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Hey everyone!
I’m really into messy wrestling (oil, mud, chocolate, slime, food, etc.) and I love hearing real experiences from women who actually do/done it. If you’ve ever wrestled in anything slippery or messy — competitively, playfully, or for fun — I’d love to hear:  What substance was it? 
How did it feel? 
Who won (did it even matter)? 
Any funny, embarrassing, or awesome moments?

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Who's the sexiest and who would won
« Last post by Slowakei222 on Today at 06:10:42 AM »
Casey is hot
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Catfight Art / Re: AI Images - Women's Wrestling
« Last post by ccunain on Today at 05:53:21 AM »
Two big heavyweight women from South Asia are in a wrestling match at lonely seashore.
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The Michelle vs Andi “fight” was a work. 

I'm surprised by how many think this was a real fight.  I guess that's a credit to the women for selling it so well.

Had it been a real CF fight it would have been epic.  The only thing better would have been Michelle vs Mindy or Michelle vs Mary..
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Catfighting / Therapy Session (Part 8)
« Last post by AIWriter on Today at 03:43:20 AM »
Elise didn’t move yet. She let the silence draw long enough that it seemed to have its own pulse. Then, quietly, she asked, “Why does not knowing scare you, Morgan?”
Morgan hesitated. “Because it means I’m not in control. I’ve built my life around clarity, around understanding the motives of others. But this—this is different. It’s not theory. It’s me.” She looked down at her hands, unclasping them. “If I knew which woman I was, maybe I could make peace with it. But I don’t. I’m both. I want to resist, and I want to surrender.”

Elise listened intently. “That’s a rare kind of honesty,” she said. “And maybe that’s what’s always drawn you to these moments. They refuse simple categories.”
Alan spoke up then, voice quiet but sure. “I think I see which one you are.”

Morgan’s head lifted slightly, eyes sharp with surprise. “You do?”

He nodded. “You’re the one holding on. You want to understand everything—even the struggle itself. But part of you knows that the only way to really feel it is to stop thinking and just be in it.”

The words landed gently but undeniably.

Morgan’s lips parted as though to respond, but no sound came out.

Elise’s gaze lingered on her colleague, the corner of her mouth curving faintly—not amusement, not approval, something deeper.
“I think,” Elise said, “Alan may be right. But the beauty of this is, you don’t have to decide yet. Sometimes not knowing is where the truth hides.”
The air between them felt changed again—not heavier, not lighter, simply awake.

Elise sensed the shift first. Her gaze slid to Morgan with a precision that wasn’t hostile, but wasn’t soft either—something sharper, something assessing. “You hesitated,” she said quietly. “Not when Alan spoke, but when you did. That’s interesting.”

Morgan blinked, her posture straightening just slightly. “What do you mean, hesitated?”

Elise folded her hands neatly on the table. “You said you’re both women in that moment—the one resisting and the one holding on. But your body answered differently.”
Morgan stiffened a fraction, then forced herself to stay still. “How so?”

“You leaned forward,” Elise said. “Barely. Not toward Alan. Toward me.” Her tone was even, but the implication carried heat beneath it. “As though you were bracing. Or preparing. Or… answering a challenge.”

Morgan’s breath caught, subtle but real. “Elise, that’s not—”
“Not conscious,” Elise interrupted, raising a hand lightly. “I’m not accusing you of intent. I’m pointing out instinct.”

Alan stayed quiet, watching the two women with a strange mixture of awe and tension. There was no hostility in the room—none—but there was something coiled now, something neither academic nor personal. Something like two forces beginning to recognize each other.

Morgan’s voice lowered. “You think I was responding to you?”
“I think,” Elise said, leaning in just slightly, “that a part of you knows exactly what you’re drawn toward. You just haven’t said it aloud.”

Morgan’s fingers curled slowly around the edge of her notebook—not in fear, not even in defensiveness, but in concentration. A steady, simmering focus.
“And what makes you so certain?” she asked.

Elise’s eyes didn’t waver. “Because I felt you watching me when Alan described that moment. Not just listening—watching. As if you were deciding whether you would resist me… or try to overpower me.”

A flush rose in Morgan’s throat, not embarrassment but something closer to heat.
“That’s not how I meant—”
“Maybe not consciously,” Elise said softly. “But your body heard the question before your mind did.”

For a moment, neither woman looked away. The room tightened around the stillness.

Then Alan exhaled, barely audible. “This is what I meant,” he said quietly. “The pull between you two. It’s not something I imagined.”
Neither woman contradicted him.

Elise finally broke the gaze, only to angle her head slightly, studying Morgan like someone examining the first lines of a map.
“Tell me, Morgan,” she said—measured, clinical, yet carrying a faint undercurrent of challenge—“when you picture yourself in that struggle… do you imagine you’d be the one pushing the other woman down?”

A beat.

“Or the one being pushed?”

Morgan didn’t answer.

But her silence had weight.

And Elise, watching closely, recognized it.

Alan felt the tension in the room concentrate into a single, vibrating point. And as the silence held, his mind—almost against his will—drifted into comparison.
He saw them suddenly not as doctors, but as women. Real, physical women.

 Morgan—slightly taller than Elise, maybe by an inch. A little leaner through the shoulders, with longer lines and a quiet athleticism she probably never thought of as athletic at all. There was a steadiness in her posture, a subtle tension in the way she held herself, as if beneath the professionalism lived a woman who could dig in when challenged. Mid forties, he guessed, but carrying herself with poised, almost honed control—like someone who stayed in shape without calling it exercise, someone whose strength was understated but unmistakably there.

Elise—similar in build, but subtly different. Broader through the hips, with a strength that was less about tone and more about solidity. Her stance was compact, centered, the kind of posture that suggested she could absorb force without yielding an inch. There was a groundedness to her, a quiet physical confidence that didn’t need to announce itself. Even the way she held her shoulders—relaxed but ready—hinted at a woman who, if pushed, would push right back. And her gaze… it didn’t just carry weight. It held a steadiness that felt like pressure, as though she could size up an opponent with a single look and already know where the balance of strength lay.

He imagined them standing.

Facing each other.

Close.

Their bodies not identical—but balanced. Matched in a way that made his pulse thrum.

Morgan, taller, with the reach advantage. Elise, steadier, lower to the ground, the kind of woman who wouldn’t be easy to move once she’d planted her feet.
He realized, with a jolt of heat, that the idea of them physically testing each other was no longer just a fantasy—it was something that felt possible. Something the tension in the room itself seemed to lean toward.

His breath tightened in his chest.

Neither woman seemed aware of how intensely he was imagining them… or maybe they did, and simply weren’t acknowledging it yet.

Either way, the air thickened.

He had never been this close to watching two strong, intelligent women stand on the edge of something unspoken—but undeniably physical.

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The Michelle vs Andi “fight” was a work. 

I'm surprised by how many think this was a real fight.  I guess that's a credit to the women for selling it so well.
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Photo Shoot Turns into a Catfight
« Last post by jozzan22 on Today at 02:55:18 AM »
They are both skinny models with lots of ambition to be on the cover, but there is place for just one.

Who wins?
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Jasmine_S und Rudispatz klären ihre Probleme
« Last post by Rock on Today at 02:19:12 AM »
I’ll take jasmine in this fight. She looks tougher to me.
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Was it as good as the Michelle vs Andi?

Better.  Crystal Films had a website in the early aughts.  It was voted the 3rd most brutal Crystal Films fight ever.  From her mugshot (publicly available) Michelle is 5’4”, which means Elizabeth was about 5’9”. 

IMO Elizabeth was one of the prettiest fighters that fought for Crystal.  Yet despite the size disparity Michelle effortlessly overwhelms her.  Elizabeth never fought back.  But was reluctant to give up.

They were supposed to fight best 2 out of 3.  But when Michelle is about to get Elizabeth to give up (via ground and pound) women in the audience ask Michelle to get off her and let her catch her breath. 

Michelle obliges just to keep beating on her.  As Elizabeth gets up, one of the women in the audience yells “YOU CAN KEEP GOING”.  So it was really a 3 “round” fight.  Not 2 as was the common CF format back then. 

Add to that the element that Elizabeth was dating Michelle’s ex-husband, and you realize this was a grudge fight between 2 women that hated each other.  Elizabeth winds up witha badly bruised face, 2 black eyes (one on it’s way to swelling shut) and probably a broken jaw. 

The Michelle vs Andi “fight” was a work.  Not once did they punch each other’s faces.  Elizabeth’s face was a mess.
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Sorry Im late for the party, well I guess its not going to be a party for that cxnt Laura, I get the phone call from that bitch Marlu saying that the title fight is finally on, for a minute there I that that coward Laura was afraid to face me, but I guess she decided to stick her pathetic tits out and actually put that title on the line against me!! So when I show up at Marlus large open floor plan apartment, it doesnt surprise me to see all of the guests that are already there, I wink and smile at Pat, and glare at Marlu, then I quickly slip my robe off showing of my skimpy thong bikini "this is a true apartment catfight, bikinis only bitch, that is until I rip yours off and choke the fuck out of you with it!!" as I throw my robe into your face, and glare at Laura waiting for the announcement for us to fight!! I limber up and stretch out, my strong tan thighs and toned arms tensing up as my full breasts bounce around in my black bikini, my hair hanging slightly curled and loose!! Yt
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