[Weakwifeinsocks]

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.

[WimpyWendy]

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...

[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.

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?