Your worst losses

[Slowakei222]

Next week i will fight someone from
Here

Maybe This will be my worst lose

[tommyfighter]

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.

[_Ruslana_]

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.

[_Ruslana_]

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.

[JennyDoll]

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.

[Olga]

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.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

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

[tommyfighter]

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.

[tommyfighter]

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.

[Olga]

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.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

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

Finally Olga... congratulations on turning your life around! I love feel good stories like this

Xoxo
Kate

[Slowakei222]

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

[PaulRiggs]

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.

[DS79]

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?

[Broken Valkyrie]

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