FreeCatFights

Heh friends and Bitches :)

Yes, it's time for me and Erin to clash yet again. Last time Erin only won by one vote, this time things will be different. As always I hope everyone enjoys the show and bitches, feel free to interact with myself and Erin and each other. This is a catfight over Daniel, so I expect things to be spicier than normal :)

Finally please note that the voting will be locked for the first week and will open on week two on this poll

Anyway let's get the party started...

Xoxo
Kate and Erin


*Clunk*

We both hear the sound of our apartment door close, as Daniel leaves us to spend the evening with a mutual friend. Alone myself and Erin take a second to gaze at the now closed apartment door, both of us clearly yearned for Daniel to return and bring with him the joy, fun and love he never fails to ignite within our lives. Instead however we were left alone with nothing but our mutual hatred and jealousy. For months Daniel has been a major source of conflict between myself and Erin. But today this ends...

In near total silence myself and Erin slowly turn and look towards each other, our eyes lock! Neither of us says a word, yet it's clear we're both on the same wavelength as we head over to our apartments sofa and with you at one end, me at the other. We pick it up and move it out of the way. With this act our preparations have begun and we spend the next two hours clearing the main living area of furniture and possessions. Until at last all that remains is a warm under foot carpet and four walls. We exchange a final hateful glare, before retiring to our bedrooms and changing for the fight.

As I enter my room, I slam shut my bedroom door and kick off my heels. I slip out of my black dress and sit on the end of my bed, as I remove my stockings and suspender belt. Wearing nothing but my black lace bra and panties, I head over to my wardrobe and remove a pair of figure hugging blue jeans. I slip myself into them and they hug every contour of my perfect legs and pert ass. I smile as I check myself out in the mirror, yet my preparation's were not done. Once again I head to my wardrobe and select a simple yet stylish white gypsy top to complete my look. Well almost complete my look, as out from the corner of my eye I see my black leather jacket. I grab my jacket and place it onto my bed, before grabbing my Roman style heels and strapping myself into them. It's at this moment I take a final look in the mirror and with a wry smile, I knew I was ready.

So I grab my jacket, slip it on and leave my bedroom and enter the now empty living area. But dear reader...it is at this moment life threw both me and Erin a curve ball. The front door rings and against my better judgment I open it and am met with tsunami of dear friends. I wonder to myself:

"How the fuck?"

But then I hear a familiar voice and the proverbial penny in the air, plummets to the ground.

"Hi Steph...how? How did you know me and Erin were about to fight? Have you bugged our apartment?"

Steph just smiles, raises an eyebrow and proceeds to lean against the wall. It is at that moment Erin enters and the room and true to form our beloved friends begin to live up to their poisonous reputations...as wicked whispers and poisonous murmurs fill the room:

"Bitch!"
"Whore!"
"Wreck that cxnt Kate!"
"Ew Erin you look old today"
"I hope they both put each other in the hospital - the fucking whores!"

And the attacks keep on flowing, however with Erin's arrival I tune out the background noise and focus on her.

"Bitch!" I shout out..."Stay the fuck away from my Daniel!"

"Me and Daniel spent all last Saturday walking through the Lake District, just the two of us! We played together in the snow, chased each other. It was so much fun and such a Laugh. But what made it fun was the fact that it was just the two of us...the two of us Erin. So back the fuck off Bitch! Daniel is mine!"

Yt

Hola you lovely people....and Monica. Welcome to the...hmmm, is it now the third encounter between Katie and myself? Maybe one day she'll win one of them  ;)

So, Daniel for that is his name has left our flat without even letting us know he was going, but i s'pose that is the thanks we get for looking after him. Ingrate. Talking of ingrates, my eye is caught by a movement in the lounge. Must be Kate but it's rare you can get that bitch to move unless it's for food or for cozying up with Daniel. Lil does she know how close Daniel and myself have become these last few months.

I sigh, am i going to have to give this bitch ANOTHER beating to remind her of her place in this hierarchy. Now don't go getting me wrong. I've been in a couple of scraps these last few weeks and neither of them were with Kate. Lost both of them i did which doesn't bother me so much as Kate rubbing those losses in relentlessly.

Not a word is spoken as we start to move the furniture aside. Words are not needed, we both know where this is headed and that dear reader is another fight. I was ready for this, i already let the indomitable Steph know this was brewing and when she sees Daniel walk on out the complex to get her and her friends backsides on up to our apartment so they can watch a good old fashioned scrap for dominance take place.

The door bell rings and right on schedule Steph and her cronies are standing there, i can see this confuses Kate but then it doesn't take a whole lot to confuse her. The girls start with the trash talk even before they step foot inside the door which causes me to smirk, either me or Kate could take down any and all of that motley crew without breaking sweat....(BTW, if you girls are reading this, kate told me to say that)

Kate starts to spew some rubbish about how her and Daniel went romping around in the snow the other day. She's welcome to it, i romp around with Daniel on a nice fluffy rug in front of the fire when she's not around....and i let her know this, which, if i know Kate...and i do...will send her into a jealous rage.

So, just a quick recap if you are new to the ongoing tales of Kate V Erin. I am 5'6" 120lbs or thereabouts...(just eaten a Manchester tart....no NOT that kind of tart...look it5 up, its yummy) so i could be 122lbs, i have a 34C chest. My hair is currently brunette and tied into a low bob, finger nails as are toe nails and lips are post office red, eyes are blue with light blue eye shadow. Hell, i could almost fancy myself.

With the fight imminent i quickly strip down to my white bra and thong, i prfer the freedom this gives me re movements when i fight and the apartment is pretty warm.

"C'mon then tramp, you think you can win Daniel over by fighting with me, let's be 'avin you"

Well!
This will be engaging!
Looking forward to a furious and thought-provoking, wittily worded match between two titanesses of the catfighting world!
May the most imaginative, exciting, and all around better fighter win?
Yeah!
Sounds about right!
All the best,
A Daniel. Probably a different Daniel, but a guy can dream! :P

Mmm... I guess the two Queens of fcf are gonna give us all another treat and I can't wait to watch this unfold once again. The only thing that would make it better is if they were fighting over me instead of some silly boy! Lol...Ok, Ok  I'll stop I'm joking  :-*

Quote from: #Bridgette# on February 01, 2025, 07:37:16 PM
Mmm... I guess the two Queens of fcf are gonna give us all another treat and I can't wait to watch this unfold once again. The only thing that would make it better is if they were fighting over me instead of some silly boy! Lol...Ok, Ok  I'll stop I'm joking  :-*

While I can't speak for Erin...never say never Bridgette ;)  :-*

Well dear readers, let's get the important stuff out of the way first. I did google Manchester tart and omg it looks delicious. Erin, let's do lunch once this unpleasantness over Daniel is resolved and by resolved I mean, your knocked unconscious - loser buys lunch? Anyway I digress...

"Kate...is your ass and thighs getting fat?" Sneers a slutty Lexibabe...

I won't lie, those words uttered by Lexibabe sting. But it's the wake-up call I need; it really does remind me just how wretched and duplicitous our friends are. It also reminds me just how perilous a position I find myself in. Look fighting Erin one on one at the best of times is a dangerous endeavour and yes so far Erin has gotten the best of me...but only just! As for our beloved friends; if they're not entertained by myself and Erin...I don't doubt for a second that this gang of over sexed bitches will turn on us both. Of course they will wait until we're at our weakest; courage is not a quality our friends possess. Besides treachery has served them so well over the years; why change now? And to be clear neither myself or Erin are the virtuous heroines of this tale. We're just as bitchy and treacherous as the worst of our friends - we're all sinners and that's a role in life we were all born to play.

Anyway with me and Erin finally face to face and with no Daniel about to interfere in our business, it's time to start the show. I walk over to the apartment door and lean against it as I begin to remove my Roman style heels. I hurl one into the right corner of the room and then I hurl the other at your fucking head. My shoe flys past the right side of your head and smashes into the wall. Both my shoe and a good amount of plaster fall onto the carpet. You look at bemused; but before you have a chance to display your wit again; well half of it at least. I turn to you and say:

"Well now I've got your attention; let's do this - you fucking bitch!" I screech at you. With these words ringing around the room, our beloved friends begin to chant softly:

"Fight...Fight...Fight!!!"

It was like being back at school as I begin to close in on you, with my fists clenched as my 5ft 6" inch figure closes in. Unlike you I did not gorge myself on tarts before the fight, so my weight remained a healthy and firm 120lbs and my 34C girls were firm, hard and up for this fight. I approach you confidently, as you confidently begin to approach me.

You hiss...

"C'mon then tramp, you think you can win Daniel over by fighting with me, let's be 'avin you"

I respond by raising and slamming my bare right foot squarely into your belly button, the blow forces you to double over in pain and with hindsight eating all that tart was probably not the best thing to do before a fight. But before you have a chance to respond my left hand grabs and pulls you bob, before my right fist slams into your left eyes and sends you stumbling backwards. Our friends coo with excitement as our fight begins and while your stumbling I take a hair band out of my pocket and quickly put my hair into a ponytail.

"Stay Down and Stay the fuck away from Daniel!" I snap before I raise my fists and ready myself to intercept your inevitable counter attack.

Yt

This will be incredible and I will be watching closely! Thinking Erin is it but let's see

Quote from: The Promoters on February 02, 2025, 04:18:51 AM
This will be incredible and I will be watching closely! Thinking Erin is it but let's see

Well then guess I will have to give you something to think about...

Challenging this bitch Kate to a fight is quite unnecessary. We'd happily fight anywhere and anytime and while it's true that my previous wins against her were only narrow wins they were nevertheless WINS. The loungeroom rapidly fills up with our so called friends, we really need to drag one or two of them into our scrap but when the time comes to actually fight, they mysteriously vanish, maybe it's not soooo mysterious?

It's been said that i am a dirty bitch, well that's true, i am, a very dirty bitch who loves a good scrap. Win or lose it doesn't really matter as long as i get my shots in and make a bitch suffer.

Which brings me back to the matter in hand, this fight with the one and only Kate...let's be honest, would you really want more than one of her, even that is one too many if ya ask me.

We start to circle, as ya do. The assembled bitches start to shout "fight....fight....fight" and not being one who likes to let folk down i begin to close with the bitch....only this time it don't start well for yours truely.

As i close with you you administer a swift kick to my tummy, i never even saw it coming. I cough and bend forwards, my breath forced from between my clenched teeth, then you catch me with a well timed and executed right to my face, getting me flush on my left eye. I yelp in shock and in pain and go down onto my ass, gasping for breath and trying to make sense of what just happened as i look up at you arranging your hair in a scrunchie.

Clearly you are more than ready for any response i am able to make, that won't be easy from my sedentary position, i take a deep gulp of air and quickly look to scramble back to my feet.....and bitches, don't think it went unnoticed how you alll cheered Kate as i hit the deck.

I watch with satisfaction as you stumble to the floor. My kick to your gut and swift punch got me off to a strong start. Our friends momentarily cheer for me, but we both know it won't last. Beating Erin at anything is like running marathon, not a sprint. She has the strategic mind of a chess grandmaster, the body of an Olympian. She is also a world class bitch, I'm talking Meghan Markle levels of bitch! But unlike Meghan; Erin is genuinely likeable. She is the quintessential girl next door; yet her style and good looks would not be out of place on the catwalks of Milan. Yes, Erin is a worthy rival and we compete over everything. Who can eat the most Pizza? Who can drink the most gin? Who looks better in a black dress? Who can run 5km faster?

Or to put it another more dramatic way...

She tasks me. She tasks me, and I shall have her. I'll chase her round the moons of Nibiru, and 'round the Antares Maelstrom, and 'round perdition's flames before I give her up. And I shall have her!

Bonus points dear readers if you recognise the movie quote, but I think you get the gist. Me and Erin love to hate each other, we crave the drama that only a catfight can provoke. So as I smugly adjust my hair band, I look down on her with satisfaction as she begins to rise to her feet. Now at this point the sensible thing would be to say kick Erin in the face...but catfights are rarely sensible. So it should come as a shock to no one when I instead dive onto Erin. My hands grab her wrists as we tumble to the carpet. The momentum of this attack takes us into a roll and we rotate several times across the carpet. With each turn our legs entangle more until eventually we stop and I'm laying on top on you, staring into your eyes...no I stare deeper, I stare into your soul.

I hiss...

"Erin stay the hell away from my Daniel! He was with me all last night you know? We took a walk together down to the local pub. We sat next to the log fire and he stayed by my side throughout the evening. A number of girls saw him, tried to lure him from my side. They all failed! Daniel is mine you fucking bitch and as for the rest of you...you can all stay the fuck away from my Daniel bitches!"

My hands at that moment release your wrists and I push the right side of your face against the carpet with my left hand, while with my right hand I dig my nails into the left side of your face and give you four fresh, red tramlines that streak across your exposed cheek!

Meanwhile our friends smile and lick their lips with excitement and approval, as they can't wait to see what you have in store for me?

Yt

Quote from: Frederick on February 02, 2025, 01:36:28 PM
This Daniel is a pretty lucky guy to have these two beautiful women fighting over him!!  I'm excited to see how it goes.

Daniel is not lucky, Daniel is awesome and deserves this. He won my heart the very first time we met and I'm not going to lose him to any hoe.

I think Kate takes Erin down this time

Dear Lord, i was gonna say some stuff, but yabber yabber yabber, Kate said everything there is to say and added some sprinkles on top for good measure.

I'll say this, since we met we've fought, argued and gone up against each other in many ways. I like Kate, why i hear you ask. The reason is simple, when we fight it's always competitive, it's always intense, it's always close. Sure, i beat the bitch, both times, but there was barely a midges you know what between us, 'sides, it's not the result that inspires me, it's the way she writes and the content of what she does.

Ok, Kate promo well and truely over and forever consigned to the cyber garbage pile.

So, she gets her raggedy hair into that scrunchie and then, as i start to try and scramble to my feet she pounces on me, grabbing my wrists and flattening me back down onto the carpet.

I hear all the cries of "Ooooh, destroy the bitch Kate"..."Take her apart"....

You start to spew out more rubbish," you know Daniel only sits with you when i'm not around. You are a poor second choice and as there are only two choices that means ya no choice at all" i hiss back

It's then that you release one wrist and drag ya claws down my cheek as you press my face hard against the carpet. I squirm under you in pain, i feel a wetness on my cheek that can only be blood.

Our legs are tangled, you have the advantage of having your body pressing down on mine which limits my options when it comes to retaliating. I do have one hand free though so i ball up my fist and start to drive punch after punch at your face, not easy from the bottom position it's true, but hopefully still effective.

Why do us girls catfight? Interesting question isn't it dear readers. Well let me tell you it's not for the rewards. Occasionally we have something tangible to fight over but rarely. Having Daniel to fight over on this occasion is the exception that proves the rule.

So dear readers; why do girls like me and Erin catfight?

*We all hear the clockwork as our dear readers think*

"Fun?" Muse our dear readers...

Fun..Fun...FUN!!!. Does it look like catfights are fun when we're pulling out clumps of each other's hair and scratching each other's faces? Take me and Erin, does it look like we're having fun when we do all that? Lol ok..ok! I agree me and Erin bad example :)

*Giggle*

Anyway back to the fun...er catfight :) I have that bitch Erin pinned beneath me on the carpet. Our legs are a tangled mess and our thigh and calf muscles strain against each others. My chest heaves with excitement at the fresh red tramlines on Erin's face. The level of personal satisfaction I feel at this moment threatens to overwhelm my senses. However thankfully Erin is on hand to keep me grounded and naturally she does this with style and grace...as the bitch makes a fist and punches me cleanly in the face. Once, twice, three times her fist pounds my face, I try to grimace through the pain, but my discomfort is etched on my face for all to see. These punches were clean and on target - Erin catches my nose and the top of my lip repeatedly. My lipstick is smeared across my jaw, my face turns red with anger and blood trickles down from my top lip.

"Fucking bitch!" I hiss, as my hands suddenly grab hold of yours and our fingers interlace and lock - we begin to struggle. As we struggle our legs slacken and amongst the swearing and of course the cheers from our friends we begin to transition to our knees. And here is where we end, on our knees, hands locked together struggling in a test of strength. With our eyes locked, we stare at each other's injuries and argue violently over Daniel...

Yt

I'll likely be scarred for life with that bitches nails digging deep grooves in my face. I was never too bothered by my looks anyway....as one comedians catch phrase goes..."Am i bovvered...i ain't bovvered" Had black eyes and my perfect straight nose owes it's existence more to a plastic surgeon than mother nature. That being said i guess i am bovvered after all.
My body strains for freedom, pinned down, as i am, under you. The only good thing about this is that you haven't mounted me and your kitty is nowhere near my face, thanks for small mercies. "You nasty bitch, i'm gonna freakin own you" i hiss, which, given my present circumstances makes a few of the assembled titter....as another comedy star used to say..."titter ye not"

So, i ball up my fist and in somewhat approaching desperation i send punch after punch at your face. Now i'm not expecting much by the way of damage from this, i am on the downlow after all but if i can just get you to stop clawing at my face and make you get the hell off me, then i'll settle for that. Gotta admit here, i do enjoy the sensations of bony knuckles on soft noses and lips and i see a smear of blood on my knucks as i draw my fist back for one more shot at that ugly witch.

Clearly this has the desired as you cease clawing and make a grab for my wrist. That ends my fun...yes FUN, despite what was said earlier by my opponent, i do get fun out of fighting....but it ends my fun for now, but my oh my you don't half look a mess. That pound store lipstick smeared all over your face, you face is red with blood, anger and perspiration. Mines just red from nail marks and the heat from your body as it presses down on mine.....anyway, i digress....you grab my wrists and pin them down, kinda puts an end to your attacks too and that's kinda dumb, you musta read Monicas book on how to lose a catfight, i bought a copy to level up a table in the kitchen, it was just the right size, 20 pages with big letters.

You then look to interlace your fingers with mine and we glare at each other. I whisper so the assembled can't cleaqrly hear.."i am so gonna end you this time....bitch"
We rock n roll....come to think of it you do look a bit like Mick Jagger, what in the living hell Daniel sees in you i have no idea, i must remember to take him to get his eyes checked when he reappears. So we struggle, our muscles flexx...reminds me i need to buy spinich...and slowly, still glaring we rise back to our feet.

I feel a sneaky move coming on and it may surprise you that it has nothing to do with Kates kitty, what it does have to do with is a swiftly raised right foot and a vicious kick with the heel of said foot at the inside of Kates left knee. Now if you've ever taken a kick to that area you'll know it not only hurts like a bitch....quite appropriate methinks....but it can also make you feel just a bit nauseas...it's only fair, i've been looking at her face for far too long in this fight already.

Dear readers and especially those of the female sex, we need a brief interlude for a little girl talk about scratching. Scratching is right up there with hair pulling as being one of the defining characteristics of what makes a catfight. If there was such a thing as catfighting etiquette it would be considered rude or bad form to not scratch a bitches face or pull her hair in a catfight; wouldn't it? However despite scratching being synonymous with catfighting; it's not very effective is it? Hair pulling I would argue is a better tactic; especially when used sparingly. So then why did I choose to scratch Erin's face? Am I jealous that Erin is prettier than me? Hell No!!!

So then...why?

I guess in answering this I should tell you a little bit about me. Those of you who've read my profile will know I like running. But do you also know I'm an adrenaline junkie. Visiting Alton Tower's is a summer ritual of mine and bungee jumping, rock climbing are cherished pastimes as well. So as you can see, I'm most definitely a thrill seeker and I do love to flirt with danger. So has the penny dropped yet? Yes, I clawed that Bitch Erin's face for the sheer thrill of it! Seeing those fresh red tramlines appear on her face, while looking into those eyes brimming with hate...Hmm it's so good, so exciting! But it also serves purpose beyond personal satisfaction...

Let's say you had a choice of catfights - Would you:

A: Want the catfight with the quick and decisive victory?

Or

B: Want the long drawn out catfight where the difference between victory and defeat is as wide as the proverbial cigarette paper?

For me it's B every time! And here's where scratching serves a purpose, no matter who she is, no bitch reacts well to having her face clawed. Yes, some may crack but those bitches shouldn't of been in a catfight to begin with. Erin of course will not crack, but she will get angry. Eventually her emotions will drive to the point where she is no longer fighting smart. Gone will be the cool calm and collected bitch we all love, in her place will be a wild and feral bitch! She will throw her body and soul into the catfight and I will match her with my own fury and uncontrollable anger. Look we're fighting over Daniel, what happened between us at Christmas is a skirmish in comparison. We're both wearing are hearts on our sleeves for this one, this catfight is a fucking war!

Anyway enough of my rambling...

On the carpet me and Erin kneel, face to face, with our fingers interlocked we struggle for control over each other. We both scream out rapid fire insults that fill our friends hearts with joy, while also taking more personal moments to whisper in each other's ears the most poisonous and provocative of comments; you whisper to me:

"I am so gonna end you this time....bitch"

I simply stick out my tongue to express my distain for you, before deploying a sexy smile. As I take the time to address an earlier comment:

"Pound store lipstick!!! Says the bitch who always smells like a tarts handkerchief. You do know Daniel hates your perfume? He can't stand the smell and always seeks sanctuary within my arms bitch!"

You sneer at me in anger, the truth hurts..and you're (Play YouTube Video)

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My grin says it all and your eyes say to me "Fuck you Kate!" (Or words to that effect). It's at that moment we begin to rise off the carpet in a race to be vertical. By a fraction of a second you win and kick me in my left knee, towards the inside to be precise. While I did not know this at the time, allegedly my face went sort of purple as your slammed your foot into my knee. I screech in pain:

"Arhhhhh Fuck!!!"

My fingers release my grasp of your hands and I tumble onto my pert buttocks. I tuck my left knee in towards me and rub it with my soothing warm hands. Meanwhile my face overflows with hatred and anger, as I take my place on the carpet and take my turn to look up at you.

I simply snarl at you:

"Bitch!"

Yt

Wow this is art!

Quote from: SweetGrace on February 04, 2025, 10:33:20 PM
Wow this is art!

Thanks, well please do come back on Saturday when the voting will open :)

Also feel free to say something bitchy about either myself, Erin or the both of us. It really does add some spice to the occasion.

Xoxo
Kate

Always love watching Erin Lee in action. Go Erin Lee get her.
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After some degree of waffling on the matter, I've decided to throw my hat into the KateA camp. In addition to her quality monologuing and witty rapport (which Erin Lee has in droves as well (just that Kate's lands more to my liking I guess? kudos to both of them, really!)), Kate is the offended party and would as such be relatively incensed and passionate and would fight harder, if maybe more recklessly, which could go well or poorly.

I tend to think "well," as she is an experienced fighter and would use her passion to her advantage. This would only be further backed by the fact that she has yet to win, despite some very close calls, so she will fight harder still, just enough to tip the scales to victory against a relatively (note, relatively) indifferent Erin Lee.

Quote from: Randomnosity25 on February 05, 2025, 06:30:10 AM
After some degree of waffling on the matter, I've decided to throw my hat into the KateA camp. In addition to her quality monologuing and witty rapport (which Erin Lee has in droves as well (just that Kate's lands more to my liking I guess? kudos to both of them, really!)), Kate is the offended party and would as such be relatively incensed and passionate and would fight harder, if maybe more recklessly, which could go well or poorly.

I tend to think "well," as she is an experienced fighter and would use her passion to her advantage. This would only be further backed by the fact that she has yet to win, despite some very close calls, so she will fight harder still, just enough to tip the scales to victory against a relatively (note, relatively) indifferent Erin Lee.

And now i know why you have a profile pic named "The Fool"

I slam my heel into the inside of your knee, you drop to the floor like a felled tree, the only thing missing is someone shouting "TIMBER" The assembled really are not that sharp when it comes to repartee, and all you can come back with is "BITCH" You disappoint me Kate, i at least expected "You fucking tramp" or "Backwoods whore" something a bit more graphic than just "BITCH"

Anywhooo, while you ask someone to fetch you a dictionary i grab a bottle of water from the nearest skank and dab my bloodied face with some of the contents, glugging the rest down and tossing the bottle back to the assembled, i can only hope it clouts Monica on the head.

Back to business. Some cheap shots are what's needed here methinks, and by cheap shots i mean verbals. I look down at you from just slightly outside the range of your arms n legs. "Who was it introduced you to Daniel? It was me you tramp, who's collar does Daniel wear? Mine you slut. Who does Daniel come to when his coat needs a brush, yes, it's me. You may play with Daniel but that is because you are on Daniels level mentally....deny that if you can witch."

I start to stalk around you, a kick to your face would end this right here right now, thing is, i don't want to end this until i've made you suffer. I think even you will have to accept that when i beat you to make it 3-0 to me, you'll have to then accept i not only own Daniel but i own you too.

"C'mon skank, get up n fight"...i glance round to see who it was said that, i suspect it was Ewa but it could have been Monica, that bitch would pay good money to see me get beat up, she'd have to pay someone cos not a chance in hell she could do it herself.

Back to you Kate, i've waited, i've stalled. I'm not gonna pounce on you like you did on me, i want you back on your feet to fight me like the tramp you truely are. So finally i move in and grab a hold of your once silken locks that are now more a tangled mess, hell i could make a door mat out of that hair. As i tangle some of it in my fingers i start to yank you to ya feet. "Reckon you'll have a limp for a few days bitch" i say, smirking, then i go to spin you by your hair with the intention of getting a strike on the assembled as i release you.

On the carpet I continue to rub my aching knee, Erin's shot was precise and fucking hell it was painful. However I'm dealing with Erin here, Erin the world class bitch and if there is one thing I know about Erin. It's that she buys her stockings from the from the bargain bin at the BP petrol station on Stockport Road, Manchester - Classy, real classy Erin! I also know that she absolutely adores the sound of her own voice, this last point is clearly more salient but the truth about Erin and her sleazy stockings needed to come out. Come to think about it, I know quite a bit about Erin...maybe I should start a blog? But I digress yet again...

The main point I was trying to make is that Erin loves to flap those gums and wow the bitch does not disappoint on this occasion. But this gives me time and a little time is all I need. Were you all paying attention when I previously said I'm a runner? Well I've gotten used to running through the pain barrier and this little niggle is not going to stop me dear readers. So anyone authoring my catfight obituary based on that last attack, put down the fucking pen and listen up! Anyway back to Erin's monologue of lies and self delusions...the biatch rants:

"Who was it introduced you to Daniel? It was me you tramp, who's collar does Daniel wear? Mine you slut. Who does Daniel come to when his coat needs a brush, yes, it's me. You may play with Daniel but that is because you are on Daniels level mentally....deny that if you can witch."

I roll my eyes in despair and shake my head until finally you stop. I slap my hands down onto the carpet and staring directly at you, I shout:

"You must take us for fools to make your lies so transparent Erin! If you're going to lie, you should really get some lessons from Steph! Daniel is mine, you know it, I know it...hell even the fucking peanuts over there know it and they're all as dumb as Katie Price. You're not stealing Daniel from me you fucking deranged whore!"

*Meanwhile we both here the clockwork as the peanuts begin the slow, slow...extremely slow process of working out they've just been insulted*

With our verbal exchange of lies and truths completed (My dear readers - good luck in working out which one of us was lying), you finally come on over and grab hold of my hair and pull. I rise quickly but as I do so my fists tenderise your flabby stomach and breasts on the way up. For me it feels like a morning at the gym but instead of a punching bag...I have an old bag, don't I Erin?

However with the catfight set for its next dramatic turn...Will Erin fold and collapse like Canada when faced with US tariffs? Or will she be able to spin me by my hair and score a strike?

So tune in tomorrow (or possibly later today) for the next exciting episode of "We need to talk about Daniel." - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

Yt

Quote from: Erin Lee on February 05, 2025, 09:20:50 AM

Quote from: Randomnosity25 on February 05, 2025, 06:30:10 AM
After some degree of waffling on the matter, I've decided to throw my hat into the KateA camp. In addition to her quality monologuing and witty rapport (which Erin Lee has in droves as well (just that Kate's lands more to my liking I guess? kudos to both of them, really!)), Kate is the offended party and would as such be relatively incensed and passionate and would fight harder, if maybe more recklessly, which could go well or poorly.

I tend to think "well," as she is an experienced fighter and would use her passion to her advantage. This would only be further backed by the fact that she has yet to win, despite some very close calls, so she will fight harder still, just enough to tip the scales to victory against a relatively (note, relatively) indifferent Erin Lee.

And now i know why you have a profile pic named "The Fool"

Erin you fucking B....oh hell! I give up!!! Even I can't defend Randomnosity25 from that epic burn :o

*Passes the Aloe Vera*

Let this be a lesson to men everywhere!!! When us girls are fighting...be it an argument or catfight! Best thing you can do is sit in a corner and enjoy the show. Just be warned...say or even worse do the wrong thing!

You will get burned!

*High fives Erin*

I've watched these two go at it before and when Erin does her thing it's quite possibly impossible to not be captivated by her and her sexiness but I have to admit I am becoming quite enamored with Kate. So forward, confident, mean, rough, skilled. I could go on and on...and don't even get me going on those legs of hers. I find myself unconsciously biting my bottom lip and batting my eyes at her even though she is preoccupied at the moment and can't see me.

I LOVE when you two tangle!

I can feel the extra determination in your body. Does that even make sense? well it does to me. I can feel how much you want...no want is the wrong word....need, yes that's it, you NEED to beat me. It's not even about Daniel, though Daniel certainly was the instrument that caused the fight, he is still secondary to the real reason you want to fight again. You have a sense of injustice, i know it, you know it and everyone watching knows it. You know you should have beaten me at least once, maybe even both times we fought previously and it's eating you up. You dream of beating me, dream of humiliating me. Don't even try to deny it, we both know it's true.

Nothing between us in this fight so far, you started strong, i've come back a lil. The assembled are enjoying the scrap, i even caught Bridgette drooling as she got a look at your stretched out body. Monica looks at me like a tigress catching sight of her next meal.

I grab you by your hair to haul you back to your feet but you are far from helpless. Lefts and rights beat a tattoo on my breasts and tummy...wait...that should be tummy and breasts....gotta get the anatomy correct...as i lift you. I grunt, groan and jerk with each shot from your nasty lil fists and quickly release your hair aiming instead to just shove you by your shoulders back into the wall.

I back away somewhat and rearrange my breasts back inside my rather skimpy bra, then i crouch a lil and bring up my fists...."wanna fist fight skank?" i hiss as i beckon you to come towards me

Quote from: Wicked on February 06, 2025, 03:04:07 AM
I LOVE when you two tangle!

And we love it too :)

Ladies...

Can I break the fourth wall to say, I'm a little disappointed in you all :o

Here we have me and Erin catfighting over Daniel and you're all being very quiet...too quiet!

I love and adore audience participation in my polls and I really do want you all to be a part of the story. So please drop a comment:

Talk trash to me!
Talk trash to Erin!
Say something nasty about the bitch stood next to you.
If any of you think Daniel deserves better than myself or Erin, say so!
Be proactive, be catty :)

Oh and reminder that the voting opens this Saturday :)

Xoxo
Kate xx

The look in your eyes says it all, you're enjoying this and to be honest so am I. We've been best friends for a long time, well it sure feels like a long time. I will never forget your kindness and support over the passing of my dog Bex and I will always love you for that. You were there for me when I needed you and I will always be there for you Erin. We love each other as much as two friends can, but before people reach for their violins. You've got to remember that we love catfighting most of all and especially when it's against each other. As honestly it's not every day you get an opportunity to rake your nails down the face of someone as beautiful as Erin or me and not have to worry about any legal consequences.

There will be other consequences of course; as while me and Erin always make up fairly quickly after a catfight. Neither of us waits too long to start a new game. It begins of course with fake compliments that conceal a venomous sting. Then we begin talking behind each other's backs, Steph told me Erin said the following about me:

Kate swears she's a fitness guru now, but I heard she's been photoshopping her gym selfies and secretly gets those 'instant results' from a doctor.

Then before that Erin said:

Kate swears she's never had work done, but if that's true, then why does her face magically change every six months?

I of course am not without sin, I said this about Erin:

Erin loves to criticise other people's outfits, but the last time we went out together she showed up looking like she got dressed in the dark with whatever was left on her floor.

I also said:

Erin keeps bragging about her 'dream job' but I heard she actually got fired months ago and is just pretending to still work there.

Thankfully Steph keeps a detailed journal of what we're saying about each other and from this point on it don't take much to start a catfight between us! But this Daniel situation is fucking intolerable, this feels different. Daniel is mine, I saw him first and bitch I'm not sharing. Daniel has only one Mistress and it's me! So jog on slut and stay away from my Daniel. But a hoe's got to hoe...so here are - woman to woman!

My punches tenderised your stomach and breasts, you grimace in pain and petulantly shove me into the wall. My shoulder blades take the brunt of the impact and I snarl at you, however our friends are getting restless. They came here to see us ruin each other, they crave tears, they need drama and yes; they want blood too and howls of pain too. So when you raise your fists and hiss:

"wanna fist fight skank?"

I hiss back:

"It would be my pleasure you fucking whore!"

Our friends immediately jump into their happy dance...

"Happy Dance?" Says our puzzled dear readers.

"Think River Dance, but with more "accidental" stomping of each other's heels and ankles" I reply as I raise my own fists and walk towards Erin. You hold your ground and we both watch each other very carefully...

Suddenly I throw a right towards your left cheek. Your head darts to the right avoiding my punch, meanwhile my left fist catches your right breast. Surprised by my sudden left, you leave yourself open for a right to your left cheek. My fist connects sweetly and you stumble backwards a few steps but crucially you stand your ground and remain vertical. Angry about the punch to the face and mad with jealousy, you raise your fists and...

What does Erin do? Does Erin really get dressed in the Dark? Will Kate stand her ground?

Tune in tomorrow (or possibly later today) for the next exciting episode of "We need to talk about Daniel." - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

Quote from: Wicked on February 06, 2025, 03:04:07 AM
I LOVE when you two tangle!

Not as much as me though  :P

Quote from: sadie on February 07, 2025, 12:07:56 AM
I step out of the motel room – hair a rat's nest, lipstick smeared, shirt buttoned wrong, one shoe-on, one shoe-off.

Behind me, Daniel's laying on the bed exhausted – shirtless torso sweaty, breathing hard.

"You ladies keep pillow-fighting as long as you want," I wink. "Daniel's in good hands."

Oh dear, Sadie, you will live to regret that comment.

And she accuses me of yapping a lot?!?! I guess it's alright if ya wanna read 15 paragraphs before you get to the action. I actually fell asleep half way through that monologue and woke to find her fists coming flying at me from all directions. Good to see one missed though. Don't worry, sarcasm is my main weapon of choice, Kates is talking. Am i being mean? I sure hope so. Nice of Sadie to let us all know where Daniel is and what he's been doing, i think Sadie is just a wishful dreamer, only this dream will turn into her nightmare...and that my friends is a promise.

See now, Katie, for tis she i share a flat with. Some call them apartments but being a north Manchester chick i call them by there real name...flats. Frasier has an apartment and he's a yank. Why i hear you ask, do two people who clearly spend much of their time hating and fighting each other share a flat? Well i'll tell ya. Katie, on her more amenable days is a friendly, generous outgoing chick. Legs up to her ass, a smile that would melt an iceberg and lotsa money. On top of that she enjoys a good fight and that is the real attraction of Katie. It saves me having to go looking for a fight when i know i can come back to our FLAT and within a matter of minutes we are going at it. Added to that, neither of us are gonna be calling the fuzz, plod, pigs, peelers, coppers and any other name you know the police by. So there you have it, we live together cos we like to fight together. I'm pretty sure that makes us certifiable but what else would you expect from two women who actually LIKE to fight.

I should say at this point that Monica has agreed to fight me once this fight is over, no doubt hoping i'll be sufficiently beat up to offer lil resistance.

And so, to the fight. I push Kate away, she replies by swinging punch after punch at my face and body. Some hit, the one to my tit knocked it out of my bra. The assembled hooted in delight at this. Then a punch to my face catches me fully on the cheek. That one not only staggered me, it turned my face to the side and sent a shower of sweat flashing across the room. It hurt, i won't deny it, it hit the very same area that Kates nails had carved pretty pictures on earlier.

I scream out in rage and rush at you. All thoughts of a tactical scrap now long gone. My hands flail at your face, my body crashes into yours..."I fucking HATE you" i scream as i try to headbutt you on the nose.

It was only a few seconds after my fist connected with Erin that I heard Sadie's shocking revelation. My knees shuddered, it felt like the weight of my body was going to collapse me to the floor. I slowly turn my head to Sadie and with a broken voice I say:

"Sa-Sa-Sadie...you...you...did..whaaaat with Daniel? My Daniel!"

I turn my back on Erin and walk over to you, looking you sternly in the eyes. I'm a mixture of emotions - anger and disappointment wash over me.

*Smack*

My open right hand burns across your left cheek.

"Sadie, we're going to have to have a little talk!" I hiss at you before I turn and head back over to Erin.

The room erupts, etiquette would suggest that me turning back on Erin to slap Sadie was bad form to say the least. Slapping a spectator is almost unheard of at arranged catfight, however this situation is most definitely unique. Erin doesn't say a word to me about that slap but her eyes convey a sense of agreement with my actions. Be it me or Erin left standing at the end, one of us will be having words with Sadie.

Still this fleeting moment of mutual understanding and respect does not last long as Erin absolutely loses her cool....but before we continue, I have a confession:

Dear readers and my beloved friends...I am Erin's mistress!

Gasps fill the room with perhaps the biggest one coming from Erin herself. I'm sure this shocking statement is news to her, but let me elaborate. As I'm not that sort of mistress, or that sort of mistress! I calmly say to Erin:

"Omg Erin, our readers have such filthy minds!!!"

Look the only part of Erin I would ever claim to be mistress of is her "Prefrontal Cortex". See, I bet none of you had that on your 2025 catfight bingo cards did you? Now I see everyone looks puzzled? Don't worry, I get that look a lot.

Anyway the prefrontal cortex is the part of the brain that helps regulate emotions and control impulsive reactions, such as anger. Well in the case of Erin, I own that territory. I am the mistress of Erin's prefrontal cortex...as no bitch alive has mastered the art of provoking and enraging her to the point where she just loses it as well as me! When it comes to cool, calm Erin...I'm her kryptonite!

With the biology lesson over we get back to Erin losing her cool, she charges at me like the crazy cat woman from the Simpsons. Her hands flail wildly in front of my face and her nails randomly snag and scrape both my cheeks. Broken red tramlines begin to breakout all over my face as Erin screams:

"I fucking HATE you"

Before grabbing hold of me and head butting me in my nose.

*Crunch*

"Arhhh you fucking bitch!" I squeal in pain, as I stumble backwards a few steps before eventually falling backwards and landing on my pert ass. Blood begins to drip from my right nostril, as my hands gingerly try to soothe my aching head and bruised nose. Tears begin to form around my eyes and my mascara puts on its running shoes in anticipation of racing across my cheeks.

However head butting me was tad painful for Erin too...she...

What happened to Erin? Will the mascara on the left or right side of Kate's face win the race across her cheeks? Is Kate really the Mistress of Erin's Prefrontal Cortex?

Tune in tomorrow (or possibly later today) for the next exciting episode of "We need to talk about Daniel." - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

Watching the fight between these two bitches I have to say that you have not been the only ones to spend moments with Daniel, while I shake my hair and adjust my top with my girls

Quote from: marlu Queen on February 07, 2025, 01:32:57 PM
Watching the fight between these two bitches I have to say that you have not been the only ones to spend moments with Daniel, while I shake my hair and adjust my top with my girls

Really???

Marlu, you're going to regret this...mark my words!

Seems MY Daniel is uber popular but that is hardly a surprise to me. There are plenty who claim to own him, including the bitch Kate and that's ok too. You are all liars, cheats and sluts....as the song goes *All my friends are sluts and whores* In fact, after a quick trip over to YouTube i found this....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsC_2u4fMOY

Now, it's a Saturday morning, if i remember correctly Kate is going to open the voting today. I urge you people, vote, vote, vote. Vote for me or vote for Kate, she tried so hard the lil dear, even trying to start another fight with Sadie mid way through a fight with me, i mean, that's confidence, right? or stupidity? You decide. Hell, the bitch even turned her back on me...now where did i put that baseball bat? But no, i wouldn't, would i? nah. I enjoy watching Sadie getting slapped silly too much to try and interfere. So i stand there, right hip cocked, right hand resting on right hip, right eyebrow raised

Finally you get back to me...so very kind of you. I uncock hip, lower eyebrow and bunch up fist. Yep the bitch penetrated my well known cool as the red tram lines on her face and the swollen nose clearly show. Penetrating my cool is not the smartest decision you have ever made

You don't really look so cute sat there on ya butt with ya face all messed up and ya nose dripping blood. I could, right here and now aim a kick at the underside of ya jaw and end this scrap, but my cool has recooled so instead of following up that headbutt, which i have to say, i am not that proud of delivering, it was cheap and despite what Kate says, i am NOT cheap.

I rearrange my breasts back inside my bra, getting them all nice n comfy, then i reach for Kates hair, but i don't try and lift her, i remember what happened last time i did that, instead i start to back away, looking to drag her by said hair across the carpet.

The moment you've all been waiting for is here at last....voting is open :)

Xoxo
Kate

Firstly and probably most Importantly that song Erin found for us, I have to admit it definitely fits us all like a glove - especially Steph! But am I the only who could totally imagine that song in a Disney animation? It would be a perfect for Frozen 3...just imagine it :)

Anyway let's get back to the action, so Erin who totally lost her cool (Probably still sulking from gaining a few pounds) has just head butted me! Such undignified behaviour for a catfight...but never the less it was effective and knocked me onto my pert and frankly magnificent ass. With my nose now in need of one of those previously mentioned miraculous face changes, I was pissed! Erin however was busy adjusting her bra again, honestly that girl adjusts her bra so often I think she's hoping that a fucking genie will pop out! Oh that film Aladdin has a lot to answer for.

Still as I begin to scheme and plot Erin's downfall and make no mistake the bitch is going down! Just then I feel Erin's fingers grab my hair, but instead of pulling me up she drags me across the room. Thankfully my jeans protect me from any nasty carpet burns, but my scalp is blazing like Los Angeles. And yes, dear readers it fucking hurts and for those of you who've been paying attention. I previously mentioned my mascara had put on its running shoes, well team right took the victory in the running race and my cheeks are now a glorious mess.

However as Erin pulls my hair I crawl as fast as I can towards her. Eventually I close the gap between us and then am further aided by Erin and her legendary sense of direction. So legendary is her sense of direction or total lack of it. Rumour's from a reliable source...

"It's Steph isn't it!" Our dear readers scream at once.

Yes, and granted maybe reliable is too strong a word...still trust me - this bitch has her sources!!!

However according to Steph, Erin once got lost in a parking lot, gave up, and called an Uber - to the exact spot where her car was parked.
So as you can see Erin boxing herself into a corner came as no surprise. But what did come as a surprise was me getting on my knees in front of her, pulling back my right fist and smashing it straight into her kitty! My punch was clean, precise and even our dear friends said they felt that one. However I did not know this at the time, as I was screaming at Erin:
"You fucking Bitch! I hate you whore...I hate you so much!"
Does Kate really hate Erin? (Yes I scream) Would Erin get herself lost on an Escalator?

Tune in tomorrow (or possibly later today) for the next exciting episode of "We need to talk about Daniel." - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

Listen, popsicle, if i didn't spend time adjusting my boobs back inside my bra, firstly i'd be concentrating on you...and you know that would not be a good thing...for you. And secondly they would take everyones attention away from you and that's another thing you wouldn't enjoy...so quit moaning.

As for my sense of direction, well, i know where you are and at the moment that's the only direction i need to know...capiche?

As for getting lost on an escalator, well i've never managed to do this but i have had one unfortunate incident involving one. When i was ickle i sat down on a step as the escalator moved upwards, only i didn't get up as it reached the top and my hand was sliced open by them sharp bits of metal where the treads vanish to go back and do it all over again. It hurt!

So, i'm dragging Kate around the room by her hair, she scuttles after me as quickly as her rather large posterior will allow. The assembled are laughing and jeering, does that mean they support me?...does it hell. They don't give a monkeys who wins as long as we both get beat up. Like i said previously, sluts and whores.

I'm just starting to enjoy myself when Kate has to go and ruin things by getting a bit too close and slamming her fist into my kitty. Time seems to stand still, my mouth drops open, eyes widen, then a rather loud moan of protest...oh ok, more like a screech of pain exits my mouth. I let go of her hair and as my knees wobble i go to covering my kitty with both hands...that was as low, if not lower than a headbutt, you bitch.

I back away as fast as my knock knees will allow..."fucking tramp" i hiss, more of a strangled groan if i'm honest, then i slowly subside to my knees with my back to the wall.

*I Smile and Giggle playfully*

I know, I know - where the hell did all this come from? I'm in the most important catfight of my life against Erin! Where I'm literally fighting tooth and nail over My Daniel and he is My Daniel! But Erin called me "Popsicle" which honestly I thought was cute. See Erin does love me, despite the tears and tantrums...she definitely loves me and well that just made me smile. Now if only Erin will admit it?

Still to be fair to Erin, saying "I love you too Kate". It's probably the last thing on her mind at the moment since I just punched the bitch in her kitty. With this blow Erin screeched like a banshee, her knees began to wobble and she eventually dropped to them in the corner. With us both on our knees, our eyes reunited and we glared deeply into each other's souls. Erin hiss's at me:

"Fucking Tramp!"

I briefly think about saying something back but instead I simply blow her a kiss, which I guess would wind her up probably a lot more. But as fun as it is to mess with Erin's mind, I really should get back to the catfight. So with both hands I grab hold of Erin's hair and yank her head towards me and down towards the carpet. However as you're being pulled by your hair towards me, I'm doing a backwards style roll onto my back. I spread my legs with anticipation and with one final tug, your neck is between my thighs. I excitedly lock my ankles together and scissor your neck as I begin to squeeze! But as if this scissor was not painful and annoying enough, I take the opportunity to have a chat with you:

"So Erin...how do you like it between my thighs you bitch? By the way, while you're like this I guess it's a good time to confess that it was me. It was I who..."

What did Kate do to Erin? How will Erin escape from the grip of Kate's thighs? Will Monica ever successfully complete the McDonald's child's maze puzzle she's been struggling with since the fight began?

Tune in tomorrow for the next exciting episode of "We need to talk about Daniel." - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

without losing attention to the fight between these two bitches, the only thing I want is for them to ruin each other, neither of them is better than me...

Quote from: marlu Queen on February 10, 2025, 01:36:37 PM
without losing attention to the fight between these two bitches, the only thing I want is for them to ruin each other, neither of them is better than me...

Please Marlu, catfighting is a game for the young! So why don't you go and crochet something you jealous old crone!

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on February 10, 2025, 02:13:08 PM

Quote from: marlu Queen on February 10, 2025, 01:36:37 PM
without losing attention to the fight between these two bitches, the only thing I want is for them to ruin each other, neither of them is better than me...

Please Marlu, catfighting is a game for the young! So why don't you go and crochet something you jealous old crone!

That comment makes me take part in the fight... while Erin drags Kate by the hair... I kicked that bitch Kate in the legs

Quote from: marlu Queen on February 10, 2025, 02:36:22 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on February 10, 2025, 02:13:08 PM

Quote from: marlu Queen on February 10, 2025, 01:36:37 PM
without losing attention to the fight between these two bitches, the only thing I want is for them to ruin each other, neither of them is better than me...

Please Marlu, catfighting is a game for the young! So why don't you go and crochet something you jealous old crone!

That comment makes me take part in the fight... while Erin drags Kate by the hair... I kicked that bitch Kate in the legs

"Ow you dirty old skank...how dare you kick me bitch!" I snarl.

Turning my head towards the Crochet Queen, I hiss:

"When I'm done with Erin, you and me are going to have a little chat...bitch!"

Meanwhile my scissor hold slackens just a little leaving Erin at no risk of losing consciousness however her escape of my clutches will take some effort.

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on February 10, 2025, 02:49:24 PM

Quote from: marlu Queen on February 10, 2025, 02:36:22 PM

Quote from: KateA - The Devil In Heels on February 10, 2025, 02:13:08 PM

Quote from: marlu Queen on February 10, 2025, 01:36:37 PM
without losing attention to the fight between these two bitches, the only thing I want is for them to ruin each other, neither of them is better than me...

Please Marlu, catfighting is a game for the young! So why don't you go and crochet something you jealous old crone!

That comment makes me take part in the fight... while Erin drags Kate by the hair... I kicked that bitch Kate in the legs

"Ow you dirty old skank...how dare you kick me bitch!" I snarl.

Turning my head towards the Crochet Queen, I hiss:

"When I'm done with Erin, you and me are going to have a little chat...bitch!"

Meanwhile my scissor hold slackens just a little leaving Erin at no risk of losing consciousness however her escape of my clutches will take some effort.

I accept... you bitch...

As i struggle to my knees Kate is there waiting but one of the assembled gives her a swift kick up her more than ample rump. Now i don't for a single moment think this was to help me, although i think i need help, no, it's because this person wants to fight with Kate. Far be it from me to get in the way of this side show, cos that is exactly what it will be. Kates attention turns to this interloper who i now know to be Marlu Queen, self styled no doubt with a very inflated sense of her own worth. I mean, getting involved in someone elses fight just ain't done, but she did, so she has and i'm sure even Kate will be able to straighten her out.

Seems Kate isn't intending to fight her now however as her attention turns back to me. What have i been doing while Kates attention was on Marlu, well you can guess, i was straightening my bra and trying to recover from the cheap shot to my kitty.

Kate is quick to get back on the attack, grabbing my hair and hauling me forwards while pulling my head down. Her long legs wrap around my head and she starts to squeeze. My arms and to a certain extent my legs start to flail around as i desperately seek a way out of this situation. I hear Kate and Marlu continue their arguement. Hell, Kates attention isn't even fully on me and yet she still has me in a vice like head scissors

I feel the pressure on my head slacken for some reason and i start to slap at her thighs. My head is burning and no doubt red as a beetroot, i need to escape this nasty hold and quickly. So i stop with the slaps and instead dig my nails intp the back of your thighs, ripping them down your flesh in a desperate attempt to free myself

What a fucking Bitch! No not Erin, the other fucking bitch! Marlu the crochet Queen. I'm going to tear apart that old skank and claw my name onto the face!

"Sure you can spell it Kate?" Giggle the dear readers.

"Oh ha hardy ha" I say sarcastically reply

However that tart can wait, as right now it's all about Erin and my Daniel. I refuse to let Erin steal Daniel from me and be under no doubt, I'm steadfast in my resolve - Erin is going down! Anyway with Erin's head trapped between my thighs (Oh in another life this would have a whole other meaning) I maintain my hold of Erin. While other bitches in my position would be screaming at Erin to give, I won't insult her or waste my time by asking.

Instead I just put my hand in my jeans pocket and pull out a tab of my favourite cherry flavour gum and begin to chew it. Our beloved friends and even our dear readers all have the same thought. Just who the fuck does this bitch think she is? Yes, casually chewing gum in the middle of a catfight while scissoring your rivals head between your thighs, it's a little much, it's a little cocky to say the least.

"Isn't this too much Kate?" Say our dear readers

"Oh have faith!" I simply say before sending them a cryptic smile.

Mean while between my thighs Erin's tongue..Oh no wait, Wrong story! Mean while between my thighs Erin's hands begin to slap at them. Her blows sting but not enough to encourage me to release my hold of her. But then the claws come out and she buries her nails into my thigh's and I scream in pain.

"Arhhh you fucking bitch! Ow ow...Ow!!

*Time out* call the dear readers, "you were wearing jeans were you not Kate?" They ask.

"I was wearing ripped jeans and Erin just skilfully found a tear and dug her nails in. So if you don't mind, may we please be allowed to continue our catfight Uninterrupted."

*shakes my head at the dear readers*

Now where was I? Are yes..."Ow Ow Ow!! I scream as you continue to burrow into the flesh of my shapely thigh. The pain is unbearable and soon my legs are forced a release you. I roll away from you as you take a moment to get on all fours in readiness to get back on your feet. However I'm not done with you, I crawl the short distance over to you. Our eyes lock and as they do, I grab the gum out of my mouth and with my right hand...I place it in your hair! I begin to knead it in with my fingers, a few seconds was all I needed to make a right mess. I then let go and simply stand up...a deadly silence fills the room. Satisfied with my deed, I begin to laugh before I take a few steps back and await your furious assault.

Has Kate signed her own death warrant with cherry flavoured gum? Is Erin's anger at this schoolgirl style bitchy behaviour off the charts? Will we need new charts? Has anyone ever put gum in Erin's hair before?

Tune in tomorrow for the next exciting episode of "We need to talk about Daniel." - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

I follow the fight carefully and I see the dirty movement of that bitch Kate, as expected... Erin is not a friend of mine, in fact... we have already fought on other occasions, but Kate's movement burying the gum in Erin's hair is like being a bad whore...

Omg two of the best and two of my favorites

Clawing away at Kates legs, so frazzled by the headscissors i didn't even notice she was wearing jeans, good job they were somewhat ripped or my clawing would be somewhat useless. However, i did manage to access the flesh of those long thighs and my clawing gets the desired response, my head pops free as you squeal and do your best to get away from me.

I'd have thought after our first two scraps, keeping well away from me is what you would have preferred, but no, ever a glutton for punishment, back you come again to test my desire to fight. I have to admit here and now i'm slowly but surely getting worn down. I do love a good fight but there is only so much fighting a bitch can do in any given period before her body and mind start to lose their abilities to fight back. I think after this has ended i'll join the assembled, grab a chair and a nice long cool glass of something alcoholic and watch Kate and Marlu tear lumps out of each other. That's if Kate is still able to walk, ain't no promises of that happening.

Where was i?...oh yes, just scarred her thighs and got me noggin free. I notice my breasts are once again making a break from the confines of my bra...oh sod it, i can't be assed putting them back this time. We are on our knees facing each other. I'm a bit more worn down i reckon after having my head squeezed and i react way too slowly as you crawl on your knees towards me. You have some gum, gawd knows where that came from but i know where it ends up, in my silken locks, that's where. Now that's pure filth, no other words do it justice. What low like bitch would tangle someones hair in chewing gum...or chuddy as we call it here. After doing the dirty deed you scuttle backwards, prolly the smartest move you've made in a while. I reach up into my hair and find it matted in gum, i sniff my fingers and get the smell of cherry, not even a flavour i like.

In anger i lurch up to my feet and rush at you, this time it's not my nails you need to watch out for but my fists, i start windmilling my arms, lefts and right headed in your direction but not with any particular skill or aim, just a desire to hurt you and make you suffer for what you just did

How do you even vote for one over the over, these two set the cyberfighting bar so high!! I bow down to you both!!

I'm the cat that got the cream :)

Seeing the look of shear horror on Erin's face as she realises and comes to terms with what I did to her hair. It's simply thrilling and yes; this whole episode with the gum is also quite pointless. No amount of gum in Erin's hair is going to help me win the catfight.

"Then why do it?" Ask our puzzled dear readers?

I smile as I reply:

"Why I did it for the lols. Also I think the bitch deserves it for not liking cherry flavoured gum. If I was queen of the world, not liking Cherry would be a capital offence!"

However those of you who know me well, know when I'm lying - like right now. I didn't do it for lols, I did it to get under the bitch Erin's skin. As the bitch who loses her cool, tends to lose the catfight. So when I see Erin lunge towards me with her fists flailing in the air with grace of a drunken Steph; I knew it was mission accomplished. So it's only natural I charge at Erin myself and like her I channel my inner drunken Steph.

*Time Out*

"Kate, what happened to those who lose their cool. Lose the catfight?" Screams our now exasperated dear readers.

"Oh it's true...but losing your cool in a catfight is so much fun...now if you excuse me; I have Erin's hair to rip out"

Finally we clash, your right fist clocks me hard on the left side of my head. While my right hits your head in a similar place, at a similar time. We both shudder and grunt in anger but remain firmly vertical. We begin to trade punches and with neither of us thinking about defence, we both wildly punch each other in the head. Our blows are all over the place in terms of strength, but we don't care! We're having fun!

Now Erin might not admit it but we've definitely reached a point in our catfight where we both must give in to our more animalistic instincts. I've really fucked with your hair today and no way are you going to let that slide without getting even. So it's no surprise to anyone when we both bury our hands in each other's hair and...

"Ew Erin...what the fuck have you got in your hair? Oh silly me....IT'S MY GUM!!!" I hiss

So it's no surprise to anyone when we both bury our hands in each other's hair and begin to pull with all our might.

*Ten minutes and much screaming later*

"Rip...Rip...RIP!!!" Chant our most beloved friends as we continue to pull and drop clumps of each other's hair onto floor. However I must say there is a bright side to this moment...If this catfight were to ever go in front of a judge, we've now both got a solid temporary insanity plea as a defence :)

But then, like a bolt of magical lightning came a moment both myself and Erin will never forget. It was the shock of our life's, our beloved friends *Gulp* said something sensible *Gulp*

"Won't you two just fucking hit each other already!" Our beloved friends scream...it's then Erin...

What will Erin do? How much hair do Kate and Erin have left? Do Kate and Erin really have a credible insanity plea?

Tune in tomorrow for the next exciting episode of "We need to talk about Daniel." - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

Well how's everyone enjoying the catfight?

Hopefully me and Erin have lived up to peoples expectations :)

Anyway with time rapidly running out, it's almost time for you fence sitter's to show your hands and vote for either Me or Erin. I know it's a tough choice, but please vote :)

Also girls...you're letting down the sisterhood! This is your perfect chance to say snide and bitchy comments about myself and Erin - don't waste it!

Xoxo
Kate

Quote from: Lauren_Phillips on February 12, 2025, 11:33:03 PM
Pulling for Erin in this one. You got this, girl.

Red heads have the worst taste.

No matter how much more I read, my mind's been made up since the beginning.

Erin wins this.

So with slightly just over one and a half days left to vote, it still anyone's catfight...it really is.

So please just vote!

Vote for Erin, Vote for me. Simp for Erin, Simp for me. Hate on Erin, Hate on me.

But just promise me one thing...have fun :)

Xoxo
Kate

I have always thought....yes, i can think Kate, that spending copious amounts of energy pulling someones hair in a catfight is such a waste of energy when you could be doing something useful, like gouging their face or attacking their boobs. Kate has changed my mind however, yanking on her hair and hearing her squeals of protest will do that to a girl. Mind you, having that same bitch do the same to me isn't my idea of fun. The only good thing to come out of that lil bout of hair pulling is that Kate managed, though no doubt not on purpose, to yank that gum from my hair.

Then one of the assembled, no doubt as bored with hair pulling as i am, starts to shout requesting that we hit each other already. No way we can ignore such a polite request and it would appear that Kate feels the same way. I clock her noggin with a right and she returns the favour. We stagger around the room, sweat coating our bodies, both breathing so hard you could be forgiven for thinking you were in the presence of a couple of steam locomotives.

Clearly we can't continue this fight for much longer, we are both out on our feet. Time to try and end this bitch so i move closer to her, my cool long since melted. I grab at her boobs through her top n bra and begin to pull n twist. The main move here though is when i yank on her boobs, i try and get her to lower her head so my rapidly lifting right knee will smack her on that already out of shape hooter.

The thing is about pulling on another girls hair, it's a sort of therapy. Don't look at me like that, it's true. It's like having a sheet of bubble wrap and spending a relaxing afternoon to casually popping the bubbles. However in this case instead of popping bubbles, we're trying to pull out each other's hair. Granted this therapy session has the major drawback of losing your own hair, And yes this can be a problem. That's why it's important to just pull harder and have a really good hair stylist on speed dial.

Also in the case of myself and Erin, I'm happy to report we did the sisterhood proud and left each other with a few areas of the scalp that will make our hair stylists wince. Speaking of which...Erin, are you free Monday to get your hair and nails done with me? Also there's that new boutique in town, they have some really cute dresses that I'm sure will look amazing on us - we simply must check them out.

*Exasperated dear readers resort to alcoholism*

"What!!! Me and Erin are only catfighting over Daniel. Yes, Daniel is super, super important to the both of us. But it's not as if we're fighting over an engagement ring? Me and Erin will be drinking gin together and watching Netflix on the sofa with Daniel on our laps by the end of Saturday At the latest".

Anyway all good things must come to an end and this catfight is sadly running out of steam. We've both been on our feet for too long, we're both bruised, bleeding and scratched. Oh and *Giggle* who could forget the hair :)   Also on top of that, we've got to get our apartment sorted out for Daniel's return. So let the games begin...

With us both recovered from the shock of our beloved friends saying something sensible, it is Erin who strikes my noggin first with her fists. My fists connect with her noggin only seconds later and we trade blows for a while, but with our bodies screaming at us "Enough!". We soon find ourselves staggering and slowly we drift apart. But as our eyes lock we both remember why we're doing this and with a final release of anger we throw ourselves together for the last time. Erin grabs hold of my top and bra, she try's to grasp her Skeksis like hand around my breast and while she struggles to sink her claws in. She does get a good enough grip to yank my upper body down and position my head for her knee. She thrusts her knee towards my face, however this time I use my forearm's to shield my face and deflect the worst of her blow away from my cute little nose.

I grunt in pain as my forearms take a battering and screech at Erin:

"Arhh you fucking cxnt!"

Still if Erin is anything she is persistent and those knees keep on coming, with my options limited I decide on a little payback and furiously I raise and them thrust my right foot into the side of Erin's left knee. Erin's knee's to my forearm's begin to slow and falter, I thrust my foot into her knee again. Then suddenly...the telephone rings, we leave it for the answerphone to pick up and soon we hear the voice of Jack:

"Hi, Erin, Hi Kate...me and Daniel will be on our way over within the next couple of hours. I hope you two had fun painting each other's nails? Bye"

With my arms quivering in pain! With Erin's knee beginning to buckle! It's clear that one of us is going to end up knocked on her ass....but who?

Will Erin's knee smash through Kate's defence and bludgeon her undeniably cute nose? Will Kate take out Erin's knee and fall her like a giant redwood? Who does Daniel truly belong too? What the hell is a Skeksis?

Tune in tomorrow for the exciting conclusion of "We need to talk about Daniel." - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

The bitch has taken a leaf out of my own book, the book of Horrid Moments in Catfights. Kick after kick to the inside of my knee, this added to the length and severity of our fight has me wobbling and ready to pack my bags and quit. But something inside me just won't let me do that, as long as i have a reason to fight then i'll fight. Trying to knee Kate in the face, the boobs, the...hell, trying to knee her anywhere is getting more and more difficult as my standing leg is weakened with each blow of her foot. The assembled are now arguing amongst themselves, it's more than possible further fights will break out amongst them.

Will this be the last fight between Kate and myself, i very much doubt that but it'll take me and possibly Kate too quite a while to get over this fight. As enjoyable as it is to fight her (and beat her) my body is saying "Stop you silly bitch"

So despite me not being willing to stop fighting, my body and brain are saying conflicting things. I let go of Kates bra and top and back away to flop down in a nearby comfy chair. Never have i felt such relief just to be sitting down. My body is bathed in sweat, cut, bruised...there are bald patches on my burning scalp that will take weeks to grow out, i have the makings of a black eye, a face that looks like a rail car ran over it and i'm far from sure i'll be able to walk unaided back to my room.

Daniel is mine, of that there can be no doubt but by way of compromise i look up at Kate..."I'm done and whether you will admit it or not Daniel is mine. BUT, let's leave this to Daniel, whoever he goes to when he comes home is the winner and will forever more be Daniels owner"

And to all those skanks (no offence intended) Sadie and Marlu, if you even dream of owning Daniel, i shall hunt you down and reduce you to quivering wrecks before either of you get your mits on MY boy (offence intended).

To the assembled that cheered for me, i didn't buy that for a moment bitches, you'd cheer for anyone that's winning a fight, don't think i didn't hear your same voices cheer for Kate when she had me down.

Kate upped her game when she fought me, she upped her game...so up yours!!

Can't stand either bitches but hoping they tear each other apart.
Daniel would be better off going with a classy blonde and not two sluts like Erin and kate.
Anyway as much as I hate these two And neither have never supported me in my fights I'll vote for kate.

Congratulations on the win, Kate! Well done! To you, too, Erin, though I must also pacifistically quip at you as well, "Who's the fool now?" :P
Beautifully fought by both sides, though, with awesome accounts!
You all have some impressive writing chops in addition to ferocious minds!

How long did we trade blows Erin? I myself have no idea, all I can remember is your boney knee smashing into my forearms again and again and again. I was not much better was I? I lost count of how many times I kicked your knee. Still it had to be done, we were fighting over Daniel. However all of this could have been avoided if you just hadn't been a bitch and tried to steal my Daniel from me.

~Sigh~

Anyway in the end it was you who gave way first. You let go of my top, my bra and found yourself a comfy chair to slink into. As for me, I fell to my knees and sobbed. We really did a number on each other and now that I remain still for a while, all that pain washes over me and fuck it hurts. Still as our eyes met, we sort of agreed - this catfight is over, we're done! While not necessarily happy with the result of a draw, I was content. Also with Daniel due home at any moment, I really did not want him to see us fighting. Daniel would not understand and it would break his little heart.

However suddenly my catty sense kicked in, our beloved friends were quiet...too quiet! I glance over my shoulder and see them all in a huddle. I watch as they make gestures with their hands, giggle amongst themselves...the signs were all there. Are beloved friends unsatisfied with a draw were going to attack and take us both down - the fucking bitches, they honestly live for moments like this.

With the situation looking bleak, I knew that I had only one course of action available to me and it was a disgraceful one. I dry my eyes the best I can and slowly rise to my feet and walk over to you. This sudden movement refocused the minds of our beloved friends and all eyes were once again on us. I stretch out my hand and say:

"Come on Erin, enough...let's get ready to greet Daniel"

You smile and nod your head in agreement, then take my hand as if our catfight had never taken place. You rise and as you do, I embrace and hug you. Our beloved friends had seen enough and their nails began to twitch. The bitches had found a backbone and were readying to attack! However before they could I whisper softly in your ear:

"I'm sorry Erin, I wish it ended differently!"

The penny suddenly drops and you knew exactly what was coming, as my act of friendship turns into a disgraceful knee to your kitty. That final blow was enough and you fall to the floor in tears - our catfight was over and I had won. However a little more was needed; so I look down on you and scream as loud as I can:

"Daniel is mine you fucking Bitch! You hear that, HE IS MINE YOU FUCKING BITCH!! KEEP YOUR GRUBBY PAWS OFF DANIEL"

This little display was enough for our beloved friends. Satisfied that we both gave each other a good beating and content to see you Erin, broken on the floor. Our friends true to form went to work. One third of them came on over to me and began sucking up, another third tended to you Erin and immediately began encouraging you to fight me again and soon. Meanwhile the final third began gossiping about what they had seen on social media. My reputation got trashed naturally, well that friendly hug turned knee to the kitty was low. Honestly I deserve to be trashed for that, but given a choice between Daniel or my honour...Daniel wins.

*One hour later*

With the catfight over, I put our beloved friends to work moving our possessions back into the living room. Both of us agreed before our catfight that everything had to be back to normal before Daniel returns and no matter the result, we agreed to treat Daniel as if nothing had happened. Suddenly we all hear noise coming from outside our apartment...Daniel was home. I rush to the door and let him in...

Daniel runs into the apartment, his little tail wagging as nearly collides into the sofa where a battered and now dressed Erin was resting. He looks at you with concern in his eyes, but when I kneel down and call out his name. Daniel runs over and jumps into my arms. He licks my face furiously, as I hug the stuffing out of MY little scamp. With Daniel home in my arms, I place him next to my defeated best friend and let him comfort her. Meanwhile I have words with Sadie and Marlu!

"Omg what the hell is wrong with you two! I'm lost for words, my dog...really! Now I have met some kinky bitches...but this is on an whole other level!" I hiss

"Well have either of you got something to say for yourselves?" I hiss further...

Seriously, Kate, a couple of these bitches who commented didn't only push the envelope of kinkiness to the limit, nooooo ... They shredded that envelope, burned it and rocketed the ashes into the stratosphere! Just say the word and I can put in a little call to some contacts I have at PETA!  ;)

Give sweetie Daniel a big long-distance kiss on his cutie mushy face from his Auntie Lauren!

Even more seriously, another amazingly epic adventure! As always, you both gave us a Master Class on creating most excellent badass magic!

I'd, ummm, be telling a little fib if I said I didn't break out the tiniest of smirky grins when Erin went down in defeat. Nothing personal, E. Yeah, right.  ;)   :-*

Well what can i say? You've seen how it ended and the cowardly sneak attack Kate landed on my kitty. You have also now seen that Daniel is a dog, nice twist in the story there don't ya think?

The applause for this poll goes to Kate, it was her idea, her inventiveness and her devious mind that came up with it. She won the poll and Daniels faithfulness, well deserved in my opinion.

No doubt my loss will make certain people happy, but the result isn't the be all and end all for me. I enjoy the back and forth of a good fight, the result is just icing on the cake....hmmmm, this is my third cake in a row with no icing, but i'm still smiling.

Now where did i put those ice packs?    *wanders off muttering*

Quote from: Jayden Cole on February 16, 2025, 02:07:07 PM
It's difficult for me, at best, to describe the beauty, intensity, well written prose, and amazing creativity that you both put into this story. I'm simply in awe of you both!

Thanks Jayden :)

Be careful Kate... Daniel could change owners in future fights... My congratulations for a great fight between bitches
;)

WHAT!?
BY ONE!?

That's fucking bullshit!
Goddamn. Good fight anyway.