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General Category => Polls => Members Catfight Polls! => Topic started by: linftr on February 06, 2021, 05:09:27 PM
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On and off, the two women have tried to arrange a fight, but inspired by Lisa’s recent loss to Genette, and her own victory over Dawne, Linda felt now was the time to take on the younger fighter. She issued a challenge through the club, demanding that Lisa fight her. Concerned that the younger long legged Lisa would dodge and run circles around her, Linda insisted on a confined venue, met by the club‘s offer to have one end of the hospitality suite penned off with a thick clear wall, complete with microphones and cameras for the two duellists. The expected crowd would watch from the other side, shouting encouragement and advice and insults.
The very limited rules agreed upon were: no choking, eye gouging or bone breaking. Additionally, each fighter would be entitled to call one five minute break at any time and for any reason. The fight would end when the winner was satisfied.
The time has arrived, the fight will begin.
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That bitch Lisa always has tried to lure me into a fight on her terms, undoubtedly thinking I would be easy prey for her, but she will be in for a surprise . The club has happily sponsored a match between us, expecting that if they limited the space, it would turn into a grueling and nasty catfight. When I heard of the humiliation Lisa suffered at the hands of that fat bottomed Genette in her last fight, I knew this was my time to pile on.
Feeling good after beating Dawne, I realized that she was the same height as Lisa. Swishing happily at the thought of chopping down two tall bitches in a row, I try to learn how Lisa fights. Unlike that leggy gazelle, I won’t take my victory for granted. Hmmm, she tries to hit and kick early on, but then goes for a nasty ground game. Even though I am far more refined than her, I can match her in a crotch clawing combat. Hell, I just absorbed more attacks on my snatch in that Dawn fight than Lisa will ever give me.
I intend to ignore the creepy crowd that always cheers for Lisa, while at the same time hoping to strip her quickly and dissolve her pride. There is nothing like being shown up and embarrassed to get her to lose confidence. Resolving to start in a white bikini, which accents my vastly superior breasts, I try to picture how I will press her against the clear wall, and pin her there like an insect.
Time is ticking down, and I have to leave my suite and head to the ‘arena’. Wading through the crowd, I don’t see her , so enter the small fight room and let the door close. I keep my robe on, no way I am going to be half naked and behind a glass wall while this mob stares at me. Where is this slut? When will this start?
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Wow !!! , Always loved a fight between two nasty matured ladies . Good luck to both of you
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At last ! never a patient person, I see my opponent sauntering in and I slide off my robe, unveiling my white bikini, as I see her in her black two piece. Just like in the old movies, the good gal is wearing white, and the evil villain is wearing black. I step away from the door, allowing her to enter, and giving myself an opportunity to size her up in person. Long legs, flat tummy and tits, her dark hair swishing around, she seems ready to scrap. The crowd can be heard perfectly in our ‘room’, just as they can hear us, and there is a loud buzz from them.
As she takes her place on the opposite wall, I sneer at her, and take a stride forward. A simple bell sounds, no intros, no fanciness. The crowd knows what the rules are, and they have already heard all the information about us while they were sipping away, awaiting the fight. No one is wearing a mask, the scene is too primal for that. I hear shouts and instructions to us, as she takes a step forward, and I take my second. There really isn’t a lot of maneuver room, as the distance is already close when I ask her whether she wants to be embarrassed again.
Whether she tries to reply or not, without my usual feints and dodges, I lunge in at her, and drop down, hoping to snare a kicking leg or trip her , before she shifts . Tensing up for her reaction, my hands are already scrabbling for her thighs.
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She stands her ground, to my surprise, and I am hammered down when I clutch at her legs. I groan from her blows. Bent over, I feel her grabbing and hauling at me as I recover my senses. Wildly, it flashes through my head that some extra weight is a good thing, if your foe is trying to sling one around.
My arms actually do manage to encircle a thigh now, and yank upwards, and as I feel you wobbling, I stop resisting your heaving and heave myself right into you, my torso hitting yours, as I pry your leg higher. The two of us land with a splat, with me holding your leg and using you to cushion my fall. Using your leg as a lever to secure myself onto you, and I free one hand and mash it down onto your miserable breast.
My back aches as I try to swivel onto you, holding that one leg high with one arm. I gasp out how good it feels to have you squirm under me. As I try to get onto all fours, I glance to see what my targets should be. I hear shouts for me to stay on you, and indeed I will. This bitch got in two nasty hits, and she will pay.
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No eye-gouging? Pfft. Sissies.
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Linda will maul Lisa
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My vicious sister will win...... you got my vote Lisa Xxxxxx
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Damn, she’s escaping, I mutter, and feel her kick my poor breast, only to have worse occur when she belts my face and swings at my middle. Rocked by the face blow, my rising stops and I flinch, her belly blow hitting my ribs instead, while I clutch at her little shorts for balance with my left hand. Of course my other hand doesn’t just hang there and my right swings at her ovary, hoping to rattle an egg or two.
“You fucking bitch” I eloquently state, as I yank down with my left hand and lunge my head into your torso. As you brace near the wall, I raise my right hand, even though I want to hit you again, and spear it up into your armpit, hoping to avoid another nasty hammer blow. I see a sheen on your tummy and your hip bone revealed as your bottom droops on that side.
I hear a yell for stripping you, and reply “Every inch of her will be on display!” and I get applause, and shove my left hand even lower. My hair is dragging along your belly as my head slides along and I twist and grate my teeth on the flesh, seeking purchase, but only rasping so far. My sturdy legs keep churning and maintaining pressure, I want her down where she belongs!
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The bitch is backed up, and I hear her grunts and can see her splayed along the wall. The rising crowd noise urges me on, as she knees at my belly, causing a gasp while I shove her bottoms further down onto her upper thighs, gravity taking a toll with her every movement. YEAH, HER ASS IS HANGING OUT is one shout and I sneer, thinking how she must hate to lose her dignity, not that she is modest. I feel my boobs cinch up, she is yanking on my top, and smearing my tits into my chest !.
Another knee, aiming lower, splats against me, and this time her bottoms drop to knee level, and I hope they stay there, snagging and tangling her legs. The bony knees on this slut must be causing bruises on my ivory skin. I feel and hear a rip, it’s my top rending and then there is a huge shout. She has flung my top away, it hit the glass wall, and I see my breasts wobbling wildly as she smacks them and clutches my neck with the other hand. The crowd is crazed, as unlike your half hidden denuding, my big boobs are flapping away, showing marks.
Both embarrassed and being hurt, I stuff my left hand into your crotch and claw into that swamp. Hopefully I will hit something really tender, even as my jabbing right hand shifts over to your top and starts to tug. Well if I get her totally naked first, that will shut her fans up. My shoulder shoves into your torso, keeping you pinned, even as my ass is bouncing around while you maintain that head lock . I keep digging for gold in your snatch with my left hand, expecting a howl at any moment.
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I can feel the eyes of the mob pressed against the glass staring in as the fight intensifies. My right tit is being mauled by this whore, even as her snatch is clawed. She yanks up on my hair and hits me in the eye, while her follow up punch to my mouth glances, as I am already toppling back onto my back after being forced onto my knees. She screeches as my hand pulls away from her pussy, leaving a raw bare spot and welts.
Whooooh, I am shaking my head and seeing you looming against the wall and instinctively my right foot smacks your ankle. You still against the wall, my left foot kicks your other ankle, sending you downward towards my now upraised right knee. As you shift to avoid more damage to your twat, I grab for your tits, whether mashing, clawing or whatever, but tugging on your top to have you fall to the side. Your breasts emerge, as my head rises, showing off my brand new shiner, giving everyone something to cheer.
Already showing bruises and wear, I rake my hands along your boobs as I frantically kick you away. I feel a solid impact by one foot, and my remaining thrashing just generates space for me to roll onto all fours, feeling my wounded right tit pulse as it hangs. LINDA STRIPPED HER FIRST, PAY OFF THE BET someone yells, people already losing money on you.
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Lisa wins this easy !!
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: OOpphh, kicked away from this slut, I roll and rise, to see her already advancing. I glare at her, how dare she go after my pussy, even though hers is unveiled and scratched. “You are right, it isn’t a strip show, you are already nude now. You want to claw it out, bring it” and I step forward, slashing with my right hand at her face, making sure my right leg can block a kick.
First time I have went for her face, and I hope to leave some marks, though I immediately step back, anticipating her trying to get a knee in. Whatever she does, I brace and launch a full length kick, hoping to get that mangy pussy as she attacks. At least mine is covered, although my tenderized right tit looks woeful already.
“C’mon you coward, fight it out, don’t dance like a schoolgirl”. Perhaps I can distract her while I kick, or goad her into something rash, anyhow, she doesn’t look like the type that can think and act at the same time. I hear jeers and shouts at both of us, and though I try to block them out, the hateful comments of clods are always bothersome.
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It is so satisfying to feel my nails improving your face and making you yelp, that my eyes positively gleam when I swing my foot up to catch you in the moneymaker. My eyes widen when you shift and snag my kicking leg, and thensee your sneer as you heft my leg even higher. I try to balance, even hopping , but staying upright isn’t happening. The watching crowd is entertained by my breasts whipping up and down though.
I make a stab at clutching for you, but a final upward shove on my leg upends me and I land with a fleshy thud on my butt. Owwww, I exclaim, but I force myself to pedal my free leg at you, as I try to roll away, seeing you lining up evil for me. I tug my grasped leg back, hoping you will follow into my kicking foot, or at least let go. Flashes go off, as people want to memorialize the action.
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Waiting for Lisa to win this battle...
Get her Lisa...
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I'm pulling for Lisa, she will have to fight her best nastiest fight to beat this big old broad. That kick to Lisa's ovaries puts Lisa down hard and leaves her open. I hope she can recover before Linda punishes her more.
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This is more stretching then I have done forever, my crotch pried apart, thigh scratched and pounded, and only a lucky kick driving you off and saving my twat from your foot. I gasp and roll onto my knees and rise up, and to my really pleased surprise, you are still cringing on the wall, hugging yourself. From fear to glee I switch in a heartbeat. “I got you, didn’t I, I scrambled your fucking eggs” and I stagger over as fast as I can, readying another kick, but at the last moment, don’t dare risk having my leg caught again.
Instead, I feint with the leg and wing a blow at your face. Right after I feel my hand meet resistance, I lunge in, my other hand grabbing for your right boob, while I try to bull you towards a corner where the glass partition meets the wall you are on. I dip my head just in case you have a hand coming at me, and feel our sweaty bodies make contact. The crowd always rewards aggression and I love hearing them cheering me on. WRECK HER TITS TOO ! and I almost puzzle about the ‘too’.
Both of my hands trying to fasten on your breasts, I want you in that corner. “I can use knees too” I pant out, thinking how you tried to stomp my pussy.
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This is proving to be a down and dirty catfight and I am enjoying it. Who wouldn't? Two damn sexy women catting it out.
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“Damn you, My Face !” as I have to respond to your vicious attack before you disfigure me, only to feel you going after an even more sensitive spot. My fleshy pussy lips are being mauled and my fur is flying down below. My bottoms start a downward slide as I hear LOOK AT THAT BIG ASS from the stupid spectators.
Grimacing, I yank even harder on your tits, pulling your torso over by them, as I shove my butt back and semi squat, hitching away from your cxnt clawing hand and making it harder for your left hand to get purchase on my face. ”Get down!” I bellow, as my fingers curl into your breast flesh and secure a nailed grip. Dipping even lower as I squat, I see your back as I pull you lower by your stretching boobs. PULL THEM OFF LINDA! they shout as I dig in deep just behind your nipples.
Instead of pushing you against the wall, I sort of waddle back, towing you by your carved tits. I feel my bottoms around my ankles, and shuffle out of them before I trip. Still churning back, I try to pull you onto your knees, and take away your precious kicks, even as I twist my hands to rend your breasts more.
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Onward Lisa! To victory!
You've got her!
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I vote for lisa, but both combatants are putting up a great poll match
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Staring up at you isn’t right I think, with my head swimming from the banging on the floor. I throw my elbows out ripping your tits in a new direction with my death grip, as my arms block some of your breast raking. I note that your furious face isn’t as red as your torn tits, as I writhe to dismount you. My knee hits at your back, and then my undamaged leg whaps higher, the knocks enabling me to pull you down body to body by your now bleeding boobs.
Our hot breath is mingling and I rock to the side, shoving my face into yours with my teeth showing, both threatening and leaving little space for a head butt. As my right hip tilts up, I dart my right arm down to your crotch in the brief moment I flop back down, and before your body land on me again. My clawed fingers are pressed right into your pussy and jab sharply into you as your weight does the work.
I have to let go of your other breast, and wrap my left hand around you, so you can’t have room to escape, and the crowd gasps as they see the deep gouges in your tits. “Is that slime or blood my nails feel in your pussy, you bitch” I hiss, although the effect is lessened by lisping through my puffy lip. I actually growl, as I hug you tightly, the body heat and your hair draped over me making me pour sweat. “Have I found your clit yet?” as I hope by your shifting that I am near something really tender.
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I feel you hitching yourself up on me, trying to get my nails out of your twat ,when you suddenly surge against me. Your knee drives my hand out of your gouged pussy and pushes my thighs open before coming to rest. Still holding your body with my left hand, your next knee shoves my thighs widely apart and I go wild eyed and release you realizing my peril. My feet skitter and shove on the floor, but to no avail, as your third knee sinks home, molding into my open snatch with a thud. I howl.
My left hand flutters off you, my legs flop outward and quiver, then close up, while my hands go to my aching crotch. DAMN, LISA cxntED HER. You scurry off, while i wallow, my face screwed up. I see you gathering yourself up against the glass wall, as I manage to roll onto all fours. Ass up, head down, I see your feet starting to shuffle, and I inch away while you take stock and like some cowardly coyote start to slink after me.
I look over my shoulder, and watch you staring at my retreating bottom, and then my head sinks again. Staring through my thighs and swaying breasts, I watch you close in, as the crowd surges up against the glass and aches for more. Desperately, as you near, I arch up and lash my leg out, hoping for a game changing full legged hit to your nasty pussy. Everyone stares in, motioning and shouting, LOOK AT THAT !
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My leg kicks out flying into air, straining my beaten crotch and I forlornly recognize that I missed as I haul my waving limb back, catching a blur of motion as I look behind me. An enormous kick lands on my fully open pussy and I tilt forward onto my boobs. Stunned and crushed, my head hits the floor and the crowd OOOHs and AAHs, as I can hardly register what just happened.
Before my senses recover, you land with a thump on me and grab my hair, pulling my face up, and accessing my tits for torture. Momentarily not thinking, it is only when your nails sink in deeply that I scream, first in pain, and then shouting “Break, Break, get off me, Stop her, No more”. Everyone outside looks at each other and reminds themselves that each fighter is entitled to one five minute break. Meanwhile, I feel your breast gouging fingers ever so slowly pulling back through the trenches they carved, while your bottom wriggles on my back.
“Get off, Get off” I repeat and you mutter some stupid comments, whether to me or the mob, I don’t know or care. The pressure on my back relents, as I simply stay where I am, one hand going across my body to cradle my torn breast, the other gingerly feeling my mashed twat, winking at everyone. I slowly start to pull my legs a little closer together, while I hear some ass saying FOUR MINUTES LEFT. That's not much time I whine to myself.
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I groan, taking the towel as I rock onto my knees, and wipe, starting with my face, then my breasts, then my swollen pussy, as I sip some water and carefully mince over to the wall. Everyone is pointing and jabbering at you and me, as you look a total mess. I feel horrible, with my entire body dinged and banged. TWO MINUTES LEFT. Do they have to keep shouting out the time?
I can’t believe that in my last fight, that big tall bitch kept attacking me down low, and this tall whore is doing the same thing tonight. Thinking back, I showed that bitch, just like I will this one. I have to take it to her, can’t give her the initiative. I take a few testing steps and am ok, although it’s a little hard for me to stretch, with my puffiness and swelling .
Patting my tender vagina with that moistened towel, I plan out how to deal with her. “It will be your turn, slut” I hiss , as time ticks down. As always, the sneaky bitch is sizing things up as the roar of the crowd lets us know that break is over. I take one step towards you, watching you shift, and then I whip my wet towel at your face and charge, hoping to swing an uppercut to your wounded breast as you are distracted. CMON LINDA, PULP HER!
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Damn, this is a close fight.
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Put her away Lisa, be careful of her dirty tricks, fight your fight and make her scream her submission!
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Pursuing you after belting the underside of your tit, I have you almost against the wall , bracing to fight back. Your left hand is going for my face, even as I drive in and block, while my left hand is swinging up to your unprotected right breast. Huh, your right shoulder drops, my uppercut sails by, and I feel your knuckles sinking into my swollen snatch. My eyes roll up, as my momentum carries me into you, my chin on your shoulder.
“Nooo, oh, that hurts!” I whine, as my arms enfold you and clutch for dear life. I feel your shoulder shifting, know that you will try and hit my poor pussy yet again, and swivel and bite your ear, clamping down on it. Grrrrrrrrr, this dirty fighter deserves this, as once again I lean in as close as I can to avoid blows from your long limbs.
My pussy throbs, as I try to inch my legs into yours and snare them. Shaking my head like a dog with a bone, your hair is draped all over me, in my mouth and nose, as I have trouble breathing through that stringy stuff. I feel your leg straining to move around, time for revenge, as I unsnarl and pull my right leg back, waiting for your thighs to open.
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Brutally thrashing on the ground, trading prods and claws and rakes, the fur is flying as we roll over and over, each part of our bodies dueling. Rolling over on the floor, almost in slow motion, it is almost my turn to end on top when your body stops moving. Your back is pressed against the glass wall, and you can roll no further as we lay side to side. Glaring and hissing, I almost feel cheated that I can’t get on top of you.
Momentarily stopped, with you on your right side, your punches at my ribs are feebler with your arm on the ground, though your left hand is still hauling vigorously on my hair, red strands coming out. Then I see it, your right breast is laying on the floor between us, as is my left tit, but with you busy yanking hair, I bring my right hand over your boob, palm first and press, then end up doing a pushup, squashing your gland flat against the floor. That wounded sack bulges, as if going to pop.
Leveraging myself up , panting and gasping, using your breast as a greasy stepping stone, I keep you wedged down while I pry myself onto my knees. Finally, I release your pancaked boob and lean on your torso, as my knees shuffle forward and start to kick. My fans have something to cheer for now!
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The crowd is thrilled to get such an up close view of me pressing your torso down against the glass while my knees punish you. I am amazed, as is everyone else, that you, Lisa, start bleating for a break, and I sort of rest over you, with a smug look on my battered face as I shift my knees to rise. The accidental placement of my knee on your already flattened tit as I push myself up only squashes your pulped boob a little more.
I spit “Nasty bitch , couldn’t take it, gasp, you were ready to give up” as I rise on wobbly legs over you. I swivel and stagger to ‘my’ wall on shaky legs, but my ass manages a prideful swishing. I gratefully take a swig of the cold water offered me, and then stuff the icy bottle between my legs. I wince as I touch myself, then I focus on your pitiful condition and take heart.
Wiping myself with the towel, leaving various stains on it, I inhale deeply, displaying my scratched up breasts, and brush my hair back. I have to look good for my triumph. Feeling better about this fight now, having almost lost heart after the hurt my delicate pussy has received, I hand back the towel and water bottle, and enjoy looking at you. “How does that breast feel, bitch?”
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Thrilled that you are totally focused on your breast pain, I realize you want revenge, and while mindful that you might go for my pussy again, I step forward, leading with my left leg to block any kicks, while guarding my far finer (and rounder) breasts with my arms. You copy my ’fast attack when you are wounded strategy’ as you swing up at my face, and I am unable to block it entirely, and reel back.
Bracing for my counter swing at your tits, I see a blur of motion, and your knee crunches into my swollen pussy. I am breathless, it already hurt so badly down there, and I just collapse on my knees like I was shot. My head rocks forward, rubbing on your belly, while my hands try to clasp and cover my snatch and somehow remove the pain. I can’t even get my thighs to close, I blurt out gibberish about being mashed and crushed, and I feel how wet it is down there.
I try to rock forward to cover up, and knock you away with my shoulders, as the crowd surges in closer to the glass to soak up the drama. SHAKE IT OFF LINDA, HIT HER PUSSY, IT’S WIDE OPEN and right in front of me. I see your nasty slit. I have to get that, I have to. and I rock back and look up.
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Leaning on you for support doesn’t work as you step back, my twisted up face tilting down, and you knee me again, bone splatting into my right titty. I moan as I flop back on the floor, only to have my soft tummy stomped. Gasping for air and groaning, it is no longer a fight, as my legs shoot up and wiggle in the air.
Everything swirling, your wide ass plops on my face as I moan out No, and hear some garbled shout from you, before all I see is your flesh. I get a breath an instant before your fist comes down on my breast, then another fist hits my my belly, and so on. My legs are flapping around, the impacts are horrendous, as I gasp into your butt for air, and my boobs start flopping to each side of my torso as you pound them.
Not even trying to cover my swollen pussy, I just whip my legs around and try to flop on one side or the other and get you off me. My hands clutch and claw at your sides as I arch my head seeking air as I scream. I try to shout for a break, then realize there isn’t one.
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All the noises are muffled by your ass, including my yells and wails. I feel the pain as you take savage satisfaction in hitting me like you are playing an instrument. My belly gets hit, my legs come up, then my pussy gets punched, my legs drop down, and breaking up the pattern, my tits get hit time and again. I try to roll, am beyond arching, and you don’t budge.
My supporters start saying HOW CAN LISA BE SO CRUEL as instead of clawing at you, my hands start flailing and flapping. When you lean forward to hit my twat, I beg for you to “get off, please get off”, before you rock back and smother me again. My belly and breasts are now solid blotches and bruises, and my legs thrash on the floor, as my hands start beating it. “Stop, stop” I moan, the sounds mostly swallowed up in your bottom.
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Wobbling, and on shaky legs, I totter up, helped by Lisa. Grateful that it is over, and that I survived, I bow my head to the winner, and soak up the applause for a hard fought fight. This time, I cam out on the wrong end of it.
I want to thank Lisa for providing an intense contest, fairly fought. I hope all that read it enjoyed, and those who cheered it on are satisfied with the duel.
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I missed voting on this one. Lisa would have been my choice.
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That was one freaking intense fight! Congratulations to Lisa and thanks to Linda.
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Amazing battle!
Really well-written you guys! I could almost feel the agonizing blows, such as my anatomy could imagine it, by golly!
Thanks very much for putting such time and effort into this! Congrats Lisa, and valiantly fought, Linda!
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Too bad I missed this fight. Congratulations to my sister Lisa for the victory against a good rival like Linda