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You grab at my hair and yank it, mumbling something... clearly struggling to match me clit to clit if you're trying to break us up, and I let you know it! "Can't handle this pussy huh bitch!" I grunt, straining against you.

You do however manage to get me off of you, having yanked my hair back and thrown me to the ground, I'm barely able to get a retort out before your knees are either side of my head?!? What!! My immediate fear is I'm about to get facesat! In the middle of a match!? NO NO NO! But then it dawns on me... first to cum loses... this is an opportunity! And right as I go to attack, I feel you spread my legs, and suddenly lean into me...

69.

I instantly let out a slutry moan as your tongue runs up and down my pussy gently, before slightly flicking at my clit. It feels electric, shooting through me in waves as my body tingles and tenses to the touch of your tongue... and then you plunge into me and I moan! I can't just take this, finally sinking my claws into your juicy ass, my tongue punches forwards... I know your wet, sensative, there is no need to tease you... instead I thrust my tongue deep inside you, feeling your warmth, your arousal, as I begin to dine on your sexual energy.

otu
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Shut your fucking mouth you blonde irish whore, Im going to beat your ass like youve never been beaten before you fucking irish whore!!
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not quite sure what you are asking
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Celebrity Fights- Polls / Caitlin Clark vs Martina Hingis
« Last post by whatever. on Today at 01:04:15 AM »
THE RESULTS WILL HAVE NO BEARING ON THE STORY


CAITLIN CLARK: WNBA ROOKIE PHENOM
22 years old
6'0
154 lbs




MARTINA HINGIS: RETIRED TENNIS GREAT
43 years old
5'7
130 lbs

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Catfight Web Sites & Sources / Mountain Mayhem Catfights
« Last post by modernepic on Today at 12:54:06 AM »
Hey all,

I am sure there are some folks out there who have Mountain Mayhem fights squirrelled away. Shoot me a message. I've been looking for more and have quite a few already that I would be happy to swap around.

If anyone has had any luck getting in touch with the old owner, so we can actually buy some, that would be even better.

Open to any leads :)

Thanks!
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Celebrity Fights- Polls / Re: Taylor Swift vs Karlie Kloss
« Last post by rm123 on Yesterday at 11:41:32 PM »
Karlie in a close fight
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Catfighting / Re: A ChatGPT catfight story based on a single image
« Last post by Martin Beswick on Yesterday at 11:31:52 PM »

I admit that I have already been generating text stories featuring my girlfriend wrestling against other real life women, but your idea is really compelling. So I went ahead and tried it with a photo, results below:

prompt: write a 1300 word story based on this photo, in which both women engage in an aggressive wrestling match with intense emotion. There should be a clear victor, describe how and why they won in highly specific detail. The woman with dark hair is named Mutiny.

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**Rivalry in the Ring**

The fluorescent lights above cast a harsh glow on the blue mat in the center of the gym, illuminating the space with an almost clinical brightness. The air was thick with anticipation, a charged atmosphere that made every breath feel heavy. In the ring stood two women, each radiating a fierce determination that spoke of years of competition and rivalry.

Isabella, with her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders, adjusted the strap of her black bikini top. Her piercing blue eyes were locked onto her opponent, a silent vow of victory burning within them. Across from her, Mutiny stood tall and imposing, her dark hair framing her face and a confident smirk playing on her lips. The pink and black bikini she wore accentuated her athletic build, each muscle taut with readiness.

They had faced each other many times before, but this match felt different. There was more at stake than just a win; it was about pride, respect, and proving who was the better fighter. The gym was empty except for the two of them, the quiet adding to the intensity of the moment.

"Ready to lose, Isabella?" Mutiny taunted, her voice echoing slightly in the vast space.

Isabella's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a determined smile. "Not today, Mutiny. This time, you're going down."

Without another word, they moved toward each other, their bare feet padding silently on the mat. The initial clash was explosive, a collision of strength and skill as they grappled for control. Mutiny, using her height and reach advantage, aimed to overpower Isabella quickly, but Isabella's agility and speed kept her out of reach.

Isabella ducked under Mutiny's attempt at a headlock, slipping behind her and locking her arms around Mutiny's waist. With a grunt of effort, she tried to lift Mutiny off the ground, but Mutiny's stance was solid, and she countered by driving her elbow into Isabella's side. Isabella winced, her grip loosening just enough for Mutiny to twist free and spin around, catching Isabella in a tight hold.

"Got you now," Mutiny breathed, her voice filled with confidence as she tightened her grip.

Isabella struggled, her mind racing as she tried to find a way out. Mutiny's strength was formidable, but Isabella had always prided herself on her resourcefulness. She managed to slip one arm free and used it to leverage against Mutiny's hold, pushing with all her might until she broke free. She immediately dropped to the mat, sweeping Mutiny's legs out from under her.

Mutiny hit the mat with a thud, but quickly rolled to her feet, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and respect. "Nice move," she admitted, circling Isabella with renewed caution.

Isabella nodded, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. "Thanks. But we're just getting started."

They clashed again, this time with even greater intensity. Mutiny managed to get Isabella into a headlock, dragging her down to the mat. Isabella's vision blurred as the pressure on her neck increased, but she refused to give in. She used her legs to hook around Mutiny's, tripping her up and causing them both to fall to the mat.

They wrestled on the ground, their bodies a tangle of limbs as each fought for dominance. Isabella managed to pin Mutiny's arms to the mat, but Mutiny bucked her hips, throwing Isabella off balance and reversing their positions. Mutiny now had the upper hand, her weight pressing down on Isabella as she struggled to keep her pinned.

"You can't win, Isabella," Mutiny growled, her breath hot against Isabella's ear.

Isabella's response was a grunt of effort as she used all her strength to push against Mutiny, finally managing to roll them over so she was on top. She quickly secured Mutiny's arms, holding them down with a fierce grip. "Give up, Mutiny. It's over."

Mutiny struggled beneath her, but Isabella's hold was unyielding. For a moment, it seemed like Mutiny might admit defeat, but then she surged with a last burst of energy, throwing Isabella off and scrambling to her feet. Both women were breathing heavily now, their bodies slick with sweat, but neither was willing to back down.

They circled each other once more, their movements slower but no less intense. Isabella knew she had to end this soon; her muscles were aching, and she could see that Mutiny was tiring as well. She feigned a lunge, drawing Mutiny in, and then quickly stepped to the side, using Mutiny's momentum against her. She caught Mutiny in a chokehold, her arm tightening around Mutiny's neck with a determined precision.

Mutiny gasped, her hands clawing at Isabella's arm, but she couldn't break free. Her struggles grew weaker as the seconds ticked by, her vision darkening at the edges. Finally, with a resigned groan, she tapped out, signaling her submission.

Isabella released her hold immediately, stepping back and allowing Mutiny to collapse to the mat, gasping for air. For a moment, the gym was silent except for the sound of their labored breathing. Then, slowly, Mutiny sat up, her expression a mix of exhaustion and grudging respect.

"You win, Isabella," she admitted, her voice hoarse but sincere. "This time."

Isabella nodded, offering her a hand. "Good match, Mutiny. You fought hard."

Mutiny accepted the hand, pulling herself to her feet with a weary smile. "Yeah, well, don't think this is over. I'll be coming for a rematch."

Isabella's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Looking forward to it. But for now, I think we both earned a break."

As they walked off the mat, the tension between them had eased, replaced by a mutual respect forged through their intense battle. They knew that their rivalry would continue, but it was this very competition that pushed them to be better, to strive harder.

In the dimly lit gym, the echoes of their struggle lingered in the air, a testament to their strength and determination. And as they left, they carried with them the promise of future battles, each one more intense than the last.

Isabella and Mutiny's rivalry was far from over, but for now, they were content in knowing that they had given it their all, and that next time, the fight would be even more thrilling, with new challenges and higher stakes. And who knew? Maybe they'd invite an audience to witness the fierce competition between two of the best fighters the gym had ever seen.
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Live Action Clips / Re: Hot White Girls Catfighting in the Dirt
« Last post by wrestlinhose on Yesterday at 11:29:43 PM »
I like this fight. 
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Wrestling / Re: Cynara ChatGPT
« Last post by Martin Beswick on Yesterday at 11:28:12 PM »

The newest version - chat 4o - paid the $20 a month since I anticipate I'll be using it a lot
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Celebrity Fights - General / Re: Martina Hingis vs Caitlin Clark?
« Last post by rm123 on Yesterday at 11:13:22 PM »
Caitlin wins pretty easily. She might have a closer matchup with some bigger tennis girls like Sharapova or Wozniacki.
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