So this match follows a training session with Navy. He's so full of himself with his decision victory on our last fight that I decide to take him down a peg. I'm wearing black booty shorts and a Spandex rashguard that's clingy and almost sheer with perspiration. And I have no bra on—just thought you'd like to know. I make him pay dearly for his “victory” in the first round, my hair slipping out of my ponytail from the strain. But in the second round, he regroups and I go down hard. But there's no way I'M letting him beat me again—EVER! So I decide to really give him a lesson he won't forget an...

So this match follows a training session with Navy. He's so full of himself with his decision victory on our last fight that I decide to take him down a peg. I'm wearing black booty shorts and a Spandex rashguard that's clingy and almost sheer with perspiration. And I have no bra on—just thought you'd like to know. I make him pay dearly for his “victory” in the first round, my hair slipping out of my ponytail from the strain. But in the second round, he regroups and I go down hard. But there's no way I'M letting him beat me again—EVER! So I decide to really give him a lesson he won't forget and hit him below the belt. Hard. That'll teach him.