FreeCatFights

Hello, folks! 
Here comes a new fight with the same old story: young vs old. 
This time CaitlinBest wants to end her virtual life at the tender age of 34. 

A cage fight to the death is agreed. 
The tired of life who wants to compete against me is, as already mentioned,
CaitlinBest,
34 yo,
5'8 "tall
and so fat that she weighs 150.
The counterpart is me,
Anne_cougar,
53 yo,
5'9" tall
and a Lightweight of 145.

Dear members, you are welcome to bet on the winner, but who ultimately leaves the cage alive, the fight alone decides. 
So Caitlin, let's go to the last stand!

Vote for Anne

I stand in the changing room, pulling on my black sports bra and white Capri length yoga pants over my black g-string. I look over my shoulder at my boyfriend and blow him a kiss. "Don't even worry, she's so old, she might break a hip the first time I throw her to the mat,"I say to him as I slide on my black jelly anklet and check the white polish on my fingers and toes. There is a knock at the door and I give him a wink, "enjoy the show," I say as I step out of the room and begin walking to the cage as he makes his way to his front row seat. The crowd cheers as they see me and I bask in their adoration. I smile and wave, knowing that they just want violence, but really believing that they love me.

I warm up in my black wetlook yoga pants, my breasts fill the red sports bra. 
A knock on the door calls me out to the fight. 
I walk through the dim corridor and enter the hall in the middle of which is the brightly lit cage.  Applause breaks out when the audience sees me.  I see you already standing in the cage as I get closer. 
I enter the arena and, without even looking at you, i go to the post with the red cushion. 
The announcer enters to introduce the fighters.

Quote from: Leeann54 on December 15, 2020, 02:38:23 PM
Vote for Anne

Leeann, I thank you  :-* for your active participation in all the fights that I organize here.

Quote from: CaitlinBest on December 15, 2020, 02:44:05 PM
knowing that they just want violence, but really believing that they love me.

Your first instinct was right. The second part is wrong.

I agree with Evelyn

As the announcer introduces us I bounce around in my corner, getting myself psyched up to tear you apart. Seeing you just standing there I tighten up the ponytail my hair is in and make sure my side swept bangs are out of my face. "I can't wait to break your dried up old neck bitch," I yell over to you as the announcer steps out of the cage and the bell rings. Once it does, I raise my fists and start moving towards you, a cocky grin on my face, feeling very confident.

I whip myself up, make sure that my adrenaline level rises and punch into the red cushion of the post. 
Then I turn around, smile at your threat and reply, "Remember my face, it will be the last thing you will see at the end of your poor existence!" 
See you walking towards me bursting with confidence. 
I raise my fists in front of my body and we begin to circle. 
Our circular movement is only occasionally interrupted by a feint. 
Then we circle again. 
The distance between us is slowly narrowing.  Until the point where I storm you, try to ram my left shoulder into your body and want to bring you onto the canvas.

As we get closer and slower, circling around and feinting punches at one another, I am keeping my eyes locked onto you. Suddenly I see you shift your weight and charge me. I pivot on my left foot, sliding out of the way of your shoulder charge. Taking the opportunity, a swing a jab with my left and a quick right cross, trying to connect with your face or head.

My first attack misses you, you skilfully avoid it. 
I shoot past you and you try to bring a jab to my face. 
I'm lucky that your blow missed my face. 
Because your fist hits my body hard and I can feel the punch of your fist clearly. 
Because of the swing in combination with your punch, I stumble and have to get on my knees for a moment. 
Immediately I come back up, turn around and expect a counterattack from you.

I see you hit your knees and laugh. "So many years of being in that position, you can't help it anymore huh?" I say, taunting you as the crowd cheers me on. Watching you as you get back up, waiting for you to turn around and face me. Once you do, you seem a toothy grin on my face with a sadistic look in my eyes, and that's when I kick my left foot out, trying to punt you right in the kitty.

Just back on my feet,
awaiting your attack,
a hell of a pain rushes through my body. 
I expected a mean attack, but not that you would kick between my thighs. 
With wide eyes I hold my crotch and sink to my knees again. 
"That lousy cxnt!"  It shoots through my head as I try to regain control of my body.

I laugh again as I grip your hair in my left hand and walk a slow circle around you. "Look at yourself. We've been fighting for what? A minute? And you're on your knees for the second time," I say, pulling hard on your hair, bending your neck backwards. I bend over once I am behind you so I can whisper in your ear,  "This isn't going to be a fight you old slut... this is going to be a slaughter." Then I stand back up, place my right foot on your back between your shoulders, and shove you forward as I let go of your hair, trying to push you to your stomach on the mat.

With my face contorted with pain, I kneel on the floor as you step behind me, press your foot into my back while you hold my hair. 
I scream and curse until you hit me with full force on the canvas. 
You push me powerfully on the mats, I begin to kick, defend myself wildly, until I look at your standing leg, it is close to the left side of my body.  I think about it for a moment, then put my left arm behind your ankle and pull on it with all my might.  You lose your steadfastness, get unbalanced and I'll get out of this mess in a moment.

I stand above you laughing as you kick wildly like a petulant child throwing a tantrum. "Aren't you way too old to act like that?" I ask, mocking you. I place my right foot on your back and raise my arms again. Signaling that I am going to win this handily. That's when you put your left arm behind the ankle of my left leg and knock my foot out from under me. I gasp in surprise as I fall to my back on the mat behind you. I lay there for a second, staring up at the ceiling, furious, before I start getting back up.

YEESSS! 
I am free! 
I hurry to get on my feet. 
Turn me around and look for you! 
Now is the end of fun! 
I'm angry!  I'm so mad ... I could kill you! 
(A little joke)
Unfortunately I'm too late to attack you on the ground, you have recovered from the surprise and are about to get up again. 
But you shouldn't get away scot-free, so I come towards you with a slight sideways step and when you are almost on your feet again, I aim with a spin kick to your head and ..... BAM! 
My foot hits you!

I see you approaching with a dark look on your face. I start trying to get up a little quicker, but before I can get to my feet you spin around and kick me in the side of the head. My head is rocked to the side and I turn on my knee before falling to my stomach on the mat. My legs bend up at the knees as I land before falling flat to the mat, my ass jiggling in my yoga pants. I lay there, my hands slowly moving to my head as I moan in pain.

Anne for sure

Triumphantly I look down at you, see how you squirm on the canvas, whimpering. 
Now I see the chance to show you what carnage is. 
I step up to you from behind, scream
"now we want to offer the audience something for their money!" 
I grab your pants by your hips and pull them down to your ankles. 
I calmly wait until you try to get up and pull your knees under your body.
This is the moment I've been waiting for and I take the opportunity to kick into your femininity from behind.

I feel your yank my pants down, exposing my fat ass in just my black g-string for the cheering crowd. I start to push up onto my knees, giving the crowd a great view of my ass, and you your target. You kick me hard between the legs and I squeal in pain, my hands shooting back to hold onto my kitty as my ass drops down to the mat between my feet.

I dance around you and cheered,
"Didn't I tell you not to promise what you couldn't keep? Should I go to your boyfriend and have me give me the dildo?" 
I feel like the winner even though I haven't killed you yet. 
The audience is freaking out at the harshness with which I take action against you. 
Now I want to humiliate you for good, step up to you from the front, grab your top and pull it over your head. 
Since you're still holding your little cxnt, I can't take it off for you. 
I turn to the audience. 
"What do you want? Should I already fuck her or destroy her for good?"  I scream.

 
Great match  thank you

I kneel there, top around my wrists, my breasts on full display, my pants around my ankles, and my hands on my kitty, which is throbbing with pain. You turn to face the audience and I get to my feet, taking my top that is in my hands, I whip it up over your head and down around your neck. I twist it with my hands and start pulling back hard on it, choking you.

I play my game with the audience, I'm too arrogant, ignore you when you suddenly throw your top over my head from behind. 
It loops around my neck, what was just my victim, now pulls on it from behind and tries to strangle me. 
I try to slide my fingers between the fabric and my neck to make room to breathe. 
But you're pulling on it so forcefully that I can't. 
My face turns red, the veins on my temples swell and are clearly visible under my skin. 
My movements become more hectic, my eyes protrude from their sockets. 
I start to hit my arms alternately left and right behind me, in the hope that one of my elbows hits you and you have to release me.

I lean back, pulling as tight as I can on my sports bra that is wrapped around your throat. "How do you like this you old hag," I say in your ear as you struggle, trying to get your hands between my bra and your neck. You start throwing elbows backwards, the first few just graze me, but then one catches me hard in the side. I gasp out, the pressure on your neck lessening to where you can easily breathe again.

After a few unsuccessful attempts, I finally meet your body and the pulling and choking finally subsides. 
I take the opportunity and turn around, my hands clawing your bare tits. 
I'm still gasping when I pull my knee up. 
Blindly, no matter where I hit you, I just pull it up to get myself out of this lousy situation.

You spin around to face me, my hands still holding the sports bra as you latch onto my bare breasts and claw into them. I cry out in pain as I let go of the sports bra and try to move back from you. Then you knee catches me right between the legs, slamming into my already sore kitty. I gasp and stagger back, doubling over at the waist while the crowd cheers. My boyfriend starting to look concerned again as he watches the fight closely.

Unexpectedly, my knee hits you at your most sensitive point and you back away with a loud cry.  I rub my reddened neck in anger. 
Then I come up to you, grab your hair and drag you to one of the posts of the cage. 
I pull your head up and slam it into the padded steel post. 
Once, twice, three times. 
I am determined to finish you off and kill you.

I cry out, my hands grabbing at yours in my hair as you drag me along. You start slamming my head into the post and I bring my arms up, trying to stop the blows. After the third hit, I fall to my knees, arms up in front of my face, trying to protect myself.

You kneel wailing in front of the post against which I hit your head and hold your hands in front of your face.  I get on my knees behind you, slide my arms past your neck and use a stranglehold.  To do this, I put my right hand in the crook of my arm and press against your neck with my left hand.  Your throat is pressed against my right forearm and the air supply is shut off.  I slowly increase the pressure, ready for your resistance which will start soon.

I gasp out as I feel your arms wrap around my neck. I try to get away but I'm between you and the corner and you manage to lock in hold. My eyes go wide as I struggle to breathe but can't. I reach up, pulling at your arm, knowing that if I can't get out if this very fast, you're going to put me out. Already I can feel myself getting lightheaded from the lack of blood flow to my brain.

Your fingernails dig into the flesh of my forearm, it hurts like hell and I bite my lip. 
But I hold a screw clamp, determined not to let go of you. 
In view of your hopeless situation, the audience has become very still and watches as you struggle for your life.

My eyes are open wide in fear and tears start to stream down my cheeks. I reach out towards my boyfriend, desperate for him to help me, but it's no use. Everything starts to get dark around the edges of my vision and my struggles slow. I think to myself how I don't want to die like this, and then everything goes black and my arms fall limp to my sides, my body becoming dead weight as I pass out.

You twitch a few more times, reaching out your hands to your boyfriend. 
But he can't help you anymore. 
Finally your body slacks in my stranglehold. 
I'll hold you in there for a while before I let go of you and you fall on the mats. 
I look at your lifeless body, without triumph, without a victory pose. 
I survived the fight, I get up and leave the cage without a word.

Congratulations to the 37 people who bet on the right fighter. 
I advise the other 45, better bet on me next time. 

And last but not least, many thanks to Caitlin. 
I hope you had a little fun.

Thank you again to both  fighters  for a great match

Lol Anne i think they want us granny's  to retire from the poll section. been  tough for us mature women to win a poll lately

I am just kidding  before anyone goes nuts

Oh Leeann Darling! We are just the best!