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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Lauren vs Nicolette NHB fight

« Last post by marlu Queen on Today at 09:30:09 AM »

My vote for Nicolette

Glares at Marlu, clearly Lauren is the better woman than that skank Nicolette

Fuck you bitchhh...

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Cheryl Manteo and Ivanna (Holly) Garner Back alley street fight

« Last post by marlu Queen on Today at 09:24:15 AM »

No brainer, Holly will destroy that bitch Cheryl. And if there's anything left of that slut. Ill finish the bitch off for good.

I'm at Rowdy's bar when the fight starts, I quickly run out to the back alley... Go hard Cheryl, hit that bitch...! pushing Tiffany aside

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Family Fights / Re: MY MOM vs. MY GIRLFRIEND'S MOM

« Last post by The Hunter on Today at 07:36:37 AM »

Yes, that was a fun read. 

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Celebrity Fights - General / Wonder Woman : Enter the Cheetah

« Last post by Freefall on Today at 05:25:49 AM »

Featuring Raquel Welch
Let me know what you think!

https://www.deviantart.com/free---fall/art/1283379245?action=published

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Family Fights / Re: MY MOM vs. MY GIRLFRIEND'S MOM

« Last post by fight fan steve on Today at 04:36:00 AM »

Amazing! I can’t wait to read more!

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Live Action Clips / Re: Sexy fight!!

« Last post by Horny-Jew on Today at 04:35:12 AM »

Thank you so much for posting. I saw it a while ago. Very sexy for sure. In the longer version that I saw, the two women hug and walk embracing each other at the very end.

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Family Fights / MY MOM vs. MY GIRLFRIEND'S MOM

« Last post by AllAboutTheStories on Today at 03:12:56 AM »

                MY MOM vs. MY GIRLFRIEND’S MOM


This is a tale of two moms. It happened some time ago. My mom was a housewife. She was quite pale with very dark, auburn hair that fell below her shoulders. It was important to her that she looked her best at all times, not a hair out of place. She wore a lot of makeup and used a ton of hairspray. My mom considered herself to be the perfect homemaker. Although very sweet, she could be jealous and possessive. That became a problem when I started seeing a girl. My mom didn’t like her because she stole some of my attention away from her. Although we were both adults by then, we were relatively young. My girlfriend still lived with her mom in their farmhouse a few miles outside of town. I was living in a duplex just down the street from my parents’ house. Mom insisted I spend as much time with her as possible.
I eventually met my girlfriend’s mom, who had been divorced for a few years. My girlfriend’s mom was very different than my mom. She was a working, career woman. She had a light tan, blue eyes, and sand-colored blond hair that came down to just above her shoulders. She wore bangs. Unlike my always-made-up mom, my girlfriend’s mom was very casual, often wearing shorts and going barefoot. As I began to spend more time with her, I couldn’t help noticing that she was attractive. Once she caught me looking at her legs. I thought I was dead! Instead of being offended, she raised one eyebrow, and a closed-lipped smile spread slowly across her face. Far from resenting my attention, she began actively encouraging it! I suppose the idea that a young man roughly half her age found her attractive was a major ego boost to a woman whose man had walked out on her. She definitely liked and wanted my admiration of her.
Our moms were fairly close in size, and my girlfriend’s mom was only slightly younger. Even so, they were as different as night and day.
Aware that I was spending a lot of time at my girlfriend’s farmhouse, one day my mom asked me about my girlfriend’s mom, so I described her. My mom




saw that I was very impressed with my girlfriend’s mom, and she definitely did NOT like my admiration of another mom!
   The next time I was at their country home, my girlfriend was talking about spending time at a local lake. She asked me, “Can you swim?” Sheepishly, I admitted, “I can, but not very well.” Her mom broke in, bragging that her daughter could swim before she could walk. I asked her, “Can you swim?” Her eyebrows rose, appearing to feel challenged. “Yes. I’m a strong swimmer.” I said, “Well, that explains it. My mom can’t swim a stroke. My mom can’t swim, so I can’t swim very well. You’re a good swimmer, so your daughter is, too.” I could tell that my girlfriend’s mom took some satisfaction from knowing she could beat my mom, at least in one way.
   About a week later I told Mom that I was thinking about taking my girlfriend to the lake. She didn’t like the idea, saying, “You’d be responsible for her.” I smirked. “She’s an adult.” Mom said, “Even so, if anything happened, you’re not a strong swimmer.” I didn’t give up. “Maybe she could come with us the next time we’re at the lake. She has barely met my family. It would be good for you to get to know her.” My mom dismissed the idea. “I can’t look after her.” I said, “Well, maybe her mom could come too. She’s a really good swimmer.” In a cold, contemptuous voice, my mom said, “Oh, IS she?” I knew my mom hated the fact that my girlfriend’s mom could do something she couldn’t do.
   My girlfriend was very close to her mom. I knew my chances with my girlfriend depending on getting her mom to like me, so I flattered her. One Saturday, I spent the afternoon out with them. It was kind of late when we got back to their place, so my girlfriend’s mom insisted on making me something to eat before I drove back to my duplex. As I ate, I said, “I really hope you didn’t go to any trouble for me.” She shrugged and said, “It’s only leftovers.” I said, “It’s better than anything my mom ever makes. You’re a good cook. I don’t know how you do it. You’re amazing. My mom’s a housewife. She has all day to cook and clean house. You cook and clean house too, but you have a career. You work all day, but you still do everything my mom does, better than she does it!” I told my girlfriend, “I hope you realize what a great role model your mom is.”



   
At that moment, I noticed something. My girlfriend’s mom liked the flattery, but she loved me saying that she was superior to my mom in a few ways. I had only been trying to get on my girlfriend’s mom’s good side. Everything I said was true, but looking back, I probably could have flattered her without setting her up against my mom. The thing was, she seemed to like the idea!
   As time passed, my girlfriend’s mom started trying to maneuver me into telling her other ways she was better than my mom. I couldn’t think of many. I was sure my mom was the better woman and the better mom, but I had to admit to myself that it was very close. Meanwhile, my mom started trying to get me to tell her all the ways she had my girlfriend’s mom beat. Each mom seemed to want me to declare her the better mom . . . and the better woman. Their rivalry rapidly increased.
   The moms finally came face-to-face one weekend when my family was going to take my girlfriend out for the day. We arrived at her farmhouse and found her mom dressed casually in a T-shirt without shoulders, short shorts, and tennis shoes. My dad was clearly impressed. My mom didn’t like it, but I think my girlfriend’s mom did! However, she could see the condescending, judgmental look on my mom’s face. She asked Mom, “Don’t YOU ever wear shorts?” Mom’s lips drew tight. “Yes, but when a real lady is expecting company, I think she should dress and act her age.” That was a slap in the face, but my girlfriend’s mom shot back. “Well, I guess some women have the legs for shorts and some don’t.” My dad struggled to suppress a grin! My mom was NOT amused. We took my girlfriend and left.
   That night, I asked my mom what she thought about my girlfriend’s mom. She said, “After the way you talked about her, I thought she would really be something. She definitely WASN’T . . .” she paused on that before adding, “what I expected.” Ouch! The next time I saw my girlfriend’s mom, she said, “Your mother certainly is pale, isn’t she?” I shrugged. “She’s a housewife. She stays inside all day.” She said, “It shows.” Wow! Both moms could be catty, and their claws were definitely out for each other!




   
Then came the night when my mom had a little party for my birthday. My dad had to work late, so he wasn’t there. Naturally, I invited my girlfriend, who invited her mom. She seemed a little disappointed that my dad wasn’t there. My girlfriend’s mom wore small, red shorts and a white blouse. As always, my mom was very made up, wearing a lot of makeup and hairspray, not a hair out of place. Maybe still smarting over the other mom’s comments about having better legs, my mom wore dark blue shorts and a matching dark blue blouse. Although the two moms clearly didn’t like each other, they tried to be polite, for my sake.
   When the party was almost over, my girlfriend and I both reached for the last soft drink. She playfully teased, “I’ll arm wrestle you for it!” I let her win, and everyone there knew it. My girlfriend got a mischievous look in her eye and said, “I want to know who’ll win if our MOMS arm wrestle!” I think her mom, who reveled in my adoration, saw a chance to impress me. She knelt on one side of our low coffee table, put her elbow on it, and held up her hand, challenging my mom! My mom wouldn’t back down! She knelt on the opposite side. They pressed palms, gripping each other’s hand and staring into each other’s eyes. Gleefully, my girlfriend shouted, “Go!”
   They jerked their arms, but neither caught the other off guard. Their faces drew tight as they strained. Eye-to-eye, neither wanted to lose. For almost a full minute, they strained. Very slowly, my mom forced my girlfriend’s mom’s arm down, down, until she forced my girlfriend’s mom down on the table! My mom beat my girlfriend’s mom! Mom gloated, and I could tell my girlfriend’s mom hated it. She wanted a rematch with her other arm, but Mom made up an excuse about having sprained her other wrist, which I knew wasn’t true.
   My girlfriend didn’t like seeing her mom lose, so she said, “Okay, then how about foot wrestling? Don’t try to tell us you sprained both your ankles, too.”
They had my mom backed into a corner with no way out. My girlfriend had her mom sit in a chair on one side of the low coffee table and told my mom to sit on the sofa on the other side. Then she had both moms take off their shoes and put one foot up on the table between them. Their bare feet were straight up, heels on the table, toes up, sole facing sole. My girlfriend said, “Whoever pins the other woman’s foot under her own foot wins. Ready? 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . GO!”



   Instantly, they slammed the bottom of their bare feet together! Again! Again! Their feet were like sumo wrestlers in a circle! They then pressed their soles flat together and strained. Each woman was determined to beat the other. Very slowly, my girlfriend’s mom’s foot forced my mom’s foot down! She pinned my mom’s pale foot upside down! The top of my mom’s foot was pinned down on the table; the bottom of my mom’s foot was up. My girlfriend’s mom’s foot pressed down on my mom’s foot sole on sole, pinning my mom’s foot down beneath her own. My girlfriend counted slowly, to emphasize how completely her mom had dominated my mom. “O-O-N-N-E! T-W-O-O-O! T-H-R-E-E-E-E-E-E!”
   My girlfriend’s mom beat my mom!
   As Mom fumed as my girlfriend’s mom looked at me with a satisfied smile. I said, “I guess it’s a tie.” My girlfriend said, “I know how they can break it! They can wrestle on the carpet!” I think my girlfriend’s mom wanted me to see her prove superior to my mom. She walked to the middle of the living room and stood with her hands on the sides of her hips, twisting back and forth slightly, challenging my mom to wrestle her! My mom wasn’t about to back down from a woman she despised! She said, “Oh, you really want to do this? Fine!” She stood in front of her rival. My heart pounded, as our moms prepared to wrestle!
   My girlfriend’s mom threw up her palm in my mom’s face. “Wait. I don’t want to get my blouse torn.” She unbuttoned her top, looking like a fighter removing a robe. My mom was very pale with dark auburn hair. She stood 5’3”, weighed about 125 lbs., wearing her dark blue, short sleeved bouse and matching navy-blue shorts. My girlfriend’s mom had a modest tan and shorter, shoulder-length, sandy blond hair with bangs parted on the right side. She also stood 5’3” and I’d guess she weighed about 115 lbs. She wore her small red shorts and now only a red bra, partially revealing breasts noticeably larger than my mom’s. Both moms were still barefoot.
   They stood in a face off. After a few seconds, my girlfriend’s mom pushed my mom’s shoulder back. My mom returned it. Without warning, our mom’s suddenly began pushing and grabbing wildly! It was on! My girlfriend cheered her mom on. My heart raced, as I watched to see which mom would win!




   They continued mad pushing and shoving. My mom had my girlfriend’s mom back on her heels, almost falling. Then she grabbed my mom’s blue blouse! My mom shrieked, as she used it to pull my mom wildly side to side! My girlfriend’s mom tore the blue blouse to shreds and completely off, leaving my pale mom in only her modest, white bra and shorts. She taunted that my mom didn’t measure up to her. Then she ran her fingers madly through my mom’s dark-auburn hair, leaving my mom’s always perfectly styled hair a tangled, disheveled mess! My mom stamped her feet, shouting “Oh!” in embarrassed outrage. My girlfriend laughed.
    My mom lunged, shoving the blond mom down over the coffee table! My mom seized one of my girlfriend’s mom’s flailing feet and used it to pull her out onto the middle of the living room floor. As my girlfriend’s mom scrambled to get up, my mom grabbed for her, but my girlfriend’s mom slung her arm around my mom’s head, putting her into something resembling a side headlock! I could see my mom’s forehead turning red from pressure, as the blond mom’s arms squeezed tight around her head.! But my mom knew her own house like the back of her hand. Without even having to look, my mom kicked her foot back onto the coffee table behind her and kicked off, sending her flying forward into my girlfriend’s mom, breaking the hold and sending them both toppling to the floor. They rolled on the carpet, one on top and then the other, an octopus of entangled arms and legs! They slowly rose to their feet, their hands clasped together up over their heads. My girlfriend’s mom lifted one foot and slammed the top of her thigh up into my Mom’s belly, stunning her! Then she put her hands on my mom’s shoulders and shook her madly! My mom was shaken up! Hands still on my mom’s shoulders, my girlfriend’s mom spun my mom around and around in circles! She had my mom dizzy! My mom was wobbly, her ankles turning under. She was on spaghetti legs! My mom was in trouble!
   Losing, my mom actually took a closed-fisted swing at my girlfriend’s mom’s chin! She leapt back and avoided it, but she was totally unfamiliar with her surroundings. She caught her foot on a table leg, tripped, and fell hard to her back! My mom seized her advantage! My mom pressed her bare foot on the blond
mom’s bare belly and leaned in, putting all her strength and her weight into



shoving her foot into my girlfriend’s mom’s waist! My girlfriend’s mom’s feet pounded on the carpet! My mom sat on her, seized her wrists, and slammed them down to the carpet above the blond mom’s head. My girlfriend’s mom strained until her face turned red, but my mom had her firmly pinned. For the next couple of minutes, my girlfriend’s mom lie flat on her back with my mom on top of her, dominating her. The blond mom kicked desperately, but my mom had her!
   Finally, in a dejected tone, my girlfriend said, “Give it up, Mom. She beat you.” Her mom looked up at me, furious but also humiliated. Then she looked up at my gloating mom and said, “Okay. You win . . . this time.” My mom got up and gloated over my girlfriend’s mom. After a few seconds, she got up, clearly embarrassed. She snatched up her blouse and her shoes, grabbed her daughter by the wrist, and stormed out the door. My mom had beaten my girlfriend’s mom!
   I was proud of my mom, but I was a little disappointed in my girlfriend’s mom. She hadn’t lived up to my image of her. Still, I knew my girlfriend’s mom had been doing well until, unfamiliar with her surroundings, she tripped on that table leg. My mom had a tremendous home field advantage. My girlfriend’s mom’s last statement saying that my mom had won THIS time told me . . . IT WASN’T OVER! I thought I had witnessed the most amazing thing I would ever see, but I was wrong. The most incredible events were still to come!
                          TO BE CONTINUED SOON!!!

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Celebrity Fights - General / Re: Britney Spears defeated

« Last post by Dr Hansen on Today at 01:59:04 AM »

Jamie Lynn Spears easily defeats Britney Spears

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Cheryl Manteo and Ivanna (Holly) Garner Back alley street fight

« Last post by Ivanna (Holly) Garner on Today at 01:46:42 AM »

"Aaauuugghh you fucking whore, oh I can slam just as harder or harder against the dumpster you piece of trash!!"

My back slams hard against the metal dumpster as my hair and head are on fire as my back bends slightly over the dumpster as I feel your heavy fat cow tits mash into my firm heavy hangers, I lift my right leg up and slam my right foot against the side of the dumpster making an echoing "CLANGING!" sound when I drive off of the dumpster driving my body hard into your body pushing, mashing and driving you backwards hard slamming your back hard against the dumpster behind you with aloud "CLANGING!" sounds as I make sure my heavy MM hangers smash, grind and mushroom out your fat cow tits!

"Im going to enjoy fucking breaking you BITCH!!"  YT

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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Porn stars who catfight

« Last post by davids on Today at 01:27:48 AM »

Actually Akira and Emily have each been in dozens of staged catfights for numerous studios, including many for DT.