriously beaten.
Quote from: _Ruslana_ on August 13, 2025, 07:46:37 PM
Quote from: Drake on August 13, 2025, 05:08:13 PM
Do any of you ladies have any videos of these fights?
Now days spectators tend to start recording with their phones when a fight breaks out.
Just wondering...
I don't think anyone would want to post a video of her being seriously beaten.
You're free to "think" whatever you want, but if someone is willing to take the time to write a detailed description of a fight that they lost, I think it's up to THEM to decide if they want to show a video of it.
This is, after all, a Catfighting Website, so you might try to be a bit less condescending in your replies.
Just saying...
Quote from: Drake on August 13, 2025, 05:08:13 PM
Do any of you ladies have any videos of these fights?
Now days spectators tend to start recording with their phones when a fight breaks out.
Just wondering...
hey drake,
they don't allow any cameras or recording at the mud wrestle events that i go to, so sorry i don't have any videos to share. :(
you can use your imagination tho... :P
We always use our imagination on this forum. :-*
Well majority of my pro wrestling matches were booked (semi scripted with spots) so there were times where I took some nasty one sided beat downs. I did more adult content style matches that involved stripping too. i did some competitive matches, semi pro in a ring at biker events with no scripting/spots and took a couple one sided beat downs there too.
I'll try to keep this short. My boyfriend recently dumped me for another woman...
We were living together in one of his houses. He liked my body and my boobs, etc, and our sex life was great, but I couldn't do all of the activities that he liked. I can't bait a fishing hook or go back packing. I can barely even stand up with a backpack on, let alone hike through the woods wearing one because I don't have the strength or stamina. I'm 5'0" tall and not athletic at all.
Sooo... he found himself a big athletic girl that can do all the things he likes to do and she stole him away from me. Needless to say, she hates my guts almost as much as I hate hers, especially since he allowed me to remain living in one of his houses for as long as I like. I guess he felt guilty, as he should...
One day, this past summer, she was supposed to come over at around 9:00am to pick up a couple of boxes that had some tools in them. I had dragged them (they were too heavy for me to carry) to the front entrance to keep the transaction as brief as possible. To be honest, I was scared to death of her, though I tried not to let it show. She was, I'd estimate, about 5'10" and had a very lean and athletic build. You could even see from a distance that see was athletic. I also suspected that she was bi-sexual because to me she seemed kind of butch; no makeup, no manicure, plain hair, very Tom Boyish, etc.
By 12:00 noon she had not yet arrived. I had been drinking wine all morning to try and keep calm because I was very nervous about her coming over, so I was pretty tipsy.
I figured that she wasn't coming and decided to take a bubble bath to relax, and once I got into the bath, there was a knock at the door. She had arrived over three hours late.
I put on a robe and went down to open the door as she continued banging on the door. She was pissed that I took so long and when I pointed out that she was over three hours late she got really pissed off.
I pointed to the boxes and she picked them up, like they weighed nothing, and carried them out to her truck where she started digging through them.
Then she came back and said that some tool was missing and she wanted to come inside and look for it. I blocked the door and told her that she couldn't come in and tried my best not to act intimidated, but she could obviously see right through me. She told me to get out of her way and when I refused it really triggered her...
She grabbed me by the hair and flung me off of the front porch like a rag doll and sent me flying face first onto the lawn. When I hit the ground it sent a shock wave through my whole body, like I had been electrocuted. I struggled to catch my breath and get up, but before I could even get up on my hands and knees she landed on top of me, slamming back down to the ground sending another shock wave through my body.
Now she was sitting on my back. She grabbed my hair with both hands and yanked my head back so hard that I thought she would break my neck and she began taunting and berating me, calling me a slut, whore, etc. I was panicking, crying and begging her to let me go but this only encouraged her.
An audience of the neighborhood kids quickly began to form, mostly teen aged boys, who at first just seemed perplexed, but then began to find some entertainment value in my predicament, and some of them started texting and recording my beating (no, I don't have any of the videos and never found any online).
My boobs were now flopping around for everyone to see and I was in full panic attack, flailing my arms in the air and kicking my feet like a damsel in distress which I'm sure made me seem even more helpless, but I couldn't help it.
I was getting exhausted very quickly and having my head pulled backwards like I was made out of rubber made it very hard to breathe. As my body gave out my arms and legs went limp and I stopped crying. Just as I thought I was about to pass out, she released my hair, stood up, and yanked my robe off leaving me completely naked for everyone to see.
As I lay naked and motionless on the ground, I thought maybe she was finished with me, but she wasn't. She grabbed my ankles and rolled me onto my back, giving everyone a much better view of my naked body.
Then she sat on me again, pinning my arms under her legs and started torturing my boobs, pinching my nipples and stretching them out, saying things like, "I've been waiting to get my hinds on these boobs," etc. All I could do was whimper and dig my toes into the ground as she punished me. Her taunting never stopped throughout all of this, repeatedly calling me a little slut, whore, etc.
Then she started punching me... First my boobs and then my face. She continued punching me in the face until I was bleeding from my nose and my mouth. My face was eventually covered with blood and snot. She was literally beating the snot out of me and really enjoying it.
I think the only reason she stopped was because she didn't want to get blood all over her clothes, but before she got up, she wiped the blood from her hands on my boobs and then reached back and put her fingers inside of me as sort of a final humiliation, say things like, "Ohhhh.... You like that, don't you... what a little slut... You want that a little harder?" etc.
The most humiliating part was that when she finally removed her fingers, I squirted uncontrollably. She found this to be very funny.
She rinsed her hands at the water faucet, got back in her truck and left, laughing the whole time...
She left me laying naked in my front lawn, totally humiliated, with a bunch of spectators. Fortunately, one of the older teenage boys, who was home from college for the summer, offered to help me or call 911, so I asked him to help me back inside, but I was too weak to stand up or even hold my head up, so he carried me inside and cleaned me up...
He was very sweet to me and, as I slowly recovered, we drank a bottle of wine and he even gave me a massage and ran me a fresh bubble bath that we both enjoyed...
I did end up with two black eyes, but they cleared up so no permanent damage. And my boobs were covered with bruises, but they cleared up too. Also, my whole body, especially my neck, was sore for at least a week or more...
Sorry if this was too long!
I have seen your posts about this fight previously. I am sorry you were beaten so badly. However, at times, I have wondered if the girl that beat you was older or younger and if bigger or smaller. I have been in fights where alcohol was the major factor. One time, a younger, smaller guy beat the crap out of me, fortunately, I didn't end up with injuries as bad as yours.
It's very sad that happened to lovely Jenny.
Next week i will fight someone from
Here
Maybe This will be my worst lose
Quote from: Alexandra X on September 21, 2025, 09:38:28 PM
If you start a fight, you have to be prepared to get beaten up. That's how hooligans live. I've never been a hooligan, but I lost fights more than once. I've never had anything like what other community members have written about happen to me. I haven't broken my nose or ribs, and I haven't ended up in the hospital. I think I'm just lucky. Usually I got away with a couple of bruises and my hair suffered.
The defeat I remember most was the first time I took part in an organized fight in front of an audience. I'm not sure it could be called a fight, since there were a lot of rules, including a ban on punching in the face. But I had absolutely no wrestling or grappling skills. My opponent was no newcomer. She had participated in similar performances many times before. We were in the same weight class, so at first it wasn't all that bad. We rolled around the mat, grappling for quite a while. But in the end I ended up under her. But then she started doing all sorts of unpleasant things to me. She also pulled my bikini down. It was the most terrifying thing, to find myself naked and completely helpless in front of a crowd of satisfied people staring at me, discussing me, and sipping expensive drinks.
Overall, I didn't suffer any serious injuries, but my pride took a serious hit. I consider this defeat to be the most unpleasant thing that's ever happened to me.
The mental injuries can often be worse than the physical ones and take much longer to heal. I can relate to your situation, I lost a planned fight, more of a wrestling match, in front of a small group of people. We had agreed that the loser would suck the winner. I had never imagined losing to the younger, smaller guy but that's what happened.
Quote from: tommyfighter on September 21, 2025, 10:12:55 PM
The mental injuries can often be worse than the physical
I don't quite agree with that. This is true if you are not seriously injured in a fight. But if you get a broken nose in a fight or something worse, such as a broken jaw and broken teeth, then, in my opinion, this is much worse than mental problems.
Quote from: Alexandra X on September 21, 2025, 09:38:28 PM
If you start a fight, you have to be prepared to get beaten up. That's how hooligans live. I've never been a hooligan, but I lost fights more than once. I've never had anything like what other community members have written about happen to me. I haven't broken my nose or ribs, and I haven't ended up in the hospital. I think I'm just lucky. Usually I got away with a couple of bruises and my hair suffered.
The defeat I remember most was the first time I took part in an organized fight in front of an audience. I'm not sure it could be called a fight, since there were a lot of rules, including a ban on punching in the face. But I had absolutely no wrestling or grappling skills. My opponent was no newcomer. She had participated in similar performances many times before. We were in the same weight class, so at first it wasn't all that bad. We rolled around the mat, grappling for quite a while. But in the end I ended up under her. But then she started doing all sorts of unpleasant things to me. She also pulled my bikini down. It was the most terrifying thing, to find myself naked and completely helpless in front of a crowd of satisfied people staring at me, discussing me, and sipping expensive drinks.
Overall, I didn't suffer any serious injuries, but my pride took a serious hit. I consider this defeat to be the most unpleasant thing that's ever happened to me.
It was your first fight and you were fighting against a more experienced opponent. It was expected that you would lose and there is no humiliation for you. That doesn't make you a worse woman.
Quote from: Alexandra X on September 21, 2025, 08:58:34 PM
You can't even call this a fight, you were just beaten up.
Wow... Did you figure that out all by yourself?
I even said in that post that she beat the snot out of me.... so I don't know what your point is other than being a smart ass.
This story will make me look bad, but I'll tell it anyway.
I was 19 years old, returning home on a chilly November evening. I lived with my parents in a residential area of ??gray nine-story buildings. It was a dreary place, all asphalt and concrete. I heard my name being called from the darkness. I walked over to see three girls standing there. I knew two of them, and I could even call one a friend, at a stretch, but I was seeing the third for the first time in my life. My almost-friend a blonde bitch named "Maxi," said they were going out for a drink but didn't have enough money. I was in a bad mood, and my mother kept lecturing me about how worthless I was, so I happily gave them the extra cash. We went to the store, bought vodka, beer and cigarettes, and then entered one of the entrances and settled down on the landing between floors. We mixed vodka and beer, a drink called "yorsh," a favorite drink of the marginalized. And then, when I was so drunk I barely knew what I was doing, one of the girls, also very drunk, made some ridiculous joke at my expense. I kicked her in the chest. She flew into the wall, but as soon as she came to, she immediately attacked me.We started fighting, I punched her in the head a few times, she grabbed me by the neck, then I performed a takedown and pinned her chest with my knee. I swung my fist, but didn't throw a punch, because I thought the fight was already over. And then a kick landed in my face. I'd completely forgotten about the other two girls. They climbed a few steps up the stairs and started kicking me in the face. Before I covered myself with my forearms, going into a deep defense, I managed to take a few punches. Then they all started kicking me, but they couldn't knock me down. I remained standing, but the alcohol prevented me from assessing the situation clearly and coming up with a plan. I simply stood there and covered myself with my arms.Then Maxi said we all needed to calm down. She came up to me, said it was a misunderstanding, and extended her hand. I didn't expect any trouble, so I shook her hand, and at that moment she head-butted me in the nose.After which, those bitches pounced on me again. This time, they cornered me. But that didn't give them the chance to get behind me, so I fought them off successfully. This went on for several minutes. The three of them beat me, and I defended myself, throwing random blows. Since they were also drunk, they often got in each other's way. Seizing the moment, I yanked one of them toward me and then pushed it under her friends' feet. This gave me time to run down the stairs and out of the building.
I came home and went straight to bed. It wasn't until the morning, when I looked in the mirror, that I could assess the damage. The entire left side of my face was swollen, a blood vessel had burst in my eye, my eyebrow was cut, and my nose was also damaged, although it wasn't broken. I was covered in bruises and scrapes. On top of that, my finger was dislocated.
If they had managed to knock me down, I think they would have kicked me and I would have ended up in the hospital, so I was lucky.
Quote from: Olga on September 25, 2025, 11:58:22 AM
This story will make me look bad, but I'll tell it anyway.
I was 19 years old, returning home on a chilly November evening. I lived with my parents in a residential area of ??gray nine-story buildings. It was a dreary place, all asphalt and concrete. I heard my name being called from the darkness. I walked over to see three girls standing there. I knew two of them, and I could even call one a friend, at a stretch, but I was seeing the third for the first time in my life. My almost-friend a blonde bitch named "Maxi," said they were going out for a drink but didn't have enough money. I was in a bad mood, and my mother kept lecturing me about how worthless I was, so I happily gave them the extra cash. We went to the store, bought vodka, beer and cigarettes, and then entered one of the entrances and settled down on the landing between floors. We mixed vodka and beer, a drink called "yorsh," a favorite drink of the marginalized. And then, when I was so drunk I barely knew what I was doing, one of the girls, also very drunk, made some ridiculous joke at my expense. I kicked her in the chest. She flew into the wall, but as soon as she came to, she immediately attacked me.We started fighting, I punched her in the head a few times, she grabbed me by the neck, then I performed a takedown and pinned her chest with my knee. I swung my fist, but didn't throw a punch, because I thought the fight was already over. And then a kick landed in my face. I'd completely forgotten about the other two girls. They climbed a few steps up the stairs and started kicking me in the face. Before I covered myself with my forearms, going into a deep defense, I managed to take a few punches. Then they all started kicking me, but they couldn't knock me down. I remained standing, but the alcohol prevented me from assessing the situation clearly and coming up with a plan. I simply stood there and covered myself with my arms.Then Maxi said we all needed to calm down. She came up to me, said it was a misunderstanding, and extended her hand. I didn't expect any trouble, so I shook her hand, and at that moment she head-butted me in the nose.After which, those bitches pounced on me again. This time, they cornered me. But that didn't give them the chance to get behind me, so I fought them off successfully. This went on for several minutes. The three of them beat me, and I defended myself, throwing random blows. Since they were also drunk, they often got in each other's way. Seizing the moment, I yanked one of them toward me and then pushed it under her friends' feet. This gave me time to run down the stairs and out of the building.
I came home and went straight to bed. It wasn't until the morning, when I looked in the mirror, that I could assess the damage. The entire left side of my face was swollen, a blood vessel had burst in my eye, my eyebrow was cut, and my nose was also damaged, although it wasn't broken. I was covered in bruises and scrapes. On top of that, my finger was dislocated.
If they had managed to knock me down, I think they would have kicked me and I would have ended up in the hospital, so I was lucky.
That does sound nasty, I hate fighting in locations like that. One slip, your head hits the concrete and...well it's really not good! Is it!
Anyway did you ever settle the score with your so called friend Maxi? As something tells me you wouldn't have let this pass.
Xoxo
Kate
Quote from: Olga on September 25, 2025, 11:58:22 AM
This story will make me look bad, but I'll tell it anyway.
I was 19 years old, returning home on a chilly November evening. I lived with my parents in a residential area of ??gray nine-story buildings. It was a dreary place, all asphalt and concrete. I heard my name being called from the darkness. I walked over to see three girls standing there. I knew two of them, and I could even call one a friend, at a stretch, but I was seeing the third for the first time in my life. My almost-friend a blonde bitch named "Maxi," said they were going out for a drink but didn't have enough money. I was in a bad mood, and my mother kept lecturing me about how worthless I was, so I happily gave them the extra cash. We went to the store, bought vodka, beer and cigarettes, and then entered one of the entrances and settled down on the landing between floors. We mixed vodka and beer, a drink called "yorsh," a favorite drink of the marginalized. And then, when I was so drunk I barely knew what I was doing, one of the girls, also very drunk, made some ridiculous joke at my expense. I kicked her in the chest. She flew into the wall, but as soon as she came to, she immediately attacked me.We started fighting, I punched her in the head a few times, she grabbed me by the neck, then I performed a takedown and pinned her chest with my knee. I swung my fist, but didn't throw a punch, because I thought the fight was already over. And then a kick landed in my face. I'd completely forgotten about the other two girls. They climbed a few steps up the stairs and started kicking me in the face. Before I covered myself with my forearms, going into a deep defense, I managed to take a few punches. Then they all started kicking me, but they couldn't knock me down. I remained standing, but the alcohol prevented me from assessing the situation clearly and coming up with a plan. I simply stood there and covered myself with my arms.Then Maxi said we all needed to calm down. She came up to me, said it was a misunderstanding, and extended her hand. I didn't expect any trouble, so I shook her hand, and at that moment she head-butted me in the nose.After which, those bitches pounced on me again. This time, they cornered me. But that didn't give them the chance to get behind me, so I fought them off successfully. This went on for several minutes. The three of them beat me, and I defended myself, throwing random blows. Since they were also drunk, they often got in each other's way. Seizing the moment, I yanked one of them toward me and then pushed it under her friends' feet. This gave me time to run down the stairs and out of the building.
I came home and went straight to bed. It wasn't until the morning, when I looked in the mirror, that I could assess the damage. The entire left side of my face was swollen, a blood vessel had burst in my eye, my eyebrow was cut, and my nose was also damaged, although it wasn't broken. I was covered in bruises and scrapes. On top of that, my finger was dislocated.
If they had managed to knock me down, I think they would have kicked me and I would have ended up in the hospital, so I was lucky.
Drunk or not, it is difficult to defend against 3 people. You did well preventing a much worse loss. I am also interested if you ever got revenge on Max.
Quote from: Alexandra X on September 25, 2025, 02:42:12 PM
Quote from: tommyfighter on September 25, 2025, 02:27:09 PM
Quote from: Olga on September 25, 2025, 11:58:22 AM
This story will make me look bad, but I'll tell it anyway.
I was 19 years old, returning home on a chilly November evening. I lived with my parents in a residential area of ??gray nine-story buildings. It was a dreary place, all asphalt and concrete. I heard my name being called from the darkness. I walked over to see three girls standing there. I knew two of them, and I could even call one a friend, at a stretch, but I was seeing the third for the first time in my life. My almost-friend a blonde bitch named "Maxi," said they were going out for a drink but didn't have enough money. I was in a bad mood, and my mother kept lecturing me about how worthless I was, so I happily gave them the extra cash. We went to the store, bought vodka, beer and cigarettes, and then entered one of the entrances and settled down on the landing between floors. We mixed vodka and beer, a drink called "yorsh," a favorite drink of the marginalized. And then, when I was so drunk I barely knew what I was doing, one of the girls, also very drunk, made some ridiculous joke at my expense. I kicked her in the chest. She flew into the wall, but as soon as she came to, she immediately attacked me.We started fighting, I punched her in the head a few times, she grabbed me by the neck, then I performed a takedown and pinned her chest with my knee. I swung my fist, but didn't throw a punch, because I thought the fight was already over. And then a kick landed in my face. I'd completely forgotten about the other two girls. They climbed a few steps up the stairs and started kicking me in the face. Before I covered myself with my forearms, going into a deep defense, I managed to take a few punches. Then they all started kicking me, but they couldn't knock me down. I remained standing, but the alcohol prevented me from assessing the situation clearly and coming up with a plan. I simply stood there and covered myself with my arms.Then Maxi said we all needed to calm down. She came up to me, said it was a misunderstanding, and extended her hand. I didn't expect any trouble, so I shook her hand, and at that moment she head-butted me in the nose.After which, those bitches pounced on me again. This time, they cornered me. But that didn't give them the chance to get behind me, so I fought them off successfully. This went on for several minutes. The three of them beat me, and I defended myself, throwing random blows. Since they were also drunk, they often got in each other's way. Seizing the moment, I yanked one of them toward me and then pushed it under her friends' feet. This gave me time to run down the stairs and out of the building.
I came home and went straight to bed. It wasn't until the morning, when I looked in the mirror, that I could assess the damage. The entire left side of my face was swollen, a blood vessel had burst in my eye, my eyebrow was cut, and my nose was also damaged, although it wasn't broken. I was covered in bruises and scrapes. On top of that, my finger was dislocated.
If they had managed to knock me down, I think they would have kicked me and I would have ended up in the hospital, so I was lucky.
Drunk or not, it is difficult to defend against 3 people. You did well preventing a much worse loss. I am also interested if you ever got revenge on Max.
Seriously? Look at her, she looks like a tank. You think three girls like me could beat her? Of course, I don't know what her opponents looked like, but in any case, I wouldn't risk attacking Olga, even with my friend.
Have you ever been in a 2on1 or 3on1, whether you were the 1, 2 or3? I did a "friendly" wrestling against 2 brothers who were a bit smaller and younger than me. They worked well as a team, coming at me from different directions. They finally won.
And once I was in fight against 3. Two of them held me while the third pounded the hell out of my abs. If I wasn't being held up, I would have been dropped to my knees. Then the third guy, slugged me in the jaw ko-ing me.
Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on September 25, 2025, 12:36:26 PM
Quote from: Olga on September 25, 2025, 11:58:22 AM
This story will make me look bad, but I'll tell it anyway.
I was 19 years old, returning home on a chilly November evening. I lived with my parents in a residential area of ??gray nine-story buildings. It was a dreary place, all asphalt and concrete. I heard my name being called from the darkness. I walked over to see three girls standing there. I knew two of them, and I could even call one a friend, at a stretch, but I was seeing the third for the first time in my life. My almost-friend a blonde bitch named "Maxi," said they were going out for a drink but didn't have enough money. I was in a bad mood, and my mother kept lecturing me about how worthless I was, so I happily gave them the extra cash. We went to the store, bought vodka, beer and cigarettes, and then entered one of the entrances and settled down on the landing between floors. We mixed vodka and beer, a drink called "yorsh," a favorite drink of the marginalized. And then, when I was so drunk I barely knew what I was doing, one of the girls, also very drunk, made some ridiculous joke at my expense. I kicked her in the chest. She flew into the wall, but as soon as she came to, she immediately attacked me.We started fighting, I punched her in the head a few times, she grabbed me by the neck, then I performed a takedown and pinned her chest with my knee. I swung my fist, but didn't throw a punch, because I thought the fight was already over. And then a kick landed in my face. I'd completely forgotten about the other two girls. They climbed a few steps up the stairs and started kicking me in the face. Before I covered myself with my forearms, going into a deep defense, I managed to take a few punches. Then they all started kicking me, but they couldn't knock me down. I remained standing, but the alcohol prevented me from assessing the situation clearly and coming up with a plan. I simply stood there and covered myself with my arms.Then Maxi said we all needed to calm down. She came up to me, said it was a misunderstanding, and extended her hand. I didn't expect any trouble, so I shook her hand, and at that moment she head-butted me in the nose.After which, those bitches pounced on me again. This time, they cornered me. But that didn't give them the chance to get behind me, so I fought them off successfully. This went on for several minutes. The three of them beat me, and I defended myself, throwing random blows. Since they were also drunk, they often got in each other's way. Seizing the moment, I yanked one of them toward me and then pushed it under her friends' feet. This gave me time to run down the stairs and out of the building.
I came home and went straight to bed. It wasn't until the morning, when I looked in the mirror, that I could assess the damage. The entire left side of my face was swollen, a blood vessel had burst in my eye, my eyebrow was cut, and my nose was also damaged, although it wasn't broken. I was covered in bruises and scrapes. On top of that, my finger was dislocated.
If they had managed to knock me down, I think they would have kicked me and I would have ended up in the hospital, so I was lucky.
That does sound nasty, I hate fighting in locations like that. One slip, your head hits the concrete and...well it's really not good! Is it!
Anyway did you ever settle the score with your so called friend Maxi? As something tells me you wouldn't have let this pass.
Xoxo
Kate
Everything is not as simple as it might seem at first glance. Of course I could have told you how I beat Maxi, but I didn't actually do that. When I was a teenager, I was really stupid and arrogant, I was in a youth gang. Maxi was in the gang too. We spent a lot of time on the streets at night, doing all sorts of stupid things. Now I realize I was playing with fire, but back then I thought I was a really tough bitch. All members of such street gangs adhered to certain unwritten rules, the so-called "concepts." So, "concepts" I was wrong. If you read my previous post carefully, I was the one who started the fight by hitting another girl, simply because I didn't like her joke. If you read Ruslana's message about how her friends didn't help her while she was being beaten by some bitch, then in my case, the friends of the girl I was beating, on the contrary, intervened and came to the aid of their friend. I had nothing to show Maxie. Of course, I could just beat her up (we used to fight with her several times and she always lost), but then, "according to the concepts", it would turn out that I was engaged in lawlessness, and for this I can answer.
I didn't want to start a showdown at all, especially since I tried to stay away from my old gang. About a month later, I accidentally met Maxi on the street, we talked and decided to leave what happened in the past and not return to it again.
After high school, I went to university and focused on my studies and sports. I stopped hanging out on the streets and hanging out with my old "friends." Maxi, however, continued playing dangerous games, pretending to be a tough gangster. About two years after the fight I described, she went to prison for drug trafficking. After graduating, I moved to another city and don't know anything about Maxi's subsequent fate.
Quote from: Olga on September 27, 2025, 11:25:02 AM
Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on September 25, 2025, 12:36:26 PM
Quote from: Olga on September 25, 2025, 11:58:22 AM
This story will make me look bad, but I'll tell it anyway.
I was 19 years old, returning home on a chilly November evening. I lived with my parents in a residential area of ??gray nine-story buildings. It was a dreary place, all asphalt and concrete. I heard my name being called from the darkness. I walked over to see three girls standing there. I knew two of them, and I could even call one a friend, at a stretch, but I was seeing the third for the first time in my life. My almost-friend a blonde bitch named "Maxi," said they were going out for a drink but didn't have enough money. I was in a bad mood, and my mother kept lecturing me about how worthless I was, so I happily gave them the extra cash. We went to the store, bought vodka, beer and cigarettes, and then entered one of the entrances and settled down on the landing between floors. We mixed vodka and beer, a drink called "yorsh," a favorite drink of the marginalized. And then, when I was so drunk I barely knew what I was doing, one of the girls, also very drunk, made some ridiculous joke at my expense. I kicked her in the chest. She flew into the wall, but as soon as she came to, she immediately attacked me.We started fighting, I punched her in the head a few times, she grabbed me by the neck, then I performed a takedown and pinned her chest with my knee. I swung my fist, but didn't throw a punch, because I thought the fight was already over. And then a kick landed in my face. I'd completely forgotten about the other two girls. They climbed a few steps up the stairs and started kicking me in the face. Before I covered myself with my forearms, going into a deep defense, I managed to take a few punches. Then they all started kicking me, but they couldn't knock me down. I remained standing, but the alcohol prevented me from assessing the situation clearly and coming up with a plan. I simply stood there and covered myself with my arms.Then Maxi said we all needed to calm down. She came up to me, said it was a misunderstanding, and extended her hand. I didn't expect any trouble, so I shook her hand, and at that moment she head-butted me in the nose.After which, those bitches pounced on me again. This time, they cornered me. But that didn't give them the chance to get behind me, so I fought them off successfully. This went on for several minutes. The three of them beat me, and I defended myself, throwing random blows. Since they were also drunk, they often got in each other's way. Seizing the moment, I yanked one of them toward me and then pushed it under her friends' feet. This gave me time to run down the stairs and out of the building.
I came home and went straight to bed. It wasn't until the morning, when I looked in the mirror, that I could assess the damage. The entire left side of my face was swollen, a blood vessel had burst in my eye, my eyebrow was cut, and my nose was also damaged, although it wasn't broken. I was covered in bruises and scrapes. On top of that, my finger was dislocated.
If they had managed to knock me down, I think they would have kicked me and I would have ended up in the hospital, so I was lucky.
That does sound nasty, I hate fighting in locations like that. One slip, your head hits the concrete and...well it's really not good! Is it!
Anyway did you ever settle the score with your so called friend Maxi? As something tells me you wouldn't have let this pass.
Xoxo
Kate
Everything is not as simple as it might seem at first glance. Of course I could have told you how I beat Maxi, but I didn't actually do that. When I was a teenager, I was really stupid and arrogant, I was in a youth gang. Maxi was in the gang too. We spent a lot of time on the streets at night, doing all sorts of stupid things. Now I realize I was playing with fire, but back then I thought I was a really tough bitch. All members of such street gangs adhered to certain unwritten rules, the so-called "concepts." So, "concepts" I was wrong. If you read my previous post carefully, I was the one who started the fight by hitting another girl, simply because I didn't like her joke. If you read Ruslana's message about how her friends didn't help her while she was being beaten by some bitch, then in my case, the friends of the girl I was beating, on the contrary, intervened and came to the aid of their friend. I had nothing to show Maxie. Of course, I could just beat her up (we used to fight with her several times and she always lost), but then, "according to the concepts", it would turn out that I was engaged in lawlessness, and for this I can answer.
I didn't want to start a showdown at all, especially since I tried to stay away from my old gang. About a month later, I accidentally met Maxi on the street, we talked and decided to leave what happened in the past and not return to it again.
After high school, I went to university and focused on my studies and sports. I stopped hanging out on the streets and hanging out with my old "friends." Maxi, however, continued playing dangerous games, pretending to be a tough gangster. About two years after the fight I described, she went to prison for drug trafficking. After graduating, I moved to another city and don't know anything about Maxi's subsequent fate.
When you put it like that I agree and it makes total sense why you left things as they were and did not seek retribution. However what gets me is the cheap shot of that head butt and if I experienced the same, under the same circumstances. Honestly I'm not sure I'm capable of letting that slide! But alas we shall never know ;D
Finally Olga... congratulations on turning your life around! I love feel good stories like this :)
Xoxo
Kate
I have meet with the Person from Here
Some weeks ago
I am a Man Tall slim weak and we have meet at the home of a Girl friend from her
I was nervous This was the First time in my life i did somethint like this
We have written before a lot of shit Talking
She told me her friend has a big room
Without anything that can hurt just a room with a good ground
This why we meet there
When i was on the door her girlfriend Open and a Little Bit later the Person i was writting also was there
Her girlfriend was Beautiful and was giving is the key
And telling US she will be back in4 Hours
My Opponent was nearly the Same like discriotuiib Here
About 1.58 m height and about 50 Kilogramm
We both has speak before rules
Rules was two clothing, No weapon
No rings or anything Else
I have choose a tshirt and a boxershorts
She has choosen a Fullbathsuit and a Shirt on top
We both got on a scale before my weight was 67 Kilogramm
Her Weight was 47 Kilogramm
I can Talk a lot about what Happen
But important is the result
I was driving to the Hospital from her girlfriend When her girlfriend comes back
She has humilated me and make Me many worst things
I am thinking about a rematch
But i am afraid of her
It's pretty much par for the course. If you're in enough fights, you're going to lose some and pay for it. I've been beaten up pretty bad a few times. Body so beat up I couldn't fight for a bit.
Quote from: Broken Valkyrie on August 11, 2025, 04:50:19 PM
Well I've had some wins and some loses over the years but my worst loss definitely was 3 years ago, I was 32 at the time she was 49 she works at our firm, I thought that my youth was gonna give me the edge I called her old, hag, grandma, and all sorts of things regarding her age, we fought and I was completely outclassed for every hit I landed she landed 5 it was a one sided beat down I was so embarrassed and humiliated that a woman that age had done that to me, she beat me up real good I had scratches, welts, bite marks, bruises, and missing chunks of hair my body was a mix of red blue and black it took me almost a month to be completely healed from the beating
Hello. Was the fight at work, and what were you wearing? Were there spectators or someone who separated you?
Quote from: DS79 on October 01, 2025, 08:08:17 AM
Quote from: Broken Valkyrie on August 11, 2025, 04:50:19 PM
Well I've had some wins and some loses over the years but my worst loss definitely was 3 years ago, I was 32 at the time she was 49 she works at our firm, I thought that my youth was gonna give me the edge I called her old, hag, grandma, and all sorts of things regarding her age, we fought and I was completely outclassed for every hit I landed she landed 5 it was a one sided beat down I was so embarrassed and humiliated that a woman that age had done that to me, she beat me up real good I had scratches, welts, bite marks, bruises, and missing chunks of hair my body was a mix of red blue and black it took me almost a month to be completely healed from the beating
Hello. Was the fight at work, and what were you wearing? Were there spectators or someone who separated you?
Hello no the fight was not at work she's just an employee and I'm part owner it wouldn't have been proper the fight was privately arranged there was only 1 spectator and she didn't separated us, we were wearing only our bra and panties
I was drug out of bed after a night of drinking and hanging with the wrong guy at a party. Drug out to the living room by two girls to the girlfriend of the guy I was with just hours before. She beat up on me pretty good in front of everyone. I was completely helpless in my panties, socks and little tank top.
Well, I guess this is a good place to start my first post...
My worst loss was probably summer of 2024. Me and a guy I was dating were partying at the beach with some friends.
Then this girl, about twice my size started flirting with the guy I was dating, and doing it right in front of me and even insulting me with things like, "what are you doing with that little shrimp" and "you need a real woman" etc. After a few minutes of this I went into a blind rage and attacked her, throwing fists at her that had no effect on her at all.
She just laughed at me and then she got really pissed off and beat me half to death. She sat on me and pounded me with her fists, choked me. pulled my hair, stripped me naked, and abused my breasts, and etc.
For a final humiliation, she dragged me like a ragdoll by my hair to some big trash cans, stuffed me into one of them and then stuffed it full of garbage from another trash can on top of me and left me there.
Eventually, the guy I was with dug me out of the trash and took me back to the hotel. I was bruised all over, had a bloody nose and knots all over my head from her punches...
Quote from: Olga on September 25, 2025, 11:58:22 AM
This story will make me look bad, but I'll tell it anyway.
I was 19 years old, returning home on a chilly November evening. I lived with my parents in a residential area of ??gray nine-story buildings. It was a dreary place, all asphalt and concrete. I heard my name being called from the darkness. I walked over to see three girls standing there. I knew two of them, and I could even call one a friend, at a stretch, but I was seeing the third for the first time in my life. My almost-friend a blonde bitch named "Maxi," said they were going out for a drink but didn't have enough money. I was in a bad mood, and my mother kept lecturing me about how worthless I was, so I happily gave them the extra cash. We went to the store, bought vodka, beer and cigarettes, and then entered one of the entrances and settled down on the landing between floors. We mixed vodka and beer, a drink called "yorsh," a favorite drink of the marginalized. And then, when I was so drunk I barely knew what I was doing, one of the girls, also very drunk, made some ridiculous joke at my expense. I kicked her in the chest. She flew into the wall, but as soon as she came to, she immediately attacked me.We started fighting, I punched her in the head a few times, she grabbed me by the neck, then I performed a takedown and pinned her chest with my knee. I swung my fist, but didn't throw a punch, because I thought the fight was already over. And then a kick landed in my face. I'd completely forgotten about the other two girls. They climbed a few steps up the stairs and started kicking me in the face. Before I covered myself with my forearms, going into a deep defense, I managed to take a few punches. Then they all started kicking me, but they couldn't knock me down. I remained standing, but the alcohol prevented me from assessing the situation clearly and coming up with a plan. I simply stood there and covered myself with my arms.Then Maxi said we all needed to calm down. She came up to me, said it was a misunderstanding, and extended her hand. I didn't expect any trouble, so I shook her hand, and at that moment she head-butted me in the nose.After which, those bitches pounced on me again. This time, they cornered me. But that didn't give them the chance to get behind me, so I fought them off successfully. This went on for several minutes. The three of them beat me, and I defended myself, throwing random blows. Since they were also drunk, they often got in each other's way. Seizing the moment, I yanked one of them toward me and then pushed it under her friends' feet. This gave me time to run down the stairs and out of the building.
I came home and went straight to bed. It wasn't until the morning, when I looked in the mirror, that I could assess the damage. The entire left side of my face was swollen, a blood vessel had burst in my eye, my eyebrow was cut, and my nose was also damaged, although it wasn't broken. I was covered in bruises and scrapes. On top of that, my finger was dislocated.
If they had managed to knock me down, I think they would have kicked me and I would have ended up in the hospital, so I was lucky.
I just read this again, yes, you were lucky that you escaped or it would have been much worse. Did you have any bad losses in a one-on-one fight? Or give someone a bad loss in a one-on-one?