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Brunette FightingBrook and Blonde Gladys_K have asked me to set up a poll fight between them. Who can refuse to arrange a fight between two such gorgeous women? They went through junior high school and high school together and got along until their junior year or at least didn’t hate each other until then. In their junior year Brook was elected Prom Queen over Gladys in a close vote. That seems to have started the animosity. I have included quotes from each in reply posts that give their history in greater detail. They tell me that they have been in several Yahoo groups together and have faced off several times. They won’t tell me the results other than that all the fights were very close and all ended up with a winner and a loser.
Your mission, should you chose to accept it, is to decide who is the winning of a catfight at their current ages and who really should have been Prom Queen.
Here is how they match up. Click on their picture to go to their profile:
Gladys | -------- | Brook |
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Age*: 24 years old | -------- | Age*: 25 years old |
Hair color*: Platinum Blonde | -------- | Hair Color*: Dark Brunette |
Eyes*: Blue | -------- | Eyes*: Bluish Gray |
Height*: 5'5½" (166m) | -------- | Height*: 5'7" (170 cm) |
Weight*:125 lbs (56.7kg) | -------- | Weight*: 130 lbs (60kg) |
Meas*: 35D-24-36 | -------- | Meas*:32C-25-34 |
Meas*: 89D-61-91.5 | -------- | Meas*: 81C-63.5-86.5 |
*I am not responsible for the correctness of the stated vitae data.
Here are some comparison pictures:
Brook and Gladys challenge each other hands on hips
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Gladys and Brook size each other up
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Each is convinced she has the sexier ass & stronger legs
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Brook is not amused by Gladys in a famous Marilyn pose
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The ladies would like to state their case. I hope they continue to spar both verbally and physically throughout this fight.
Quotes from Brook: “Byline has already told you that Gladys and I go back a ways, all the way back to junior high school. Where to being? I was and am the quieter and contemplative type. I am intelligent but you wouldn’t call me a rocket scientist except in comparison to bimbo Gladys who I believe has an IQ is less than her bust size in centimeters. I am reserved and Gladys is the outgoing type. You always know she in the room by the silly gigging and blabbering she does. I make a few very solid friends while Gladys has lots of so called friends who seem to come and go. We socialized then and now with different people so our paths don’t cross often. Lucky for her.”
“We didn’t really have any issues with each other until it came time to select the Queen for our Junior Prom. Gladys was a cheerleader and very popular, especially with the guys. Rumor had it she was popular because she was the “friendliest girl on campus.” I think you all know what that means. But of course I would never say that. To cut to the quick I beat her in the school wide voting for Prom Queen. Apparently her knees got sore before she could get enough votes. That crushed her ego and I don’t think she has ever recovered. All this might have come to naught except she was a real insolent bitch during the Prom. She was supposed to be my “lady-in-waiting” but acted like she was the Queen. So natural I had to put her in her place by making her due my bidding. I was tempted to dunk her blotted face in the punch bowl but there were too many teachers around. Neither of us wanted to get suspended. “
“Anyway this issue is unsettled and we both think it is time to settle it even if we are older now. I don’t think I will have any trouble with her as her frizzy, damaged, blonde hair won’t take much punishment. I will make her cry and admit that I was and still am the Queen and she isn’t good enough to lick my feet. Which I just may make her do”
Quotes from Gladys: “Some of what Brook says is true, some false, and some half truths. It is true I was/am gregarious and make friends easily. What’s wrong with that? At least I’m not a stuck up bitch like Brook who thinks she is better than everyone else. I had a wide range of friends while her friends were the snobbish crowd and didn’t consider most of us to be worthy of being in their clique. You know the type. As far as my being a dummy that is something jealous snobs like her say to put us down because they can’t think of anything else to say. It is true when you are in a lot of social activities and a head cheerleader it is hard to keep up your studies. Still, I am not ashamed of having graduated with a B- average.”
“As far as the prom goes I don’t begrudge her being elected Queen She won the voting. Of course I might have won if someone hadn’t spread vicious rumors about my moral character. I think both you and I have a strong hunch who it was but I never could prove it. I came in a very close second which made me the lady-in-waiting. Still no problem until the night of the prom. As a member of the court I admit I did dress to the nines. I added some highlights and sparkles in my hair. Was it my fault that night if everyone was looking a me and not at her? Somehow the snotty bitch took this to mean that I wasn’t showing enough deference and respect for her. Come off it – it was just a prom. I don’t have a grudge against her for being elected queen as she thinks I do. I hate her guts for the things she made me do as her subject at the prom. You might say she was in her natural element acting superior to everyone. It was humiliating in front of all my friends. I was tempted almost beyond control to deck her then and there. But I didn’t want to appear to be a sore loser so I gritted my teeth, smiled graciously and did her biding.”
“Now it is time for payback. I am going to wipe that smug, snooty look off her face. Then I am going to make her admit that she was the one saying those nasty things about my moral character behind my back. My shoulder blades still hurt from the knife she stuck between them. (That’s figurative not literal.) We shall see who licks whose feet. I will fight bare foot so they get particularly dirty.”
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I voted for Brook! 8)
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I voted for the gorgeous brunette Brook! She will dominate her with her fantastic legs, scissoring her into a sobbing defeat! Brook will then stand over her, pose her sexy bare foot right on her face, wave to the crowd like the rightful Queen that she is, and make the blonde kiss and worship her feet completely!
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Brook and Gladys' hairpulling catfight will be mean and tough. Their dislike for each other has been brewing for too long and once they get their hands in each other's hair, the fur will fly fast and furious. I think Brook is right; Gladys' hair doesn't appear to be as thick as Brook's tresses and they're not as long, so Gladys can't afford to lose much of her bleached blonde locks. Although both women will lose hair, Gladys will suffer the loss of more blonde strands at the hands of Brook, eventually begging Brook to stop pulling her hair out by the roots. Sobbing from the loss of so much hair, Gladys is forced by Brook to kiss her feet.
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Brook wins and forces Gladys to pick up her ripped bleached blonde hair from the floor.
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Thanks byline for setting up this poll. And thanks for doing the excellent job of comparison pictures. People can clearly see that I am in better shape, have the prettier face, the better figurer, and the sexier and stronger legs. Take a look BadAss, fat, short legs don’t mean stronger legs. The cellulite will be covering her fat thighs before long.
Byline, did she really tell you she weighed 125 lbs? She must be at least 135 lbs or more. Gotten to be quite the fatty at 24, haven’t you Gladys. But don’t be too hard on Gladys, she isn’t smart enough to read the scale or maybe she can’t see it over her belly.
So far most people realize that I will force her to lick my feet and admit I am the real Queen. I am surprised the voting is so close. But who could vote for her to be prom queen? How can she be leading me? Must be some blind idiots voting. JUST LOOK AT THE PICTURES!!!! A Queen should be regal and have class. It is self apparent which one of us fits that bill.
Don’t be surprised if it takes awhile for Gladys to respond. She has to locate the keyboard first. There are some keys she can’t see because of her oversized, droopy tits.
P.S. byline. You avatar could easily be a picture of Gladys and I fighting. You can see who ends up on top. You can also see that the blonde is filthy dirty while the brunette hasn’t a smug of dirt on her. That is how my fight with Gladys will end up.
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Brook for sure....I didn't even have to think about it....she'd the best looking one and deserves to win.
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Byline, good job. And thanks to both Brook and Gladys for agreeing to this poll.
I think I have to go with the athlete. My view is that Gladys will be too strong and too fast for Brook. She will also have the better fighting spirit. To put it briefly, Gladys just has more moxie. As far as prom queen goes - I'll leave that to others.
When Gladys is finished with her will we have a babbling Brook?
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Gladys is busy ogling the guys and showing lots of cleavage to get their support. I sneak up behind her. Grab her frizzy hair and throw her down on her back. Step my bare foot on her face and flatten her pug nose. "That's for you, ROYALS22!" I plop my elegant ass down on her blubbery boobs and spread my thighs to grip her sides. Then start ripping her hair out and slapping her back and forth across the face. "There, badAss, that should take care of the fear of breaking my nails." "Glamour Fights, where is her fighting spirit? Who is the athlete now?"
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Voted for brook....she has a look about her that says don't f with me
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U had to go with Gladys on this one. She just looks like she could wear Brook down after a long fight.
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Isn’t Gladys the jokester? Didn’t know she had that much a sense of humor. Private lessons from the wrestling coach, I’ll bet! private “lessons” for sure but I’ll bet she was doing the teaching. The wrestling coach; the wrestling team; the football team; the basketball team; the baseball team; the soccer team; you get the idea. I can see why she was too busy to study. Guys, please don’t ask me to humiliate her with a strap on. I don’t have one wide enough for her stretch vagina.
Back to the fight. I am having trouble breathing. Her sagging tits are actually a benefit to her as the spread out all over the place with the slightest pressure. Good for her because she can’t squeeze that hard with her flabby arms. Ugh! Her sweaty tits, PHEW! She sweats a lot for a fat girl. Her nipple is close to my mouth. I am tempted to bite it but don’t. She is still wearing her bra which makes biting less effective. Also I can just hear Gladys complaining saying “See how Brook cheats! She can’t win fairly so she bites my tit!” I won’t give her that satisfaction. I don’t need to do that to win. All this runs through my mind in a split second. Her prodigious (is that word too big for you, Gladys?) ass is too big for me to turn her over. So I grab the hair on the top of her head and yank back hard. Her damaged hair with its split ends is at least thick enough to grab a handful so it doesn’t break off immediately in my hands. Just in case her hair pulls out I also take my right hand and dig my nails into hr cheeks as I push her head back. Gives me enough room to gulp down some much needed air. My long legs and my svelte figure allow be to bring my legs up and bend enough to wrap them around her head. I trap her chin in the crook of my knee and pull my leg back with my other leg. The slut’s neck is trapped in my figure-four lock. With me hanging onto her hair there is no way she can pull her head out. I think she is done for. All I have to do is to wait until she passes out or cries for mercy. Not likely to get much mercy from me. In the meantime I can enjoy myself by ripping out bunches and bunches of hair. “Here, Rikki, have some bleached blonde locks for your trophy room.”
(Don’t be surprised if it takes Gladys awhile to respond. Not only does she have to find her keyboard again but she has to find her Thesaurus so she can look up big words to try and impress us. I heard she didn’t climb into bed until the wee small hours of this morning. Whose bed is an interesting question? Maybe some guy on this site in order to get his vote. Maybe rikkiocean27 but even then she can’t get his vote for Prom Queen.)
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Dumbass, I can pull your hair harder than you can pull my toe. Not to mention that I can crush your neck. I love the gurgling sound you make as I squeeze. I straighten my legs to be able to apply more pressure. Also to get my toes away from your short arms. I pull your hair to see how loudly I can get you to scream. First with one hand and then when it tires I switch hands and pull with the other. Come on, yell like a banshee, howl like a howling monkey, bray like a jackass. I like that last one best as your are a dumb jackass. I stretch out my legs to really apply the pressure. Add to your pain and discomfort by slapping your bare upper arms with the flat of my hand. Bet that smarts. One hand is always pulling your hair. I decide I am too contorted in order to reach and pull your hair. Can’t quite squeeze hard enough this way. So I let go your hair I am draped down your back with both on our sides. I feel you start to try and roll. I reach around you and clamp my hands together around your waist from behind. You like to wear those jeans shorts and that blue top. Covers more of your body compared to my small bikini. Easy to understand. Damned top covers your boobs making them harder to attack especially with that sports bra you must be wearing. I undo your button on the jeans. Not hard as they are straining against you out of shape belly Not like my firm abs. The jeans pop open and the zipper slides down just like in your photo. Undo my interlocked fingers and dig my mails into your soft belly flesh. I am one step ahead of you and will stay that way as I am smarter than you. With one hand digging into your soft belly the other fingers start working their way down into your wide open shorts. Pulling their way down using rolls of fat …….
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To make it clear this is not a poll where the two options will be added up to determine the winner. The fight and the prom queen voting are two separate polls. Gladys and Brook, you have to win each individually.
I agree with you Rikki, this is one helluva fight even better than I expected even if the fight hasn't gone exactly as I expected. I thought Gladys would be the more aggressive with Brook being o the defensive first and fighting back. But Brook surprised me and obviously Gladys by attacking first and from behind. Nothing in the rules against that, Gladys. The fight has been close with Brook being slightly in control most of the time after her initial attack. It seems Gladys has finally fought back and evened it up and even gotten a slight advantage on Brook unless that has changed while I write this.
I am also surprised at the Prom Queen voting. Both women are super gorgeous and super sexy. I think I would have to flip a coin to see who I would vote for. I had expected the voting to be close but so far the members seem to believe Gladys is the better Prom Queen material. But it still has a long way to go with only the early returns in so far. Check them both out again on their profiles if you haven't done so and haven't voted yet.
I can't wait to read the next set of changes as the fight has really gotten better and better.
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Come on Brook, buck her off and return the favor.
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Brook and Gladys thought they could make the fight more exciting and speed things up by doing some cyber exchanges. They have asked me to clean up the log and post it. Enjoy it as much as I do.
Gladys: I have an idea.
Brook: Lordie be! Must be a miracle.
Gladys: No, seriously.
Brook: OK, tell me what your idiotic mind has wrought.
Gladys: Let’s do some fighting moves here. That way we can move the fight along faster.
Brook: Another miracle, that is a good idea. Aren’t you afraid your feeble mind can’t think quick enough when you don’t have hours to think of your next move?
Gladys: Just keep thinking that, honey.
Brook: How shall we start?
Gladys: We should use our current positions with me holding you down in a schoolgirl straddle. It’s your turn to post so you should do first.
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Brook: I brace my legs and push up to buck Gladys off me. Gawd she’s heavy. 145 lbs is too much even for my strong legs.
Gladys: Brook rises up and I tilt forward. I shoot my arms forward to brace myself from going onto my nose.
Brook: I feel Gladys lean forward and push harder to try and drive her onto her nose.
Gladys: I push back with my hands and press down on her stomach with my butt. I can feel her tiring.
Brook: I can’t maintain my bridge and my back and rear slam to the floor under all the weight.
Gladys: I smile as I regain my schoolgirl pin. I slide up on her miserly chest on the way to giving her a taste of my crotch.
Brook: I hear Don Tmater encourage me to buck her off. I gather myself and push up even harder with me legs. It is easier as the stupid cxnt has moved forward on me.
Gladys: This time I actually hit my forehead against the floor. “OUCH!” I almost loose it. Just then I hear Dr. Acula rooting for me to keep her down. Also Rikki yelling “Great Move”, “Gorgeous legs”, and “Thanks for the bikini.” My resolve gets stronger. I can’t let this stuck up bitch unseat me. I push harder with my palms on the floor and bounce hard on her chest.
Brook: “UNGH!” I hit hard on my back again. “Oh nooo…” I hear from my fans and “Sit on her face …” from the dumbasses that think Gladys can win. I’ll show them. Gladys pushed back so hard she leans back a little. Just enough for me to bring up my much more gorgeous gam and hook it around her.
Gladys: “Yikes!” Brook whips her leg around me and pulls back. I am unprepared and tumble over backward. I twist around to get away from any scissors.
Brook: As Gladys tries to spin away I sit up to go after her.
Gladys: I end up on my hands and knees and start to crawl away to put some distance between us.
Brook: “Come back here and fight” I yell more for effect as I know Gladys is really just trying to get into position to fight. But I am up on my feet and run her down easily.
Gladys: I hear Brook running at me. I lash out with a leg sweep to knock her off her feet.
Brook: I see Gladys’ kick coming. I grab her leg and stop her dear in her tracks. I keep ahold of it until I am standing over her with my legs on each side of her.
Gladys: She drops my leg and I reach back with both arms and hook them around each leg. I will lift and drop her on her ass.
Brook: Gladys is so predictable. She isn’t strong enough to hold my right leg. I swing it up and over her to stand beside her. I reach down and grab the back of her shorts, the ones I have opened in front already.
Gladys: Brook is faster than I thought. Suddenly I feel my shorts pressing into my lower abs and crotch.
Brook: I bend my knees and lift. Gladys’ butt and knees rise up off the ground.
Gladys: “ARGHH!” I scream as the seams dig into my crotch. My knees are off the ground and I am being held up by my sorts. I kick uselessly in the air not knowing what else to do.
Brook: I lift higher and higher. Her weight is unbalanced due to the fact her shorts are unbuttoned and I am lifting her solely by her crocth. She is on her nose with her legs and big ass sticking up in the air.
Gladys: I wiggle and struggle to get free. All this does is to cause me to slide down out of my shorts.
Brook: What luck! I continue to help her shorts up and over her legs until I have them in my hand. “Look, the bitch isn’t wearing underwear” I shout to everyone.
Gladys: I fall to the floor as the shorts come completely off. I instinctively try and cover my clit with my hands.
Brook: Gladys being modest, how cute. Must be an act as everyone has seen what she’s got – which isn’t all that great. I twill the shorts around in the air as a trophy. Then I toss them to Rikki. “Here I think you wanted these smelly things.”
Gladys: As Brook is relishing her stripping me of my pants and glorifying her victory I regain my composure. She is busy gloating and tossing them to Rikki. I kneel behind her, grab her bikini bottoms and rip them down to her ankles.
Brook: “What the fuck!” I feel a breeze between my legs.
Gladys: I grab the thong bottom harder and lift both her feet off the ground dumping her on her face.
Brook: WHOP! I hit hard on my face, breasts, and stomach. It nocks the breath out of me briefly so I don’t react quickly enough.
Gladys: As Brook goes down I leap in the air and land with my knees on her back.
Brook: “OAFF!” A ton of bricks lands on my back. Hope it isn’t broken. Any air I had in my lungs is long gone.
Gladys: I twill the thong just like Brook did and toss it to Rikki. “This should complete the set. Sorry but I think I will keep my top.” “I win, Brook, you are nude first!” Then before Brook can recover I reach down I spread my legs and straddle her while grabbing her hair. I lean back and pull.
Brook: “YEOOOWWWW!” the pain sears in my scalp, neck, and back as Gladys lifts but head and shoulders off the floor by my hair.
Gladys: “Give up you lying, back stabbing bitch or I’ll break your neck.”
Brook: It’s bad enough being tortured by this weak blonde. But to have been outsmarted by her, that is too big a cross to bear. I shall get out of this and destroy the floozy. That you can count on.
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That was Awesome! Can't wait for more ;D
I thought so. And we have until July 9th. Wonder how long they can keep it up?
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Thanks, Dr., my aim when I do a poll is to do one that the women will enjoy. If they enjoy it they they will be more active and we will enjoy it even more. You should give credit to Brook and Gladys. They were the ones who wanted the poll fight and gave me enough information to set a good plot. And there participation has been more than anything I could have hoped for. Hope to be able to do more fights with them and others.
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Gladys, sweetie, I know the difference between fat and muscle when I squeeze it between my fingers. And you, tramp, have fat covering your stomach, not muscle. Anyone can see by my lean, taut body I am in much better shape than you are.
“Let go! You’re breaking my neck and my back.” I plead as best I can through clenched teeth as she is pulling on my hair and chin.
“Shut up, bitch!” Gladys answers back as she lets go my hair and covers my mouth with her hand.
I bite down on her fingers. “OUCH! You fucking cxnt! You bit my fingers” Gladys wails close to tears. “If you don’t want them bitten them keep them out of my mouth” I sass her back able to talk since she has removed her hand. “I didn’t bite you that hard you little cry baby. Just a little nibble to get your hand out of my mouth.”
Gladys lets go of my head to check her fingers. My upper body falls to the floor. “Now is my chance” I think as I tense my body to unseat her.
[Gladys, stop huffing and puffing and let me know when you can get together for another cyber installment.]
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Fuck her up brook, don't let that blonde bitch get the better of you.
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The two wildcats have sent me a new set of moves. It just keeps getting wilder and more intense. I think you will agree. Enjoy.
Gladys: “Ouch! Ow!” I yank my fingers out of your mouth. Check them out. No blood, just some indents from your teeth. Rub my fingers with my other hand to ease the pain.
Brook: My upper body falls to the floor while you are checking your fingers, you cry baby. I move my right leg up to roll us over and get off my stomach.
Gladys: “Oh no you don’t! I’ve got you right where I want you.” I sense your move. Reach down and grab your long, dark hair and jerk your head back viciously.
Brook: “YEOW!” My head snaps back with horrible pain. My back starts to hurt again as you pull my head and shoulders up and back.
Gladys: Once again I cup your chin with my other hand so I can pull even harder. I lean back and pull.
Brook: Oh my gawd, I have never bent back so far. My back is almost at right angles.
Gladys: I keep pulling and get you so your back is bent at right angels. “Admit it! You’re done for. Give up and maybe I won’t hurt you any further” I snicker gleefully.
Brook: “Fucking cxnt…. . no way ….” I whimper feebly being bent like I am.
Gladys: I let go your hair and lock my fingers under your chin. “I’ll break your neck if you don’t give up!”
Brook: It seems helpless but I know I can outthink you. I already have my hands in front to push back to ease the pressure on my neck and back. I push harder as you are leaning back further and further.
Gladys: In my desire to get the submission I have leaned too far back. As you shove I fall backward and to the side. I lose my grip on your chin as I scramble to recover from the fall.
Brook: You fall to the right. At first my head and shoulders are twisted that way. Then you lose your lock on my chin. I roll to the left way from you.
Gladys: I lock my legs around your waist as you are still between them as I toppled over. Squeeze as hard as I can as quickly as I can.
Brook: You clamp a scissors on me but it is not positioned well. “Your chubby, short legs aren’t that strong” I chide you as I spread your legs and roll away.
Gladys: I roll the other way and scramble to my feet. Turn to face you.
Brook: I jump to me feet at the same time and turn to face you.
Gladys: I glare at you, hands on hips looking as fierce as I can. Happy to get a chance to catch my breath. We have been going non stop since you yanked me down by my hair.
Brook: I glare right back at you with my hands on my hips. I even growl and look meaner than you if that is possible. I am panting also and my back and neck are still aching. No hurry to start this up again although I won’t let you know that.
Gladys: I circle slowly, hands in front of my in a claw like position. Looking for an opening to charge in and scratch you or grab your hair.
Brook: I warily circle also. I close my fingers to make two fists. Looking where I can land a good punch.
Gladys: I move in slowly step by step trying to get close enough to lunge.
Brook: As you move in I back up keeping enough distance between us to remain outside your claws.
Gladys: “The bitch is afraid of me” I think as I see you backing up, refusing to engage. I read this as a sign of cowardice and move in quickly.
Brook: Just what I was waiting for. As you move in I suddenly step forward and pound my right fist into your left boob getting my weight behind it.
Gladys: “Eeeeeyyooowww!” I scream. I have stepped right into your punch, my arms not in a position to ward off your blow. My momentum is still carrying me forward and I can feel my breast spread out around your fist.
Brook: While we are still moving forward I follow up with a jab to your left boob and then an uppercut to your right boob again. Even covered by your top I can tell my punches have been effective as you wince and yelp, your eyes filling with tears.
Gladys: Finally I can stop moving forward helped by your blows which are strong enough to start sending be backward. I back peddle to get out of your reach. My tits have never been hit so hard. I’ll bet they are already black and blue. They are so sore I can’t help but massage them to ease the pain even though I don’t want you to know how hard you hurt me.
Brook: “Hey guys, isn’t this the stupid blonde that said it didn’t make sense to get after tits in a fight. Guess I taught miss smarty pants a lesson in fighting. Her big titties will be mashed like mince meat by the time I am done.” I watch closely as you rub your battered tits.
Gladys: I wipe the tears from my eyes so I can see clearly again. I am furious now and want to tear you apart. I move forward this time with my hands at ready in a boxing guard position.
Brook: Gawd, you are dumb, blondie. I wait in a ready position. I am taller than you but more importantly have longer arms and legs. My reach is much greater than yours. Before you can hit me I throw a punch a left jab at you.
Gladys: I easily block your jab aimed at my breast. Stupid bitch!
Brook: That punch was just a feint. As you raise your guard to block it I step in and with all my force drive my right fist deep into your belly.
Gladys: SPLAT! My belly resounds as your fist finds it mark. Shit, I was unprepared for that and I bend over as the wind is knocked out of me.
Brook: The smart thing to do would be knee you in the chest or face as you bend forward. But I know I am in control now and want to have some fun at your expense. I want you to know that your flabby titties are vulnerable to attack. Besides I want to humiliate you after you stripped me nude and almost broke my back. No mercy now, your ass is mine!
Gladys: I lean forward and try to grab you to tackle you to the ground even though I am having trouble breathing.
Brook: As you reach forward, bent at the waist, I lean down you to trap you in place. II reach over your back and hook my fingers under the bottom hem of your top. Pull it up and forward turning it inside out as I do this.
Gladys: All of a sudden I feel my blouse being turned inside out as you pull the bottom up towards my head.
Brook: I work the blouse slowly up. It takes some effort to work it over your protruding titties. I hope it hurts those bruise boobs. Also it isn’t easy with my tits pressing down on you back.
Gladys: You are pulling my top off over my head. My efforts to stop you are slowed up by the pain from my battered breasts. I place my hands on you and push to back away. This only causes my top to move up even more.
Brook: The top is now past your tits and they hang down like the cow udders they are. Hot dang, you aren’t wearing a bra after all. The inside out top covers your head and face and is half way down your outstretched arms. I stop there. I grasp the top and twist it to keep you from backing out or removing it forward.
Gladys: Damn it, I am stuck with the top around my head and my arms trapped also. I can’t see a fucking thing and my arms are restricted.
Brook: You are trapped bent over with your titties hanging down. I lean on your back harder and with my free hand reach around and grab the nipple of nearest tit. I squeeze and pull it like I am milking it.
Gladys: “Bitch! I’ll get you for this. Ouch! Eek! Argfh!” I cry out in pain as you pull, pinch and squeeze my nipple.
Brook: I have you firmly locked in place. Leaning even hard on your back I can now reach around with the other hand. I grab both tits with my hands, wrapping my fingers around them from each side. It is easy as they sag and hang down. I tighten my fingers and began pulling down alternately to simulate milking. Who knows, maybe I’ll even get some milk out of this cow.
Gladys: My breasts were already sore from the punching. Now they are being squeezed, twisted, and pulled and I can do nothing about it. I bite my lip to keep from crying out but the tears flow down my cheeks and drip to the floor.
Brook: “Hey guys, are you enjoying this? Watch me get a submission from my tit attack. Gladys knows little about real catfighting don’t you think?” I move her so her big, fat, droopy, bare ass is facing the guys. “No, no, move her back so we can see her tits” they say loudly. So I do.
Gladys: Tits hanging out and being abused. I am so embarrassed. I force my self to relax in spite of the pain and the humiliation. My rage got me into this. If I get out of it I need to remain calm and think. I have to figure a way of escaping and taking the fight to you.
Brook: I am really having fun now. I squeeze, pinch, twist and pull. Sometimes the full tit and sometimes just the nipples. Your big, blubbery tits are like mush in my hands. I Keep you guessing as to which I will do next. Not hard enough to get a submission. No, I don’t want that right away. I want to continue to abuse you, torture you and humiliate you as long as I can. I will force you to submit when I am good and ready and not before.
Gladys: I am trying to move around but you have your weight on my back and your arms wrapped around me. You tease me about my weight but you are definitely heavier than me.
Brook: I start to do serious work on your tits. Alternating between squeezing and massaging your boobs and then tugging on your nipples try to milk them. “Come on, cow, give us some milk” I taunt you. “Say mooooooo, come on do it.”
Gladys: “NEVER!” I can’t reach back because your body has trapped my blouse and hence my arms. All I can do is spread my arms just enough to reach out around you and dig my nails into your nude ass.
Brook: “OUCH! Let go or I’ll rip your tits off! Come on, say moo! I won’t stop until your do.” I really start massaging and pulling your tits. Soon some little drops of milk ooze out of your nipples. It’s only a few drops but enough to humiliate you even more. “Any of you guys wanna I lick?” I yell to make sure everyone has seen what I have done. The place goes wild with hoots and yells. Even some women call out their dibs. “I’m afraid this cow does have a lot of milk in those udders. Maybe because there is too much silicon in there?”
Brook: You are right but I won’t admit that to those watching.
Gladys: ““You really are a cruel bitch. Thought it was OK you were elected Prom Queen but you have no class at all no matter what phony ways you put on.” I hear lots of cries, “Yeah, Gladys, you’re the real queen” and I few “Brook was and always will be the Queen.” Seems more people support me there even though I am being embarrassed and humiliated.
Brook: “How can anyone think this sorry excuse for a woman could be Queen over me?” I yell back. I am really, really furious now. And go to town on your sorry boobs even harder. “I will rip this idiot’s tits off for sure after I milk them dry” I give a sinister grin and look at the crowd.
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Vicky_35, am I fucking her up good enough for you?
Cyofrankie, You mean psycho Frankie if you think blondes rule. Look what I am doing to this pathetic blonde. And my fun is just beginning.
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That’s right! So if you want to see me really fuck of this bitch and maybe give you all a taste of her milk just keep voting for me. Don’t you all want to see a much sexier and stronger brunette dominate and torture a flashy, trashy, floozy blonde? The more I beat her by the more I will fuck her up. It’s up to you. And let’s get serious about the Prom Queen vote. Come on, now, you all know in your hearts that I am the Queen.
Let me know what you would like to see me do to her next. I am open to suggestions. Let's have some fun humiliating this worthless cxnt. Just don't ask for a strap on. I don't have one big enough for that over stretched vagina.
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Brook, Brook, I see you haven’t changed. Still pleading for votes and running a smear campaign. Maybe you should run for political office. You have no class as I said. I ask people to vote but for whomever they want. I know I would beat you in real life if you have the guts to meet me.
Looks like you're being called out Brook......
She's just trying to make me out to be a bad person because she can think of anything else to say. After all I am beating the crap out of her.
I know you can turn it around Gladys, can't wait to see you humiliate Brook.
And cyofrankie is right, Blondes do rule. ;D
Thanks, your words of support and encouragement help. It's not locking very good right now and things have even gotten worse. But I will keep on fighting. Got to find away to stop this evil bitch from mauling my superior breasts. She attacks them because she is so jealous of them but it will be her downfall..
Big talk, Gladys, for someone who is being totally dominated and has been getting the worse of it for most of the fight. Your tiny brain will never figure it out. You have BOOBS, booby, not breasts. If you think my boob mauling is bad just wait until I turn my attention to your "rent a vee for an hour" part. How many fellows and women have eaten at the "Y" for lunch, dinner, or a midnight snack?
Remember Blonde Power!!!!!!!!!!!!
She can't remember her name let alone Blonde Power. Besides, what is this non-existence thing called Blonde Power?
REMEMBER BRUNETTE DOMINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Brook, Brook, I see you haven’t changed. Still pleading for votes and running a smear campaign. Maybe you should run for political office. You have no class as I said. I ask people to vote but for whomever they want. I know I would beat you in real life if you have the guts to meet me.
Looks like you're being called out Brook......
She's just trying to make me out to be a bad person because she can think of anything else to say. After all I am beating the crap out of her.
Was referring a bit more to the real life challenge comment, but point taken.
Let her live her fantasy for now. Some day I will end up on her doorstep and I'll bet she shudders in fear!
Brook!! You will know blonde power when it hits you....and it will hit you.
Hasn't touched me yet. Gladys had better hurry up or she won't even be able to lift her chubby arms to hit me.
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Give it up, Gladys! Admit you’ve been defeated! It’s over! You are getting beat up more and more. Salvage a little dignity by admitting I’m better before you get completely and totally humiliated. I would like that but I am being merciful and giving you a way out. Besides I want to end this fight and fight someone who can give me a real battle.
If you submit now you can at least claim you won the Prom Queen vote. If you keep going you will lose that too. So what is it? Submit to me now or be totally destroyed and forced to be my slave. The choice is yours, blondie. Oh yes, you also have to admit ....
Brunettes are better than Blondes!!!!!!!!!
Blondes SUCK!!!!!!!!!
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It certainly is one of the most exciting catfights I've read in a while.Brook has definately controlled the fight thus far with Gladys getting the bad end of it.But I believe Gladys will make a strong come back and make Brook pay for the humiliation she has endured from her rival.In the end it will be Gladys left standing in victory. GO GLADYS
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DrAcula, so nice to see someone who uses his head and not his heart. Both you and Dougie admit I have been having my way with her for almost all of the fight. But Dougie is in fantasyland. He is probably just sorry for Gladys and is feeling pity for her.
Gladys, pathetic tramp, you are not coming back. With an IQ smaller than your boob size there is no way you can surprise me. I am just resting. It isn’t easy leaning over you and trying to keep you from swinging that big ass around. My fingers were getting sore and tired manipulating your tits and trying to squeeze the last drop of milk out of them. Even so you are still behind and haven’t gained that much ground. As a matter of fact I am already starting to pound you back down. Your comeback was short lived. This is immense fun – let you up, knock you down, let you up, knock you down, let you up, knock you down, give your some hope, take it away. I am having so much fun toying with you I may keep this up until it is time to end the fight.
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Brook, maybe you shouldn’t play with Gladys so much like a cat with a mouse. Or make that like a cat with a rat in Gladys’ case. Don’t wear yourself out. You should finish her off quickly so you and she can recover for out fight with the firewomen. For Heaven’s sake don’t cripple her or leave her completely incapacitated. She is on our team after all.
I can’t make any promises about the condition Gladys will be in. If she submits now as she should then I won’t hurt her too much after that. Just a little more humiliation is all. But if she refuses to give up I may have to hurt her seriously. As for me I will be in great shape. For all her talk Gladys isn’t putting up to much of a fight so I shall be well rested and raring to go.
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Enjoy it while you can, you soft blonde shit. I am just toying with you. I have let you back in so the fight is more exciting for those watching. I can do this confidently because I know I can put you on your back and fat ass anytime I want. Being on your back is your natural position – on your back with your legs spread. Not much peach fuzz there for me to rip out.
I challenge you to another online session if you have the guts. Everyone will see how I take control of you again and do whatever I want to you. How about it?
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Gladys had admitted she cam out worse for wear in that last exchange. She tells me she will show people what that she is made of tough stuff and will get back on top of Brook. Brook told me she has almost milked Gladys’ floppy breasts dry and Gladys is helpless o stop her She will finish her off soon. Once she is done she will make Gladys lick the feet of the Queen. Gladys retorts if there is any feet licking to be done it will be by Brook. “She isn’t worthy to lick my feet.” Who you think is right?
Eight days left and the action is still fast and furious.
Gladys: This is even worse than horrible. Not only is Brook milking my tits but rubbing it in by inviting people to have a taste. She has crossed over the line and I will beat her if it is the last thing I do. The crowd was with me but have seemed to switch to her and are enjoying my predicament. [font]
Brook: “Milk her! Rip those tits off! Throw some milk this way! Move so we can see better!” The crowd is showing a vicious streak much to my delight. I know what you are thinking Gladys (a real accomplishment for you). It won’t be the last thing you do as you won’t beat me. I start massaging and squeezing on your nipples even more, buoyed on by my success so far. I bend and twist your tits to the side while squeezing and pulling. More drops drip out but not as much as I had hoped. “Come on, dudes, it’s yours for the taking.” Guys are climbing all over themselves as I milk her more and a sudden burst of milk spurts towards them. Looks like a riot might start.
Gladys: Trying to ignore what is going on with my breasts and the fickle, blood thirst crowd, or should I say milk thirsty crowd; I calm down and gather myself.
Brook: I feel your body go even limper. Looks like you are giving up. I wonder just how much milk I can get out of these well used udders?
Gladys: I know what I have been doing wrong. I have been struggling against you and trying to pull back or swing my butt from side to side. I take the hoots, howlers, and whistles as compliments as I swing my butt back and forth. There are a few catcalls and snide remarks from some, mainly female voices who must be jealous. I switch tactics. Instead of pulling back or trying to move to the side I push hard with my legs to drive forward. I slide my arms down and grab the backs of your knees..
Brook: Suddenly you push into me. I try to step back to set my legs and shove you back. I can’t move them as you have ahold of my legs. Lose my balance and fall backward.
Gladys: I feel and hear you land on your back. Still can’t see a damned thing with my blouse covering my head. Your arms are still wrapped around me in a bearhug secured by hanging onto my breasts.
Brook: I concentrate on holding on to you as best I can. I dig my nails into your tit flesh as deep as I can to hang on.
Gladys: My years of tumbling and gymnastics pays off as I instinctively continue to tumble over your head in spite of my head and arms still being wrapped up in my blouse.
Brook: Your momentum is too much and I can’t hang onto you. You tumble out of my grasp but not before all your weight pushes you’re the top of your head into my stomach. It is even worse than normal with your pointy head, probably formed from the dunce caps you were force to wear in school.
Gladys: I somersault on my feet facing away from you. My head butt into your gut has taken some wind out of you and slowed you down. This gives me time to remove my top. Easier to do that then pull it back down over my tits. I toss it towards Rikki. He deserves it for supporting me. Some other dudes jump up and there is a struggle for possession. Don’t have time to see who ends up with it.
Brook: Your head knocked some air out of me. I could have withstood this if it weren’t for the injuries you inflicted on my back and neck early. I lie on my back trying to gather myself as you land on your feet.
Gladys: I turn around. Grab your long, flowing hair and began to pull. You begin to slide along the floor on your back.
Brook: OWWW! SHIT! FUCK! LET GO! My scalp burns not to mention by bare back and butt as I am dragged on the rough carpet. I reach back but my hair is too long and you stay out of reach of my reach.
Gladys: I drag you over to the guys and gals. “OK folks, take a good look and you will see my breasts are far superior to her misshapened boobs. She’s a boob with no boobs” I giggle at my bon mot.
Brook: “Stupid whore, I wouldn’t call a C-cup no boobs. Just because mine aren’t stuffed and sagging like yours doesn’t mean I don’t have boobs. You are the booby.” I am struggling to get free. I hold onto my own hair and pull to ease the pain. I roll onto my stomach to try and get up onto my knees.
Gladys: “That was the dumbest thing you’ve done yet” I laugh at you. I give a jerk and you go down prone on your stomach and tits. I continue to drag you giving carpet burns to your tits. They certainly are big enough to scrape along the carpet. The crowd is now screaming “Rip her hair out! Stomp on her! Burn her tits raw! Throw some hair over here!” Seems the crowd is still fickle and wants to see real punishment dished out no matter who does it.
Brook: My tits and stomach are being scraped raw but at least I can see you better now.
Gladys: I start pushing on my feet harder and harder, taking bigger steps to get you sliding faster and faster. This is payback time.
Brook: I see my chance. You are concentrating so hard on tugging on me you get careless and let your foot get too close to. I grab your ankle, lift and twist.
Gladys: I lose my balance as you trip me up by my foot. I fall on my side.
Brook: I keep ahold of your foot and grab the other one to prevent you from getting away.
Gladys: Unable to scoot away I turn on my back to face you.
Brook: I pull on your feet sliding you towards me as I pull myself up and onto your body. My nude body covers your nude body. Our tits mash together and grind into each other. My solid 32Cs squishing your droopy, soft 35Ds. Normally I would find this position quite erotic and stimulating, my naked body covering yours even dominating yours. But I hate you too much and my tits are too sore to enjoy grinding them into yours.]
Gladys: My tits are burning with pain as you slide your tits up over mine. As we struggle they grind back and forth, your hard nipples piercing into my swollen and tender breasts. And you tell me you aren’t excited by my body with those hard, erect nipples? Another bold faced lie. I grab your hair with both hands in an effort to roll us over.
Brook: As you grab my hair I spread my legs to make it harder for you to roll me off you. I give a hard slap to your face. Then grab your hair and yank your head from side to side.
Gladys: My face is stinging from your slap but I an unable to return the favor just now. I yank your head from side to side trying to roll you off me. But your weight combined with your spread legs and the abuse my tits are suffering prevent me from doing this.
Brook: I pull your head up with both hands and then slam the back of your head hard against the floor. Once…. twice… three times…. in quick succession. Your brief time of gaining control over me by dragging me by the hair has ended and I am in control again.
Gladys: Clunk, clunk, clunk. You would have probably knocked me out save for the plush carpet. Still I am a little dazed and my struggling gets weaker.
Brook: I know your tits are sorer and more battered than mine. I know my tits moving back and forth and up and down over yours as we struggle is giving almost more pain than you can bear. Almost, but not quite. Time to show you that a tit attack can finish you off and have you pleading with me to stop. You will agree to anything once I give my claws into those big fleshy boobs again.
Gladys: Still a little groggy from the head pounding I lie still with my hands in your hair trying to recoup enough to go on the attack.
Brook: I band your head a couple of more times just to be on the safe side. Then I lift my body just enough to wedge my hands between our bodies. My fingers find your tits. Forget about milking them. It is time to use my sharp nails to shred them apart.
Gladys: I thought the pain was bad but it becomes enormous beyond belief as you start to rip and tear at my breasts. The good thing is it clears my head completely.
Brook: I look in your eyes as I maul your titties and can see you can’t take much more.
Gladys: I am almost done for and I have to act fast. I will show you that concentrating on the tits in a catfight is still a bad tactic. I slide my right leg out past yours. I push hard while jerking your head the other way as hard as I can, twisting your upper body.
Brook: Your move catches me off guard. With my arms trapped between our bodies I cannot brace to stop my rolling over. I roll to the side but keep you from rolling on top of me.
Gladys: Lying side to side I try and throw my leg over top of you. You try the same and we end up in a leg battle.
Brook: Our legs hit in the air. Just as I think I can get mine over yours you raise yours even higher even though I thought my longer legs would overpower yours.
Gladys: After several attempts I lift my cheerleader legs higher than yours and push yours down, my leg hooked over mine. Then I throw my hips and ass up and over you.
Brook: Damn! You are getting on top of me. Didn’t know you could move that big ass that fast. Got to keep you off me. I slam my palm down on your cheek. SMACK!
Gladys: “OWWW!” Your slap really hurts and stings my face as there is no give with my other cheek against the rug. “BITCH!” I scream as I whack you on the cheek.
Brook: I raise my hand to smack you again.
Gladys: Before you can hit me again I continue to move my pelvis directly on top of you and then follow with my upper body. You are not pinned underneath me.
Brook: But not for long as I garb your hair with both hands and use my leg to roll us back over.
Gladys: I use our momentum and your hair to keep us rolling. I give you another face slap on the cheek when we are side by side. We continue rolling until I end up on top.
Brook: We are rolling too fast and you can’t stop and stay on top. We roll and roll and roll. I give you a slap when I can and you do the same.
Gladys: Our legs get entangled as we roll. Legs locking legs so they can’t be used to advantage.
Brook: We roll one way and then back the other way. Neither seems to be able stay on top. I am getting tired.
Gladys: I am getting tired also. We are fighting for top position in desperation. We both believe that whoever can gain the top position will most likely win. We are both trying as hard as we can to stay on top and as hard as we can when the other gets on top. We resume out leg battle.
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Glad to see you have fought yourselve even with Brook.You didn't come this far to lose I believe you have more left than your rival and will pervail and make Brook pay for the punishment she has inflicted on your tender tits in spades.You got Brook where you want her Gladys because you want it more.Give her some of her own abuse GO GLADYS GO
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Rikki, When Gladys gets her mouth and nose close to my pussy it will be when I am sitting on her face. .
Dougie, Gladys is just making excuses for why she keeps getting taken down my me and suffering humiliation. Just like she did when she wasn’t voted Prom Queen. I used to call her the “Excuse Queen” and she still is. Gladys is heavier than she claims but she is weaker than I expected. Must have let herself go since her old cheerleading days. The cow is huffing and puffing. She won’t last much longer.
Rikki, one more thing. I read your post on her picture about her lips. You won't think they are so hot after I give her a fat lip. Mine re much sexier to start with.
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Brooks wins! Blondes can't fight!
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Hair colour aside, i voted for Gladys.
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Hair colour aside, i voted for Gladys.
Hair color aside, I will pulverize Gladys and show you her black roots. The only way she is a real blonde is in her stupidity.
Gladys, see you are afraid of my scissors. But if by your challenge you mean do I want to tear your hair out while punching and kicking the crapola out of you the pleasure would me mine. No more of this girlie rolling around on the ground shit. But we don’t need this you hit me I hit you crap. Let’s go at it all out – ripping hair, throwing punches, slaps and kicks as often and as best we can. I will be the last one standing – GUARANTEED!!!!!
It’s lean, mean pounding fat, soft and you all know which is which.
See you in cyber, blondie, to finish this off.
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Gladys and Brook have been busy online again. They must be exhausted but this fight shows no sign of letting up. Keep that in mind anyone who wants to challenge either of them. They may go down but it won’t be easy. The question now is who will survive in this all out hairpulling slugfest?
Brook: I escalate the battle sensing that I am getting tired faster than you are. Instead of a slap I hit your hard in the face with my knuckles, twisting them as I do so.
Gladys: “Argh! So you want to trade punches do you? You are going to regret that.” I hit as hard as I can on your cheek. Then an even harder blow to the side of your eye.
Brook: I hit you on the temple with the bottom of my palm. That should even up the score.
Gladys: “OUCH!” Your blow really hurts and momentarily closes my eye.
Brook: At last I am able to raise my long, lithe, shapely leg higher than your short, stubby, flabby one. Won’t be ong before I am not top of you with your leg trapped by mine.
Gladys: Your little snicker tells me you think you are getting I command again. Time to take the fight out of you. You legs and crotch are split wide as you raise your leg higher than I thought you could. I ram my knee into your crotch!
Brook: “UNGH! Dirty cheater!” I scream as I grunt in pain and think your knee was unfair.
Gladys: Before you lower you leg I hit you with another knee right in the same spot.
Brook: “ARGH! UNGH!” That hurts even more on my tender pussy. Even in pain I clamp my leg down and around your leg and lock my ankles together to keep you from kneeing me again. My slender thighs squeeze your stocky one and I can see it spread out around mine.
Gladys: “Shit!” I never had anyone put a scissors on my thigh before. It hurts a lot more than I would have thought.
Brook: I see you are caught off balance but my squeezing your thigh. My legs are stronger than you expected. I smack you on the face with one hand and pull out some hair with the other hand.
Gladys: SMACK! “Ouch! Aayyeeeee!!” Right on the sore temple you evil bitch. Your hand is in the way to deliver a good slap so I grab your hair with both hands and rip locks out in opposite directons. directions.
Brook: “Ooowwww! Ooouuuuu!” My scalp feels like a chunk of it came out with my hair. “You’ll pay for that, blondie. You won’t have any hair left when I’m done!”
Gladys: Before your pain subsides I lock my ankles together to squeeze your thigh believing my thighs are stronger than yours.
Brook: Didn’t think your soft thighs could apply that much pressure. We are locked in a thigh squeeze off. I know I will win this. My fit legs are much stronger than your soft ones.
Gladys: I crush your thigh as hard as I can. My years of dancing have kept them fit and even stronger than when I was a high school cheerleader. “SUFFER BITCH!”
Brook: “FUCK YOU cxnt!” My muscles began to tire and start quivering from the strain.
Gladys: Even though my legs are reaching fatigue I can feel yours start to shake and lose grip. I won’t win the fight this way but I am encouraged to squeeze even harder. Doubt if you will be able to walk naturally for awhile.
Brook: Hate loosing a thigh squeeze to you. In a rage I let go of your hair and wrap my long fingers around your fat neck.
Gladys: I feel you start choking me too late to prevent it. I grab your hands and try to pull them off my throat. Can’t budge them.
Brook: I tighten my grip on your throat. I turn your upper body onto your shoulder blades and then follow with my hips.
Gladys: With my legs locked around yours and having trouble breathing you roll me over easily onto my back. My legs start to lose their grip on your thighs.
Brook: I push down on your throat and raise my body to throttle you harder and harder. With my leg free I am able to raise it and slam your crotch with my knee.
Gladys: I start to work my fingers around yours but the pain from your kneeing stops me short.
Brook: I knee you even harder . Payback time for what you did to me.
Gladys: That one hurts even more but I am more focused. I grab one of your thumbs and yank it back. “Let go of my throat or I will break it off.”.
Brook: “Aw! You’re breaking my thumb!”
Gladys: “That’s the intent unless you let me go!”
Brook: “NEVER!” but I do let go and smack you hard across the face hoping to stun you enough into letting go of my thumb.
Gladys: WHACK! Your slap turns my head. I twist my shoulders with the flow hoping to roll you off. Help you along by bending your thumb further back.
Brook: The pain in my thumb is excruciating but I am not going to let you get away. I grab your arm and start to twist you back while I jerk my thumb away. FREE AT LAST!
Gladys: ‘Thanks for the help’ I think as swing my elbow towards your jaw. Your pulling pulse twisting my shoulders back puts a lot of force and speed behind it.
Brook: CRRAACCKKK! It feels like my jaw has been dislocated. I fall to the side stunned.
Gladys: I push you all the way off me before your can come to your senses. I roll you onto your stomach. And jump on your back.
Brook: I am out for a few seconds or more. When I come to I feel your fat ass on my back. “Oh no, hear comes another camel clutch” I think in fear.
Gladys: Got other things in store. Already done that. I am facing backwards. Can’t help but give your bare ass sticking up a few good whacks.
Brook: Still too out of it to fight back my ass stings with your spanks.
Gladys: I bend towards your feet. Grab the ankle of the leg I crushed. Bend it at the knee and pull up. Then put my other hand under your knee and lift back!
Brook: “ARRRGGHHH!” My leg is already sore and now you torture it with a boston crab. “Let go, let go, you’re hurting my leg!”
Gladys: “Stupid slut, of course I am!” “Give up?”
Brook:
FUCK YOU ASSWIPE!”
Gladys: “Your choice. I gave you a chance.” I twist slightly, lean towards you head. Grab you hair and you’re your head back. “Let’s see if I can make them meet!”
Brook: “Ow, ah, ou, eek,….” My neck is wracked with pain as you pull my head back and lift my shoulders off the floor.
Gladys: “GIVE UP?” I scream at you.
Brook: “FUCK OFF!” I say as proudly as I can. “I’ll never submit to you. You’ll have to break my neck first.”
Gladys: “I just may do that.”
Brook: I plant my left hand on the sand, push up and twist as you lift me. With my other hand I grab you blonde hair and almost yank your head off I pull so hard.
Gladys: I fall back and can’t hold onto your leg. I roll off you to before you can attack me further.
Brook: I keep a firm grip on your hair vowing to myself to never let it go. I rise to my knees intent on standing up and pulling you up..
Gladys: I can’t roll too far as you have ahold of my hair. I get to my knees just as you do. One hand goes you’re your hair and the other slaps you across the face.
Brook: “Ouch!” We both rise together. Instead of slapping you I smack your left boob with my right hand.
Gladys: “Owww! So that’s the way you want it.” We both know getting a submission will be virtually impossible. The only way to finish this is to slug it out. “THEN TAKE THIS!!” I scream in your face as I yank your head to the side and slam my fist into your firm abs.
Brook: I shrug off your blow to my firm, strong stomach. “You are going down, blonde slut!” I shout back as I hit the left boob again. Better to work on one tit and beat it to mush is what I am thinking.
Gladys: “Bloody hell!” I yell as my breast is aflame with pain. I let go your hair and hit your tits with two quick punches.
Brook: “Damn, that hurt.” I mutter involuntarily. I wasn’t expecting those punches. My boobs are in better shape than yours having only been brush burned. I haul my right hand back and throw a haymaker at your head that will knock you out of the county.
Gladys: You punch is telegraphed and easy to duck under even as I hear the air whoosh over my head. I slam my left into your gut as you are moving forward. Follow up with a smash to your left breast that flattens it as you bend forward.
Brook: “Oaffff….. Yeek…” Air escapes from my lungs. Prevents me from shrieking as you pound my tit.
Gladys: I grab your hair and pull your head down even more so I can knee you in the face.
Brook: Stupid cxnt, I now have a clear view of my target. As you start to raise your knee I have to swing a huge upper cut right between your chubby thighs..
Gladys: WHAM! WHOP! You blow hits perfectly and stuns me. I quickly back up to regroup.
Brook: I charge at you as you stumble backward wanting to keep you on the defensive. Both hands go into your hair to rip out as much as I can.
Gladys: I you’re your hair with one hand. I grab your hair with the other hand but it isn’t on your head. You don’t have a big bush but it is enough to get a good grip. I star pulling you around by both sets of hair.
Brook: Your puny bush is as fragile as your hair but I have to fight fire with fire. I grab your sweaty peach fuzz and we begin stumbling around tearing out strands of hair from head and pussy.
Gladys: I kick you shins.
Brook: I answer back in kind.
Gladys: Can’t kick hard as we are too close so I ram a knee into your thigh.
Brook: THUD! A solid sound rings out as you knee me. I knee you. SPLAT! resounds as your thigh has a lot more fat on it.
Gladys: We stumble over towards Rikki and I drop some of your coarse pubic hair in his lap. Then let go of your pubics to hit you with an upper cut to your left breast. I can see Rikki likes the way it flies up and then continues to giggle and oscillate afterwards..
Brook: Not to be outdone I give Rikki a handful of your blonde (must be dyed) cxnt hair. A punch is too good for you. I let go your fuzz and sink the fingers of my right hand deep into your boob, twisting and squeezing as I do.
Gladys: I you’re your hair as hard as I can and pound your tit again before grabbing your nipple and almost twist it off.
Brook: “So you want to have a tit fight, do you? I though you said that wasn’t the way to win a catfight. But if that is what you want you will get it. You sagging boobs are easier to grab and more tender than mine. This si a battle I will win.” I squeeze, claw, and pull trying to drive you to your knees.
Gladys: I clamp my teeth together to prevent screaming. I attack your boob even more viciously. I know my fingers and wrists are stronger than yours. Soon your tit will be worse off than mine.
Brook: I release your tit long enough to slug you on the cheek then grab your boob again.
Gladys: Your punch hurts but you cannot put your weight into it so it isn’t devastating. I prefer to slap you as I know that stings much more. Then I start kneeing you wherever I can as we dance around the room – one hand pulling hair and one hand mauling a tit.
Brook: Not sure what this looks like to spectators as I knee you also. Once or twice we bump knees and that hobbles both of us briefly.
Gladys: Once again I let go of your boob and drive my knuckles into your gut.
Brook: “Another stupid move, cxnt” I gasp as your punch hits a tender sport where you hit me before. I slam you in your chubby belly and can feel the fat bounce around my fist.
Gladys: We pull each other down by the hair. Both bent over at the waist now are intent of trading punches to the stomach, breasts, kidneys and wherever we can hit. We both try to slug between the legs but that area is out of our reach.
Brook: Looks like this slugging will continue until one of us goes down. IT WON’T BE ME!!!!!
Gladys: IT WONT” BE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brook: “cxnt!”
Gladys: “BITCH!”
Brook: “SLUT!”
Gladys: “COLD FISH!”
Brook: “TRAMP!”
Gladys: “SNOB!”
Brook: “DUMB BLONDE!”
Gladys: “AIR HEADED BRUNETTE! “
Brook: “TAKE THAT BACK!”
Gladys: “MAKE ME!”
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Come on folks.... help me put this conceited bitch down once and for all....
Gladys, you are way ahead in the Prom Queen vote. Don't let that go to your already swelled head (almost as big as your fat ass). I think you are getting the sympathy vote. That and it is obvious my supporters think it is so obvious I was the rightful Queen that they didn't bother voting. Even you can see the voting is way down in that contest.
YOU ARE GOING DOWN, BLONDIE!!!!!
ON YOUR KNEES AND LICK MY cxnt!!!!!
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Gladys FTW. I just think she's got the spunk that'll take it.
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Go Brook! You are the best! :)
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Gladys FTW. I just think she's got the spunk that'll take it.
RedEnforcer: I see you have a keen eye. Gladys is spelled S ° P ° U ° N ° K ° Y.
Rikki: I tried but Brook seems afraid to fight me straight up alternating blows and kicks to see who can dish it out and take it more. Fighting nasty and vicious is one thing but Brook always wants to keep her options open to fight dirty and to cheat.
Brook: You won the Prom Queen vote back then. I don't have a real explanation for the voting now. Perhaps I have just aged better than you or these people can see our true personalities and know who has the better qualities for a Queen.
I do like what I see Gladys. :)
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It's been a great fight and I can see that the both of you ladies are pulling out all the stops. But in the end I still see Gladys ending up the victor, sorry Brook. GO GLADYS
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Can't vote anymore, too late... but I find Brooke way sexier than Gladys! Brooke is the one here!
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The final episode by Gladys and Brook. A wild fight with a wild ending in my opinion. Too bad the fight has to end.
Brook: “You want me to make you take it back? OK, that will be easy!” I hit you as hard as I can in your left breast hanging down. The one I have worked over the most.
Gladys: “Yeeeoowww” That really hurts. You drive my nipple back so it almost touches my ribs. I gather myself and deliver too hard punches to your gut.
Brook: “Ungh….. OAF!” The first punch winds me a little. The second punch is even harder and I am not ready for it. It completely knocks the wind out of me.
Gladys: I you’re your body go limp and the fight is mine for the taking as you try to catch your breath.
Brook: Just can’t seem to catch my breath. I wait for the coup de gras wondering what you will do. Will you ravage my breast? That is what I would do.
Gladys: Your breasts are tempting to mutilate and pay you back. But I heard Rikki’s plea for the smack off I offered and you disdained. I pull your head up by your hair. I smack you on your cheek to get your attention. “OK, bitch, I am going to give you one more chance which is two chances more than you would give me. Now accept my challenge or I WILL destroy you. It is your only hope of coming out on top. That is if you have the guts.”
Brook: Finally I gulp some air into my lungs. I start stalling for time, refusing to answer one way or another.
Gladys: “Well? What is it?
Brook: I look at her but keep quiet. I am almost back at full strength now but act like I am almost out of it. Damn I am a good actress. Don’t know why I didn’t get the lead in my high school play.
Gladys: “I am gong to count to three. You had better answer by then” One…. Two….. Th…..
Brook: Before you can finish the three I spit in your face. Something I have wanted to do for a long, long time.
Gladys: I let go your hair in a reflex action and wipe your spit off my face.
Brook: As you let go I you’re your hair and smack you across the face, stepping into it.
Gladys: WHAAACKKK! The room resounds with the loudness of your slap. My head and upper body turn to the side. I uncoil like a golfer hitting a ball and hit you across your face even harder than you hit me. Brook: WHAAAAACXKJJKK! You hit me so hard I spin away and stumble a few steps. I turn back and look at you glaring as if I want to kill you because I do. My cheek is burning from the sting. Gladys: “Your turn…” I think even a dunce like you understands the rules but want to make sure. I gut out my chin taunting you.
Brook: “Fucking scum bitch!” I snarl as I slowly walk back to you. I yank your hair so hard you almost come off your feet. Probably would have it you weren’t so fat. At the same time I step into an upper cut to your left breast that is already turning all sorts of ugly shades. I keep ahold of your hair.
Gladys: My knees weaken with the intense pain. I reach up and grab your hair but can’t pull as hard as you did. No matter as I swing an uppercut to your left boob from my toes as I straighten up.
Brook: I swear you almost send my tit into my chin. A momentary weaken in my knees slows me up. But my the rules I can rest long enough to regain some strength and energy. Still holding onto your hair I hit you full force right on your belly button driving my fist into your gut.
Gladys: That staggers me even more and weakens me. but I cannot afford to wait too long as I know you are likely to hit me again without warning. I punch you back in the belly. Not as hard as you punched me as I haven’t fully recovered. But I have hit your belly so many times already my blow is just as effective if not more so.
Brook: It takes longer this time to recover. I am getting weaker and more tired. I grab your hair with both hands and bring my knee up into your crotch. It is not as hard as I would have liked.
Gladys: Your knee finds its mark but I can feel you are growing weary, more so than I am. I return your knee and feel you go limp just a little. Us cheerleaders are good at lifting out knees with force.
Brook: We are both tiring and getting near exhaustion. I am surprise that you seem to have more stamina as you looked out of shape to me. Trying to gain the advantage again I slap you across your face and then a even harder backhand on the return.
Gladys: SMACK! WHAM! My head turns one way first and then the other way. You blows are weaker than before but I also can’t resist as much as before. Even worse you catch me square on the mouth and now with your backhand. A little blood drips from my nose and a split on my lip.
Brook: Almost exhausted I still can’t resist a smile as I gave you the fat lip I promised.
Gladys: You are so enamored of what you have done you don’t see me reach way back and slam the flat of my hand on your cheek.
Brook: Out of the blue I feel my cheek erupt in pain. You spin me completely around. My eyes glaze over briefly as they also well up in tears. Didn’t know a slap could do that.
Gladys: I watch as you spin and almost stumble done. I can sense that victory is close at hand.
Brook: I stall again, biding for time. Then I approach you once again. This time a combo of jabs to both tits.
Gladys: You throw jabs this time and not full punches. The only reason they hurt is that my tits are so battered and tender. I take my time and then hit you with both hands at the same time on each side of your tits. They smack together. Not the hardest way to hit but I am now having fun.
Brook: My tits are squished together. That is more humiliating than painful. I try to finish you off with an uppercut to the jaw but can barely lift my arm.
Gladys: Nearly exhausted I get a surge of adrenaline as I see you are ready for the taking. I slam an upper cut to your jaw that snaps your teeth together.
Brook: Me eyes close and I feel myself starting to slump. Then the lights go out….
Gladys: I catch you in my arms as your start to fall to the floor. I have other plans for you. I hold you and give you a few small slaps to bring you out of it.
Brook: I come to in your arms. Not sure what has happened. My rubber legs grow a little stiffer so I can stand on my own.
Gladys: I grab you my the hair and slowly force you to your knees. I stop when your mouth is at crotch level. “Lick my pussy, you false queen!” I yank your hair hard to show you I mean business.
Brook: I am still groggy and in that state have lost my will. I try to resist but do as you bid.
Gladys: Satisfied, I force your face down to the floor. “Now lick my feet you low life scum even though you aren’t good enough to lick them.”
Brook: “You have broken my will and I start licking. I am totally humiliated by my arch rival. I resolve then and there to pay you back some day.
Gladys: “We aren’t through just yet, Brookie”. I lift you back up so your mouth is at pussy level. Then I step walk forward step by step forcing you onto your back. I end up straddling you, my thighs on with side of your face and my pussy grinding down on your mouth and nose. “Use that sharp tongue of yours to stimulate me, you fucking whore!”
Brook: This is the worst possible humiliation I can imagine. Have you no mercy I wonder to myself. But I do as ordered.
Gladys: “This is the time to work your tits over!” I start pinching, twisting, clawing both nipples and breasts. You can use your imagination what I am doing to her. “Now, you backstabbing bitch, admit that you were behind the false acquisitions about me in high school.”
Brook: “Fuck you, they were true” I manage to say through your flesh with more bravado than I am feeling.
Gladys: I you’re your both nipples and twist them almost 160 degrees while pulling the out. “Say it or I’ll rip these suckers off!”
Brook: The pain is too great plus I believe your threat. I finally mumble the words. “Yes, I did it.””
Gladys: “Louder, I don’t’ think the others heard you!” I twist even harder.
Brook: I scream out in pain but shout as loud as I am able through your pussy and thighs.
Gladys: “One final thing.” I let go of your nipples and feel you sigh in relief. Your relief isn’t long as I bed forward and grab some pubic hair that remains. I slowly and systematically pull of strand after strand until you are denuded. Then I get off you leaving you moaning and groaning slowly moving your legs back and forth. I gather up all the black hair I can find and add it to the pubic patch. I walk over to Rikki and drop the hair in his lap saying “I think I promised this to you.”
I strut over to Byline who has the Prom Queen Crown. Brook brought it so she could lord it over me after she beat me. I stroll back to you. You are barely conscious splayed on your back. I gently place the crown on your head. “Here, I think this is yours” I laugh. Then I place my foot on yours breasts and raise my arms in triumph, showing my biceps in victory. It fells so good to stand victorious over the fallen Queen after so many years. Revenge is sweet. “The Queen is dethroned! Long live the Empress!”
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What a terrific battle! My gratitude to both fighters for wanting this fight and for giving us one of the most exciting fights I have seen. Just my opinion, but I enjoyed it.
The fight was long and hard with Gladys getting a convincing win. I think most observers would agree that even though it was a back and forth battle Brook seemed to always be getting Gladys in trouble, most so than Gladys did her. But Brook couldn’t seal the deal. Gladys did show either moxie or stupidity or both when she was ready to put Brook away but then relented and gave Brook an even up shot to win. Personally I think “there was method in that madness” as I think Gladys was sure she could beat Brook in an even up battle. She proved it this time. Could there be a rematch? Should there be a rematch?
The Prom Queen contest really surprised me. Gladys won in what must be considered a landslide. Taking nothing away from her victory, I note that there were 54 fewer votes in this contest than the fight. It could be possible that many thought the fight a draw so they voted for both Brook and Gladys in the fight.
CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR NEW PROM QUEEN AND CATFIGHT VICTRESS. LONG LIVE THE EMPRESS
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Congratulations to you, Gladys. People overwhelmingly think you should have been the Prom Queen. You also proved the better woman in out fight this time. I would like a rematch to show that I can beat you. Enjoy your 15 minutes of fame. :-* :-*
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Congradulations on your hard fought and well deserved victory Gladys.It was a great fight and both you and Brook deserve a great deal praise for how well you conducted yourselves during the fight. I hope you two ladies will have a rematch, will be looking forward to it. YEAH GLADYS ALL HAIL THE NEW QUEEN
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Gladys, congratulations on your double win, good luck if there is a rematch.