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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: lexibabe nyteshade {a reckoning}
« Last post by nyteshade on Yesterday at 11:05:49 PM »
I smirk as i sink my claws into her ample tits….. take that you slut i growl. She drops to the side of me as her wild attempt at a slap fails.
I smirk again as it misses, but then with quick hand movements she sinks her claws into mine.
We both shudder on the floor as we both begin to twist both howling in pain.

I pull one hand away and ball a fist. With a bit of power i bring a punch up under her chin. It smashes into her jaw with. A crack. It snaps her head back violently ….
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Poll Challenges! / Re: Attempt No. 2
« Last post by Sinthia B on Yesterday at 11:00:51 PM »
Jobber Kathi ran away.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: lexibabe nyteshade {a reckoning}
« Last post by nyteshade on Yesterday at 10:59:27 PM »
Lexi, get that bitch, rip her hair out, beat the crap out of that bitch.
shut up little girl and go play with your barbies
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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / There are no rules
« Last post by Janine_G on Yesterday at 10:29:13 PM »
The two women were brawling in the hot afternoon sun.  They were covered in dust, their clothes in tatters.  One was clearly winning, and the crowd of onlookers knew it.  The dark haired, dark skinned man leaned over to the cartel man standing next to him.  He took a drag on his cigarette and then he asked, "how does this work..."

"Ahh, primero tiempo, si?"

<first time, huh?>

The dark man nodded. 

"The cartel owns this town, and this region.  This is for entertainment.  The cartel always makes money, too, but the townspeople love this shit. It is getting a bit predictable though, so the money on the bets isn't as good.

"Predictable?" The dark man asked.

"Si, senor, the long haired bitch is Carlita.  She hasn't lost a fight ever, and she's been fighting over a year.  It happens every few years, some bitch is so tough, that she is simply retired as a campeon..."

"I see."  as he said that, Carlita wrapped her arms around her foe, hoisted her off the ground and slammed the other woman to the hard dirt.  The woman groaned as the crowd roared.  The other woman rolled to her hands and knees but as she started to crawl away, Carlita stomped and kicked her until she collapsed on her big chest and began to plead, "No mas, Carlita, no mas, tu ganaste..."  <no more, you won...>

And the young woman, almost naked, with massive tits, raised her arms in victory as the crowd cheered and the cartel boss nodded and smiled. 

"I have a bitch who can beat that bitch...." the dark man whipsered to cartel man next to him.  He stubbed out his cigarette and gave them man a card with a cell phone number written on it.  "Have your boss call me if he's interested..."

It only took 48 hrs for the dark man's cell phone to ring.  He looked at the woman laying in his bed as he spoke on the phone and set up the fight.  It would take some time for Carlita to recover from her last bout, but he should bring the woman, and some money to bet on her.

And so he did.
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Catfight Web Sites & Sources / Re: new catfight from IFW
« Last post by adzee on Yesterday at 09:50:01 PM »
Thanks for the update from IFM they have done some great fights over the years.
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Live Action Clips / Fight Club
« Last post by Corvus on Yesterday at 09:18:31 PM »
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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Battle of attrition
« Last post by TheRef on Yesterday at 09:05:55 PM »
Closely matched in size, strength and determination so that neither can dominate.

The winner is determined by stamina. Both physical and mental.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: lexibabe nyteshade {a reckoning}
« Last post by Katrina on Yesterday at 07:43:30 PM »
Lexi, get that bitch, rip her hair out, beat the crap out of that bitch.
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You have me pinned, flattened and stretched out under you, your stronger body completely covering mine, pressing down keeping me trapped and immobile. The more I try to squirm, the more you press down. My struggles are getting weaker, your weight resting and pushing down firmly on me is making it hard to breathe. I can’t breathe and I can’t move… unless you move me.

You hook your legs around mine and spread my legs out, grapevining them as far as they can go and then pushing even more… We both know you’re in total control and can do whatever you want. By continuing to stretch my legs out testing my level of pain, making me whimper over and over, you’re also letting our host and his guests see clearly that you’re playing with me and can do anything you want to me and I can’t do anything to stop you.

Your forearm stays pressed against my throat and you shift just enough to allow me to move one arm to grab desperately at your forearm. It’s a reflex act of me trying to defend myself but it also works perfectly into your strategy. I leave myself open and vulnerable for a brutal vicious attack of elbow strikes… my ribs, my shoulder, the side of my breast, nothing is safe.

My gasping cries with each strike drown out the impressed awed murmurs of the guests. I open my eyes and see your face inches away, your eyes looking right at mine and you say in a cold soft voice “This is what happens when there’s nowhere left to run.”

A trembling shiver of fear and panic runs through my body and then I stop squirming, stop moving. You feel it. You know. You move slow and methodical knowing I can’t and won’t do anything, easing up and sitting firm and heavy on my heaving tummy. Then take your time sliding forward on my breasts and even higher up, forcing my sweat soaked bikini top up with you… resting on my neck with your strong thick thighs pressed tight against my head, squeezing forcing my head straight up.

You pin down my limp arms and sit there pressing down. Your pussy pushed into my chin, my face beet red from the pressure and humiliation. My legs slide weakly on the cold floor.

“Tell me to stop… beg me to stop.” I won’t say those words… With the last tiny bit of strength I have left in my broken body I bring my legs up at you hoping for them to miraculously wrap around you and rescue me… but you lean forward even more and reach a hand back to easily swat my legs away and they flop back down on the floor.

To punish me for my pathetic stubborn resistance, you squeeze your thighs even more and bump up and down on my neck while you grab my hair and begin to yank savagely.

“Okay … god stop … Aghhhhh! I give, I give! Stop please … Agggghhhh! I’m begging! I’m begging! Stop!!”
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