A short time ago. These 2 ladies faced off in the poll.
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,35448.0.htmlI recently was asked to write the story from it. BOTH ladies stayed active, adding in, during full run of poll. I did my best. To try and use some of their wonderful input.... SOooooooooo here you go !! With thanks to both wonderful ladies!!
RavenKelly Vs Karly Kats haunted asylum from poll
I was looking forward to a holiday, spent with two very lovely friends in the U.K.
Raven Kelly, was at times strawberry blonde to red head at times. A very pretty face, and to my surprise, she had her hair more blonde this time.
Kelly was slender, yet had a pleasing figure, dressed in a simple tee shirt, and tight shorts.
Karly_Kats, in contrast. Karly was very attractive. With long dark hair framing her face. Kissable, pouty lips. As well as being the more busty of the duo.
Karly dressed in a halter top, that was giving nice views of her well formed assets. A flirty, jean skirt, that stopped well above her knees.
The evening had started nicely enough. We had enjoyed some dinner. Now stopping off for a few drinks at a local pub.
The ladies seeming to have some tension between them. Still maybe for my benefit, they were behaving themselves.
As it got later, Karly was getting a bit louder, and her inhibitions getting a little less rigid.
Kelly was also enjoying some drinks. While trying to be the better hostess, for their visiting guest. Kelly very enjoyable company.
Before I knew it was going to happen. A giggling Karly smiles, and changes places, her enjoyable, firm ladies, almost shoving into my face, as Karly plops onto my lap.
"Are you having a good time Stormy?" "You know your Karly_Kat, will purr for you, if you rub her the right way." Karly says softly.
My mind feeling some effects of the drinks. Yet easily, liking the sound of getting to make this dark haired beauty purr. While trying not to mentally imagine, the mounds of her breasts, springing free, from her halter top.
"Karly, how about you try not being such a slut for once?" Kelly asks.
"How about you worry about yourself, and let Karly put Stormy to bed tonight?" Karly replies, with a very naughty grin, on her pretty face.
"He did not come here, just to see the whore of England, throw herself at him." Kelly begins to argue back.
Karly turns, arm flying out to point a finger at Kelly. Her hand, knocking a mug over, spilling it's contents onto Kelly.
Kelly giving a slight shriek, as she bolts upright, as the liquid splashes onto her.
"You bitch, you did that on purpose!!" Kelly accuses, as eyes, and heads begin to turn our way.
Karly grinning, looking at the spilled ale, almost as if she was going to lap it up, like a cat.
Then lifting her gaze to Kelly.
"I think it's past your bedtime little girl, shut up, and don't piss me off. Karly manages to fire back.
"Maybe it's time for this woman, to kick, that fat, immature ass of yours Karly." Kelly replies heatedly.
"You even try, I will so school you, just like when we grew up." "Attending rival schools." Karly almost hisses back.
"You forgot, you lost a lot of those fights whore." "How about we fight dressed as schoolgirls, for old times sake." Kelly replies.
"How about we fight at that old haunted asylum, like we always threatened to do bitch?" Karly ads in.
"Fine your on, NHB catfight, dressed as schoolgirls, in the Raven-Kats asylum!! Kelly agrees, before spilling a drink on purpose, over onto Karly.
Even as both ladies eyes widen, in some fear. As they begin to realize, what they agreed to. That neither one, would back down from now.
It is agreed, and the reality of it, helping to sober up, both lovely ladies. It would take place the next night.
A night of a full, blood red moon. That would have to dance, in and out, between gathering clouds.
We share a ride to my hotel. Something about the coming fight or it's location. Having both ladies nervous, and not wanting to spend the night alone. Almost as if, they did. They may find themselves waking up in the asylum.
The two ladies looking forward, to getting hands, and claws on each other.
Yet the drinks, and what was coming. Making both ladies, barely able to keep their eyes open.
Soon, I lay drifting slowly to sleep. One beautiful lady, curled against me on either side.
This was not anything romantic. Even though it felt wonderful. Myself thinking of trying to make Karly, purr in her sleep.
Both ladies not backing down from each other, the fight or it's location.
I wanted to find more about it. I would the next day.
Yet for now, feeling like some royalty or sultan. With two lovely ladies resting beside me. I drift to sleep myself.
The next day, as sunlight shows, for a brief spell. Both ladies head home, to rest up, relax, and prepare for the night, and fight coming.
I take a moment, and research the asylum.
Raven-Kats Asylum, was reported to be haunted. Many patients, insane or not. Dying with in the walls, and corridors of it. Some taking their own lives, after abuse by the staff or excessive shock therapy treatment.
History having it. That one of the cooks, went mad. The woman poisoning food for some of the staff and inmates.
After being put to death for her crimes. It is said her spirit roams the kitchen, and eating areas. Shrieking, and throwing things at guests, daring to step inside her domain.
Every year, there being more rumours of visitors and investigators daring to spend time inside. Not all of them making it back out. Simply disappearing, to become new tenants forever of the asylum.
The photos, not helping. As they showed a run down, vine infested sinister main building, and grounds.
Weeds, rats, and crawling things, probably slipping, and skittering everywhere, within and without.
I would accompany the ladies. They would enter, looking for each other, and to fight.
If they were gone to long, it was my duty, to try a hurried search and rescue.
The ladies to split up, entering different places.
As clouds build overhead. Lightning flashing across them. Before coming down, to strike somewhere on the main asylum building. Almost as if a warning from the heavens. Turn back, do not enter here.
The windows, hanging, panes broken out. Almost looking like evil eyes, as shadows flicker and dart across them.
Wicked spirits, waiting, watching for the next to join them.
Karly, and Kelly head off, ready to brave it. For the chance to settle their school rivalry once and for all.
Karly moves up the bottom of the ramp. Slowly making her way up the broken, weed choked steps.
Lightning dances eerily across the sky.
Karly dressed in her pleated, plaid short schoolgirl skirt. Her bra less breasts, heaving, and barely held. In her light blue blouse, tied across, below them.
Her silky dark hair, tied in pigtails. Her lips a glossy dark, almost blood red.
Matching her manicured nails. Kelly's name painted across them.
A nerve shaking howling being heard. Maybe the wind, through broken panes of glass.
Maybe it was the cursed or damned souls, howling in torment inside.
Karly pushes the creaky, heavy door open, slipping inside. It slams shut behind her. Making her heart race.
As for some reason, inside, some of the overhead flourescent lights have come on. "Had Storm figured a way to get lights on for them.
Shadows seeming to dart,, from debry pile, to abandoned furniture. As the lights flicker, yet stay on. Almost as if in some mad scientists laboratory.
Karly, hoping she was not next on the menu or experiment table.
"Kellllllllllyyyyy ... I'm here bitch." "Come and face your finish, you bitch!!" Karly calls out. While feeling eyes watching her every move.
Kelly had entered through a different area. Feeling jumpy, as soft moans and cries seem to echo softly through the hallways.
Kelly finds a restroom, the lights dimly staying on, flickering now and then. As she quickly touches up her makeup. Her blonde hair plated in ponytails.
Kelly smiling, as she looks down at her scarlet red painted fingernails. "The better to rip out that bitch Karly's hair with." Kelly says softly to herself.
Now dressed in her sexy schoolgirl best. Kelly heads out to find her rival.
As she begins searching. She hears Karly calling out, from very close by. A grin comes to Kelly's lovely face. The fight was about to begin.
Kelly begins entering the reception area.
A cry of anger, and battle coming from her as she begins to charge ahead.
"Come out, come out wherever you Arrrggghhh!" Karly had begun. Hearing the shriek from Kelly. Hoping it only was Kelly, and not something more ghostly and evil. Then Kelly slams into her.
Outside the storm builds, lightning flashing across the sky, and slamming into the asylum grounds. Storm watching the asylum from the car. Every flash of lightning, seeming to reveal dozens maybe hundreds. Of glowing red eyes, peering from partially broken windows looking out.
Storm hoping, it being only a trick of the light.
As the thunder rumbles, and the ground shakes. Rain starting to pelt down, in wet sheets.
Kelly slams into Karly, as they begin to grapple. Karly thinking of all her pent up dislike for Kelly.
Now she planned to show her by beating her.
They topple together over a dust caked sofa. Crashing down onto a coffee table.
Karly's nails scoring four time, across Kelly's pretty face.
The two having been pulling, and yanking hair. Turning into a rake of Kelly's face, by Karly's fingernails.
They struggle briefly, before the table collapses beneath them. Sending them rolling apart. To rise to their knees, glaring at each other.
Kelly feeling the sting on her face, as well as a slight wetness, her own blood, from the clawing.
Cursing Karly, she lunges into her. Managing to grab a hand full of silky dark hair. Jerking, and yanking Karly's head hard. As they begin to roll together on the floor.
Hair pulling, hitting and clawing.
Kelly's blouse being torn open, revealing her lacey red bra. "Let go of my hair, you misfit whore!!" Karly cries out, as they roll across the floor together.
The catfighting duo, finally smacking into a set of doors. The doors having metal kickplates at the bottom. The doors flinging wide open, shoving against them, and pushing them apart.
As they impact, and seperate. "GETTTTT OUTTT ... GET Outttt LEAVE this plaaaaace Or ..!!"
They both hear a eerie voice command. Karly looking at Kelly, "Or what?" Karly asks.
"Diiiiiiiiiiiee!!" The voice finishes. Sending shivers down both ladies spines.
Karly, and Kelly looking at the opening, then at each other. Both ladies blouses torn open by now.
Bodies already starting to ache, chests heaving. "You want to heed the warning or find out what that is." "Before I finish tearing your face off bitch?" Karly asks.
"I'm not done kicking your fat ass whore." "Still, let's investigate." Kelly agrees.
For now, the two ready to still tear into each other when needed.
They poke heads through the doorway, and begin to head in.
Oddly the aroma of cooking food begins coming to them from somewhere. Not neccessarily the best cooked food, by the smell.
They come to a plaque on the wall.
"This plaque is dedicted to the loyal service of our beloved canteen cook
Her service and skills as a slop server were legendary she will be
missed by all her skills at dishing out slop had us all laughing and
smiling and the way she wore her greasy hair in that net will be
burned into our memories long after the day of her tragic death
when one of our more disturbed residents bashed her brains in with
a ladle and then drowned her in her own soup...
Sadly missed Never forgotten...
R.I.P.
You soup ladling slut!!
"Guess that means the place is haunted by the kitchen staff." Karly states, trying to make light of it.
Then some pots and pans, slam to the floor. Kelly and Karly both grabbing each others hands.
They begin to taunt each others courage, as metal cookery, is flung from the doors leading into the kitchen itself.
"Bitch, slut, whore, skank.." traded between them.
A ghostly voice seeming to echo them.
As the desire to catfight builds within them again. They shove each other aside, as a few more pans fly out.
Kelly lifting one, and hurling it at Karly. Followed by another, as Karly nicely ducks the first.
"You throw one more fucking ..." Karly begins.
When another pot from the kitchen sails out. Aroma of long stale pasta and sauce coming from it.
It dumps over Karly's head, sending moldy spaghetti, and sauce spattering down onto her.
Some of it tumbling down, to her feet, and into her gaping blouse. "Ewwwwww .." Karly says making a face, at the feel, against her breasts.
"That makes us even bitch!" Kelly taunts.
"Not even close whore.." Karly replies, grabbing and scooping pasta, into both of her hands. She uses a chair, moving onto a table. Sprinting ahead, she launches herself. "Yipeekayayyy motherfucker!!" Karly cries out, before coming down, with double handfulls of pasta. Onto Kelly's head.
As it splats down onto Kelly's head. Karly picks up a pan, and konks Kelly on the head with it, while grinning wickedly. Thinking this outta do it.
Kelly staggers, then glares back at Karly.
Something about the asylum, giving added stamina. Where usually the pan strike would have ended things. It only seemed to piss Kelly off.
With a shriek of rage, she charges, and slams Karly into one of the tables. Ripping, and tearing Karly's blouse.
Karly's firm, thirty four d's springing bra less, naked, and sauce slicked from her top.
Kelly starting to bite at her.
Karly feels adrenaline surge, as she begins punching at her tormentor. "Get.. the.. fuck.. off.. me .. you.. cxnttt!" Karly cries out, a punch added, between every word.
Kelly pulls back, aching from the attack.
Kelly climbing up onto the table. Finger pointing, at Karly's exposed, food slopped, firm breasts.
Kelly cackling, before retreating back into the asylum. "Come catch me if you can bitch." "I like pasta, maybe lick your tits, after I kick your ass!!" Kelly taunts.
Karly glaring after her. Hands trying to redress her torn blouse. To cover Karly's bobbling, bare tits.
"Fine, I will finish you when I find you bitch!" Karly calls after her. While still working to cover her exposed breasts. Karly almost feeling the leering stares of ghosts, enjoying the view of her bare breasts.
Karly wondering for such a happening as this. Why she was not dressed in her combat boots, denim, and leather. Instead of a skimpy skirt, and barely there blouse.
Another pan falls behind her, as she heads for the double doors.
"Yeahh you can shut it also bitch." "Not my fault your cooking sucks." Karly informs the ghost of the cook.
A shriek of rage from behind. Before a ladle hits the back of her head. Helping to send Karly out, through the doors. "Owwww ... fucking ghost bitch.. owwww." Karly moans.
Hand holding the back of her head, as the doors swing shut, trapping the spirit behind her.
Karly thinking herself safe, from the cook. As the doors burst open, more utensils fly. Footsteps pounding her way, as Karly takes off in an all out run.
Kelly seeing her race by, even as a ghostly nurse, beckons to Kelly.
Kelly following her inside the nurses section.
The nurse hovering nearby. As she shows Kelly, a book listing all of the nurses catfighting battles, with other staff and the patients.
Behind her Karly hears the foot steps slowing, then stopping. "Hah your fat ass can't keep up!!" Karly taunts.
Bending over slightly, sucking in air herself. Just as some liquidy jello, splats against her back.
Some of it running down into her skirt. "Damn guess there always is room for jello." Karly says, as she begins trying to squeeze it out from her skirt.
Kelly comes to a blank page in the book. A pen rises and begins writing in it. 'Destroy your rival, if you wish to escape." It writes. Kelly closing the book, before heading out again. In search of her rival Karly Kats.
Karly herself having an interesting visit in the arts and crafts room. Before escaping, as paint begins to fly.
Karly begins heading up, along a spiral staircase. Finding the library, filled with dusty books, and shelves.
She strolls to the grand fireplace, and jumps. As it roars into life before her. Karly thinking of a fave lady of hers. Wishing they could be tumbling to the rug together, before the fireplace.
Something about the asylum, keeping thoughts of lust, sex, and catfighting coming to her mind.
Karly begins to laugh.
Then evil laughter and a voice hisses from the fire. As an evil looking face hovers in the dancing flames.
"This place is your tomb... This place is your Nightmare... Face the demons you keep... Or spend eternity trapped in here destined to roam the halls for everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...."
The voice brawling, and booming by the end.
"Find the Key, (No duhhh she thinks) or face and destroy your rival..." It ads.
Again turning Karly's thoughts to beating her blonde haired rival Kelly.
Karly is soon in the halls again, playfully screeching her shoes against the floor.
Kelly seeing her rival exit the library. Wincing at the screech, screech, screeech squeaking of Karly's shoes.
Kelly charges her, slamming into her. Driving them both through the already partially broken glass window. Sending them tumbling through, and into the day and tv viewing room.
Karly having used her shoes. To make some sound, to break the silence in the hallways.
Now Kelly had broken that completely.
They both crash to the floor, some glass cutting them. Even as Kelly claws with nails at Karly's face, and neck.
Karly's own nails scoring along Kelly's thigh.
Blood showing, and sheening on both sexy fighters now.
Kelly ripping Karly's blouse open again. Before her nails begin to dig in, and claw across the tender flesh. Of the heaving, and exposed, large firm tits.
Both ladies having by instinct yanked free, glass sticking into their bodies. Now assaulting each other again. Nails to Karly's breasts. While Karly claws at inner thighs, maybe seeking to score Kelly's crotch and sex.
"Let go of my tits, fucking jealous bitch!!" Karly cries out in pain, while throwing punches again at Kelly.
Nearby the tv screens begin to flicker on and off again. Channels changing or showing snowy patterns.
Karly lands a blow, that splits Kelly's lip.
The two bodies blooded, while their nails, drip from their rivals raked and torn skin.
Kelly attacks again, grabbing Karly's hair. yanking her by the pigtail, before slamming her into a trash can.
Then splashing down on top of her, as she tumbles, going over with the trash can.
Karly desperately bucking, and exhausting herself, trying to get free.
Finally realizing her peril, and waning strength. Her fingers find a shard of glass. Karly using it to stab Kelly's thigh.
Kelly crying out in pain, as she shoves away from Karly.
Karly pulling herself free. Body aching, chest heaving. Exposed, well formed hard nippled tits rising, and falling rapidly.
Karly scrambling into a space opposite from Kelly. As Kelly works to pull the glass shard from her thigh.
Unseen hands grasp Karly. As she tries resting her aching, bruised and bleeding body.
With a shriek of surprise, coming from the dark haired beauty. Karly is dragged out of the room.
Soon finding herself dumped into a large white tiled room.
The room having a large bathtub, with bloody footprints around it. As her eyes widen, the taps begin turning themselves on.
Karly is lifted up, and dropped splashing into the quickly filling tub.
Kelly grimaces, as she pulls the glass out. Gently rising, she hobbles to the nurses station. Her skirt, and stockings torn now. Kelly sliding off her heels. As she uses some of her tattered schoolgirl outfit, to make a bandage, after rinsing her leg off slightly.
An bodiless voice murmurs to her. Telling Kelly to head to the shock therapy room. There she would finish her epic battle with Karly.
Karly gasps, and sputters, as she tries pulling herself up out of the tub. Water sloshing over her soaking her completely.
A mysterious figure can be seen her back to her and writing appearing on the wall...
"Please stranger don't let them do it to me again... they know I can't hold my breath, but they keep pushing me under... please stranger help me... help meeeeeee"
The "E" trailing off as if someone wrote it in blood, as i follow the trail the water rushes from the tub in the blink of an eye leaving a wet soggy Karly in a normal empty tub..... panting and gasping for air.
"Kellyyyyyyy i don't fucking like this place i want out of here you fucking bitch... Where are you.....?" Karly calls out, before pulling herself from the tub.
A bulb by the sink bursts, sending sparks shooting out in an arc.
"Fine electroshock it is." Karly mumbles, knowing where to seek her rival again.
Karly enters the operating room, Kelly meeting her, slamming into her. The two going to the floor again, after crashing into an operating style table.
Hair being torn free, nails raking tender skin. Fists hammering at each other.
Kelly's firm breasts now being bared, as Karly's nails score against the supple skin.
Kelly trying to tell her something as they battle fiercely.
Karly's nails, squeezing tit, by Kelly's engorged nipple.
"If.... if... we ... want... to get... outta here... one of us.... HAS to destroy......the other..." Kelly informs her.
"Well that is definately going to be me slut!!" Karly replies, both fighting at their best and most vicious now.
Kelly jerking Karly off balance by another yanking of her hair. As Karly topples, Kelly begins mounting her. Slamming her fist to Karly's chest.
Karly bucking, spreading her legs. Doing anything she can, to finally arch, and dislodge Kelly from her.
They both slowly rise, to stand facing each others. Both lovely ladies now bare breasted, and bloody.
Their appearance, helping them to maybe look. Like some of the other specters haunting the asylum.
"I'm finishing you now whore." Kelly gasps out.
"Bring it bitch." Karly weakly replies.
Then fists start to fly again.
Lefts, rights, and Karly lands a uppercut, to Kelly's jaw. That staggers her, and sends her up against the wall.
Kelly having delivered some nice shots herself, leaving Karly slow to follow up.
Karly lunging against her. As something happens. A mechanical snackkking sound. Then the floor opens up, sending them heading down a slide together.
They burst out, finally together, in the shock therapy room.
Rolling, and bumping together once more. They begin to tear each others skirts, and yanking at each others panties. Both knowing, this would end. When one of them was shoved into the shock therapy chair.
Soon both ladies are down to only panties, as they struggle on. Teeth finding Karly's flesh again.
Karly's thrashing hand finding a leather strap.
Karly starts beating it against Kelly, until the blonde releases her hold.
Karly quickly using the strap, to go against Kelly's throat in a choke.
Nearby the wood framed shock therapy chair. Nearby a panel, with dials, and a thrumming sound begins calling to her. As sparks shoot, and arc from the panel and chair.
An ominous metal helmet hovering above the chair.
Karly works behind Kelly, using the strap for a chokehold, as she maneuvers a gasping, and gagging Kelly to the chair.
Soon Kelly is being strapped in, the ordeal almost over. As Kelly fights back desperately.
Finally she is secured in the chair, as Karly falls back exhausted onto her ass.
Catching her breath she rises, to look upon a wildly struggling Kelly. "You fought well bitch, but I fought better." "Any last words, before I flick the switch?" Karly asks, confident of her victory now.
Kelly's eyes going from pleading silently, to glaring in desire for revenge against her rival.
Both ladies almost fully nude, as topless, dressed in only torn panties now.
Blood glistening on both nubile bodies, as outside the storm rages. Inside shrieks, laughter and wailing grows louder.
As Karly's hand moves to pull the switch.
Another woman's shriek of rage comes to her. As a bucket of cold, nasty chicken soup is dumped over her. Karly completely drenched again. "Ohhhh shit ..... the fucking nutjob cook." Karly thinks.
The cook had found her again, now she was soaking wet. If she pulls the switch, she will probably fry with Kelly. Yet she had to throw it, to win, and escape!!
Her body tensed ... Kelly struggling in the chair. The cook grabbing her hair, and pulling back.
Karly throws the switch!!
It had been way to long. The ladies well overdue to exit the asylum. The weather outside raging, as I rush to the gaping doors, to find, and free the ladies from inside.
Loud cries of anguish greeting me, as objects hurtle through the halls, and against the walls.
I am met by a large, gangly attendant. That grimaces, as I stare through his wispy body.
"I was master of the asylum once, to restore order, you must save them both." He intones, before luminous arrows begin appearing on the walls.
"NOW GOooooooooo, then GET OUTTTT!! He screams at me.
My feet overuling everything else. As I begin racing through the halls, hoping I would be in time.
Kelly's nubile body begins to jerk, as electricity begins seeping into it. Karly thrown against the wall, beside a newly opened door. The door almost gleefully flying open, before slamming shut. Opening, closing, again, and again.
The storm outside, shorting the chair for the moment, giving Kelly a reprieve.
Even as Karly rises, as the cook throws a cleaver, that is in line. To bury itself, between Karly's heaving tits!!
Karly's eyes widening, as she prepares to feel the deadly thunking of metal, between her firm breasts. A final splash of her own blood, across her naked body.
"Damn when did I lose my panties?" Karly thinks.
Just as Storm accidentaly yanks them down. While grabbing Karly, and pulling her down, out of harms way.
The cleaver thudding into the wood of the door splitting it slightly. Just as it would have split Karly's flesh.
As it jiggles still, imbedded in the wood. Storm pulls her to her feet, pushing her out through the now open door again.
"RUnnnnnnnn!!" He yells at her.
"Kelly ...!!" Karly screams back behind her, as feet already had her rushing out of the shock therapy room, into the halls.
She still did not like Kelly, yet even Kelly did not deserve being left behind to haunt this place.
Kelly's eyes plead with him, as he rushes towards her. The current begins hitting her again. Yet before it can really start frying her. Storm lunges, to her, and against the moldy, dry rotted, wooden chair. A light surge of electricity passing through them both. As the chair shatters, and Kelly is tossed free.
Storm less worn down, begins freeing restraints from her, hauling her to her feet. Then with him helping her.
They begin rushing out quickly on Karly's heels.
Karly gunged, bloody, and stark naked.
Kelly naked, except for her thong, bloody, bruised, and tingling from her momentary shock treatment.
Doors opening, and slamming shut alongside them. Screams. cries of pain, and orders to RUNNnnn FLEEEE!! Coming from all around them.
Blood oozing, and slowly dripping down walls.
As they finally burst out a side entrance, into the rainy, storm filled night.
"GET OUTtttttttttt NEVER RETURN!!" "YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE!!" They hear yelled in an almost demonic voice.
As the door slams shut behind them again.
Storm letting both lovely ladies cling to him. As he hurries, helps, and guides them into the car.
Both ladies soaking wet, and shivering, yet safe in the car.
As Storm starts it, slams it into gear, and burns rubber completing their escape.
Karly had won the fight, yet they both ached, and hurt seemingly from everywhere.
"Damn I could use a drink.." Karly finally manages to voice.
"Yes Stormy, please take us to the finest pub in England." Kelly ads in.
Before both ladies turn to each other. Then burst out giggling, and laughing.
The thought of them, in this state of nakedness, bruises, and bloody gashes. Maybe strutting into a large pub or maybe tea with the queen. Hilarious to them both.
"Drinks at my place." Storm replies back.
As he now has the heater, helping warm both ladies.
Karly, and Kelly no longer under the murderous influences of the asylum. Able to co-exist for now.
New respect for the other, coming from both.
The aching duo also both knowing. Drinks, and a ton of pampering from Storm. Soon to fill the rest of their evening.
"You think we should go back for our school uniforms?" Kelly asks, trying to sound sincere.
"One hundred percent, FUCK THAT NOTION!!" Karly replies.
Before both burst out in playful laughter again.
Their school girl uniforms shredded, and gone. The honor of both schools defended proudly, by both ladies.
Yet now it was time, to rest, relax, be catered to, and pampered.
Karly the winner, yet BOTH ladies had survived. Their catfight, at the Karly Kats, haunted asylum.
An added bonus, neither having to taste, smell or wear. Anymore of the crazy cook's nasty food.
The end
