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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Emma vs two black woman (BIG tits)
« Last post by Bear on Today at 12:43:52 AM »
If the format is 1 on 1, then I pick Emma to win both matches.  Would be great to watch. 

If the format is 2 on 1, then I have to pick the 2 to overpower the 1. 
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Wow once in awhile you get two women here that you can actually feel the disdain they have for each other. I definitely feel it with these two. Especially Sinthia. You can tell she loathes Kathi. It doesn't appear Kathi has won a poll yet and she is more then holding her own in this one. Sinthia calling and treating her like a jobber could end up being a humiliating disaster if Kathi beats her ass.
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Catfight Art / Whitechapel Women - Scarlet vs Elara Bareknuckle Fight
« Last post by cssdude on Today at 12:01:59 AM »
In Whitechapel, problems are solved with fists. Ginger Scarlet had Jack and Raven haired Elara wanted him.  they settled their problem with fists. Saturday night in front of a crowd for a bare knuckle fight.  Winner gets Jack.

In the fog-choked backstreets of Whitechapel, disputes are settled with fists. Ginger Scarlet, squares off against raven-haired Elara, both burning for Scarlet's man, Jack. Words turned to threats and now only fists remain to settle the score. This Saturday night, under the guttering gaslight of the ring, they’ll fight bare-knuckled before a howling crowd of rogues, barmaids, and wide-eyed spectators. No gloves, no rounds, no mercy. The prize? Jack himself, claimed by the victor in bruises and triumph. In Whitechapel, love isn’t given—it’s won with split knuckles and unbreakable will.

10 minute Video.  I includes bare knuckle fighting, face punching, belly punching, breast punching, kicks to the body, low blows, a knockout finish.  Don't miss this grudge bare knuckle fight.

https://www.deviantart.com/clawsoutfemalefights/gallery/100448827/bare-knuckles-in-whitechapel-scarlet-vs-elara
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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / Re: Spring Broken
« Last post by bcw8 on Today at 12:01:23 AM »
The clever combatant looks to the effect of combined energy.

We cannot enter into alliances until we are acquainted with the designs of our neighbors.

- Sun Tzu, The Art of War


They all had seen each other during the week.  Beautiful girls always look for other beautiful girls.  At times, they do this because they want to be friends, even if just for show to flaunt their attractiveness, or to achieve some temporary goal.  These alliances are illusory and fleeting, because their nature is to compete. 

Yes, Denise had seen Lissa, seen her with Will - that envy was the impetus for her seduction of him the very next day.  Keisha had marked Molly on day one, and had since then nursed her instant loathing of the sleek-bodied auburn-tressed spitfire; so when Molly moved on Will her temper flared.  And why did Molly first reach for Will’s cock?  Because Denise had bragged to a beach gathering of how she’d had him, how he’d choked her with it down her throat.

Chaos finds order through alliances. 

Keisha left Lissa dazed and limp on the floor.  Her surgically bobbed nose was broken.  Her breasts were streaked with its blood like a Pollack canvas, rising and falling in ragged hitches, her sinus filling until she convulsively coughed and rolled onto her side.   

Keisha’s hands twisted into Molly’s hair. The redhead’s teeth were still embedded in Denise’s flesh as her head was dragged back, and so she dragged the breast with her like a leopard lifting its kill.  Screaming, Denise stabbed her hand under Molly’s jaw, into her throat.  The redhead let go, her teeth bared in a snarl. Keisha released her hair and pulled both of her arms back, arching her spine like a longbow.   

Denise attacked Molly’s body like a cat at a scratching post. Her lacquered nails cut deep into the redhead’s breasts, tearing ragged, livid rows like a plow in soft earth.  Molly struggled mightily, but Keisha had her.  Denise clawed her ribs, her belly, then returned to her tits, raking sideways across them. 

“Cut her fuckin’ nipples!” Keisha grated through clenched teeth.  She knew what Will wanted and the way he had so easily forced her to climax made her wild to please him.  He grinned at her words and she ached to have him. Denise obliged and Molly’s screams were desperate and deafening as the brunette carefully dug the blades of her thumbs into her engorged cherries. Keisha jerked Molly’s arms further, bringing her wrists together. Denise’s hands flexed as she forced her thumbs inward.  A thin trickle of blood oozed from the pits she made in Molly’s titmeat. 

“My turn,” Keisha gasped, but Denise shook her head and crushed sadistically deeper into Molly’s breasts. “She bit my tits!” Denise snarled.  Will stepped to Denise and slid his cock through her hair and across her cheek as she took her revenge on Molly and Keisha burned with fury to see it.  The design of her neighbor.  She released Molly’s wrists and gripped her auburn hair at her scalp and drove her head forward like a wrecking ball into Denise’s face. 

The three white girls lay stretched on the floor as Keisha on her knees took Will’s cock in her mouth.  The berserking crowd chanted, counting his thrusts as he gripped her thick dark hair and fucked her mouth with hard deep strokes that caused her tits to sway and slap together according to his rhythm.  He could have warned her when the other stirred, but no … it was more interesting to see a new alliance form. He pushed Keisha’s head back to pull himself free of teeth and watched her surprised face in the split second before Lissa wrapped a discarded bikini top around her throat and twisted it like a tourniquet. 

Molly, too, her nipples raw and oozing.  She drove her fist into Keisha’s belly with primal fury then ripped aside her bikini bottom and sank her nails into the gleaming pink of her pussy.  Keisha’s face was tilted up as Lissa strangled her, the blonde girl grinning down at her as her dark body shuddered.  Molly’s fingers invaded Keisha; deeper than Will had gone and with knives deployed.  She mercilessly raked the spongy tissue of the black girl’s g-spot, harrowing the hyper-sensitive nerves that lay there. 

Keisha clawed at the garrote cutting into her throat.  She swung wildly, blindly, at both white girls but they evaded the blows.  Molly had four fingers in her and a thumbnail in her clit.  Lissa pulled her head back further and held her noose with one hand and began to punch her breasts with the other, heavy, downward blows with knuckles twisting into the soft tissue of her teacup saucer nipples.  Keisha’s body was strong and lithe but they were breaking her.  Molly was savaging her vagina and now lifted her free hand into the underside of one dark breast, crushing it.  Lissa bent her face down as if to kiss Keisha and bit her instead, her full lips, her regal cheekbone. 

And now Denise rose to her feet. 

“Pick her up.  Hold her arms.” She snarled the words through bloody lips.  Molly and Lissa did, but not from obedience.  The effect of combined energy.

Keisha dragged gulps of oxygen into her starved lungs.  Denise didn’t let it stay.  Her fist sank deep into Keisha’s belly.  The black girl sagged but Molly and Lissa bore her weight.  Denise hit her again, and again, careful, measured, heavy blows into her stomach.  Bloody drool dripped from Keisha’s lips.  She moaned like a dying animal.  Her head hung forward, the bikini top still around her throat, as Denise destroyed her abs, turning the muscle into jelly, spearing her ovaries with punch after punch. 

“He won’t touch you again, bitch,” Denise whispered to her pain-slack face.  “And I’ll wipe your stink off his fingers and his cock.”  Molly and Lissa held Keisha’s arms in crucifixion pose for Denise’s final, cruelest gutting, then simply let her fall.  Last in, first out.  No longer empowered by unspoken racial identity, the three white girls were momentarily frozen, eyes shifting, minds working. 

What alliance can be forged in mutual hate? The strong against the stronger, of course.

Molly and Lissa turned on Denise, who nodded and smirked as they separated and began to circle her.   The crowd subsided momentarily as Keisha’s friends dragged her unconscious body from the field.

“She humiliated you, Lissa.  She saw me with you and she took me.  Then she showed everyone here that you’re weaker than her.”  Will’s voice was low and mocking.   “Your tits, Molly, your beautiful tits.  She carved your cherry nipples like you are nothing.”  He goaded them, the steady drip of his words like oil spattering into a glowing hot skillet.  He fed them fuel for their fury.

From behind, Lissa kicked Denise in the back of her leg, in her hamstring.  Denise staggered but didn’t fall.  Molly darted forward with a fist that ripped through her breast from inside curve to outside, twisting her at her waist.  Lissa dove a knee into her spine.  Denise cried out and fell to her knees and her two enemies swarmed her, both of them viciously hitting her, her face and breasts and back and belly.  When Denise slumped to the floor, Lissa left Molly to strip her bikini bottom off as she retrieved the ironing board and set it back on its sturdy legs. 

Together they lifted Denise onto it, like a body onto a gurney.  Her legs and arms dangled off the sides, her pussy flagrantly displayed, her bruised and bitten tits slumped outward.  Her head hung off the end, her thick brown hair like a curtain halfway to the floor.  Her enemies paused, breathing hard, and gazed at her, the tableau of suffering they had created. She stirred, and moaned, and again they fell on her like raptors plunging from the sky, like vampires awakening to feed, like goddesses claiming the sacrifice laid on the altar.   Her body shuddered and jerked as they did their worst, as they hit and clawed and bit until she went limp.

When at last the board collapsed and spilled Denise’s unconscious form at Will’s feet, Molly and Lissa lifted mad eyes to each other.  Their mouths were red with blood.  Their hands ached and flexed. 

Spring break is not the real world; it is a bubble of fantasy, a temporary reprieve from the real world.  A time to do things that you never imagined possible. 

“Well?” Will asked them.  “What are you waiting for?”  He spread his hands and clapped them together as they obeyed him and flung themselves together, a brutal collision of their young bodies as primitive as the sun and sand and sea. 
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couldn't agree with you more. I love all of the DWW ladies !!!
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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: best location for catfight
« Last post by Horny-Jew on Yesterday at 10:01:14 PM »
My favorite would probably be wherever each woman is dressed in office clothing or a nice blouse (no bra) and skirt/shorts and/or a dress, so it probably would be (in no specific order)

office setting (maybe conference room or auditorirum with some floor space)
nightclub
near bleachers of outdoor high school/college game (moms coming from the office)
wedding or formal reception (drink servers fight each other and/or guests fight each other)
lawn area at a large outdoor concert
outdoor school graduation (moms fight)
church outdoors after service
private school grounds with the girls wearing school uniforms
customers at a retail store
school proms
college sororities
nurses
bank tellers
airline flight attendants
etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc



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Catfighting / Re: Mystery Machine Mayhem at Hogwarts
« Last post by CuriousCombat on Yesterday at 09:31:17 PM »
Well, that was a hot read. I didn't expect this matchup in my wildest dreams. Good pairings.
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Celebrity Fights- Stories / Re: Emily Bett Rickards vs Erin Richards
« Last post by Slowakei222 on Yesterday at 08:59:58 PM »
Wow they Are hot

Height Weight ?
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Catfighting / Re: Back at the boys' place
« Last post by Dendex on Yesterday at 08:33:29 PM »
You've done it again! In a very short time, you've written a short, snappy, yet wild and hateful story about two dueling cats.

In this paragraph, one can really feel the hatred and rage they feel towards each other, and one can imagine that you've had similar experiences yourself, or at least given serious thought to what such a battle in the living room might look like:

#„Blogs rained down—not fists anymore, but open-handed slaps, punches to ribs, to breasts, to stomachs. They scrambled for leverage, pulling hair in great clumps, scratching at faces, eyes, any piece of vulnerable skin.

“I’LL KILL YOU, YOU BLONDE cxnt!”
“UGLY, RAT-HAIRED SLAG! YOU’RE NOTHING!”

The insults were as brutal as the violence, guttural and hateful. They kneed and bit and gouged. A lamp was knocked over and shattered. They rolled through the spilled beer and broken glass, neither noticing the new cuts.“ #

It smells like a wild, hair-pulling sequel  ;D
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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: best location for catfight
« Last post by Love Fem Wrestling on Yesterday at 08:28:45 PM »
1. My favorite is in a ring. Probably because most of the female wrestling I saw as a kid was pro wrestling in a ring. Ladies matches were definitely rare, but when a ladies match was on, I loved seeing the mostly ordinary women take off their robes or ring jackets and wrestling in their ordinary one-piece swimsuits. A lot of my profile pics represent what made me a huge fem fight fan.

2. A living room is my second favorite. It’s from old apartment wrestling spreads that were featured in Sports Review Wrestling magazines. It fueled my interest in seeing women catfight in a home-type setting.

3. Mud- very similar reason I like to see women wrestle in a ring. I loved seeing women strip out of their robes or costumes that were common in mudwrestling in the late 70’s, early 80’s. They always stripped down to skimpy bikinis or sexy underwear before stepping into the mud pit. There was also a lot of real, highly competitive matches where the women would really go all out sometimes turning into mud catfighting before the two women had to be physically separated.. There was a mudwrestling tournament on cable when I was a kid that I would always sneak and watch, usually in the wee hours of the morning. All of the women looked like models and I loved it.

4. Outdoors or indoors, it doesn’t really matter to me. There are some matches on Italian Female Wrestling (IFW) and DWW that were held on mats outdoors that were incredible. However, those same matches outdoors would’ve been just as good inside.

5.) Never saw a sexy catfight at a nightclub. Only saw a few, but none of them were “hot.” Usually, it was unattractive, belligerent, obnoxious, drunk women who would swing and pull hair until it was quickly stopped by security or other bystanders who wanted to just have a good time. More of an annoying vibe. Often led to men fighting too. I wasn’t ever fond of real fights and that’s pretty much all that happened at a nightclub. If it occurred at a nightclub, it needed to be a catfight between two female oil wrestlers or foxy boxers to get my attention. I did see that a time or two. Yes, that was typically at a strip club. I loved getting a lapdance from some of the dancers/wrestlers that were going to oil wrestle. Loved talking to them about it.
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