OK, you guys have talked me into it. I would much rather talk about me winning than losing, but since you insist on the sordid details, here goes. I didn't want a rematch. I did win the first fight, but like the Bitch kept saying, she was drunk and that's why she lost and I was starting to believe it because she was strong. But my boyfriend talked me into. He said that unless I fought her again, she would never stop taunting me and giving me the staredown every time we ran into each other. To stop all the bull crap, I would just have to woman up and fight her. So I did. The fight was going to be in the Park next to the Henry Hudson Parkway at 8:00. She wore cutoff jean shorts with a white t shirt and sneakers. I came to the fight wearing a pair of jeans with flip flops and a zip up sweat shirt over a white tank top t shirt. No fancy introductions or anything. As soon as I took my sweat shirt off, she charged right after me, grabbing me by the hair with her left hand and throwing wild punches at my head with her right. I backed up, trying to get away from her but she just kept coming. She got me in a headlock and started punching me in the face with her right hand. I grabbed her around the waist and we both went down, her on top of me. She tried to pin my arms down while I tried to throw her off me. It was to no avail. She was at least 15 or 20 lbs heavier than me, and definitely stronger. She held my arms down and punched me repeatedly in the belly. I couldn't defend myself so I just absorbed her punches, hoping someone would pull her off me. I finally managed to roll her to one side of me but she continued drilling punches into my ribs and side of my belly. I couldn't manage to hit her a single time. The crowd was going crazy, screaming for us to just beat the crap out of each other, but it was definitely one sided. In the flurry, her elbow hit me in the nose and I started bleeding. She ripped my tank top too, at the bottom and tore off the left shoulder strap. I could feel my left tit exposed numerous times, but was lucky that this time, she didn't rip my shirt completely off me. When the people saw that I was bleeding, they started to pull her off me. My boyfriend came to my side and helped me back to the car and we just left. He told me I lost the fight because I never believed that I could beat her. I don't know if that's true or not. I just know that she was one strong BITCH.