Reaison D’être for the Fight
First the two combatants, Felicia Gomez (Beverly Hills Catfight Queen - undefeated) and CarliCF (Free Catfights Superstar -at least she thinks so.)
Carlie stole Felicia’s husband and makes no bones about it. In fact she is proud That he was seduced by her beauty and sexual prowess. Delicia found out about the affair and is absolutely furious with Carli, more so than her husband because she has heard about Carli. She has been told by other members of the Free Catfight community that Carli is notorious for fucking other women’s men. They call her a shameless hussy
Now, Felicia is a very jealous hot-tempered Colombian. She has been known to send women who even smile seductively and look at her husband to the hospital with battered fgaces, mangled tits, and broken bones. She is not one to mess with.
However, Carli is a fun-loving blonde who loves sex and who loves to steal the husbands or boyfriends of other women, especially women who think they are sexy and beautiful. It’s as if she wants to prove a point, the point being that she is more beautiful and sexier than they are. Even if she isn’t she wants to prove that she is the better fuck and that their man will agree.
It didn’t take long for Felicia to find out where Carli lived. She rushed over to Carli’s residence fully intent of destroying her. If lucky she may even get the opportunity to screw Carli’s boyfriend and show him what a real woman is.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Felicia pounds on Carli’s door.
Who’s there? Carli answers sweetly even though she can see it is Felicia through the peep hole.
It is Felicia, coming to bringing you a welcoming gift. Felicia wants to make sure she gains entrance so she holds her anger and pretends to be friendly.
In that case please come in. Felicia wastes no time, she has held her anger long enough. She takes both hands places them on Carli’s tits and shoves her back as hard as she can. She sends the startled Carli stumbling backwards, all the way into the living room and onto the sofa.
Felicia stands threateningly over Carli, hands on her hips. Carli sits there trying to act nonchalant but is betrayed by some worried wrinkle lines on her forehead.
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What the fuck, What do you want?
I don’t know what you mean.
Yes I did. So what? What are you going to do about it?
Why? Did your husband look satisfied? Say I was the better fuck.
I’m a way better woman than you! How about we compare bodies? | Funny you should talk about fucking. That’s why I’m here.
You fucked my husband, admit it!
I’m going to beat your ugly face, then fuck you!
That’s a laugh. I can out fuck you any day.
Get your fat ass off the sofa so I can show you up/ |
Carli got up, leery that Felicia would attack her in a sneaky way. Felicia and Carli warily circled each other. Maybe looking for a trick by the other or, more likely, looking for an opening. Instead the two women stood side by side so we could compare them.
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My face and neck have been called exquisite.
My firm beasts are better than your droopy things.
My abs are flat and firm.
I have a great ass!
My ass is firmer and sexier than yours.
Many say my legs are my best feature.
In fact, I have the better figure overall.
What do you say, fellasP | My face has been featured in fashion and beauty magazines.
No way, my breasts are superior to your sagging little ones.
My abs are muscular and taut.
You mean a big ass for a little twit.
My ass is shapelier and more desirable.
My legs leave yours in the dust.
Mu figure is the best around.
Yeah, what do you say, fellas?. |
Carli and Felicia put us on the spot. Naturally, each man went with his own woman.
“No one is as beautiful, sexy, and fun as my Felicia, certainly not Carli!” roared Jorge.
“Not on your life. Carli is far the better woman than Felicia in every way. She is a supermodel. “No one is more fun loving and a joy to be with than Carli. And get her in bed! WOW1 But then I think you know that from what I hear.”” Carli’s boyfriend went on and on.
Everyone look at me as the independent, objective observer Sure I had my opinion but I wasn’t about to share it. I said, “I’m here as an independent observer and to make sure no one gets seriously hurt. I have to remain unbiased so don’t ask me which I think is superior/”
In her own inimitable way Carli look at me, smiled and said sweetly,
“That’s the coward’s way out . Come on, Glamour, tell us what you really think/” Not to be outdone, Felicia chimed in,
“That’s right, mister, don’t be as chickenshit as Carli and tell us what you really believe.” But I kept my mouth shut thinking that discretion was the better part of velour.
It didn’t surprise me that Felicia was the first aggressor. After all, she was the cockled party and was out for revenge. She first pushed Carli on the shoulder to get her attention. Then grabbed her by the throat.
Carli got up, leery that Felicia would attack her in a sneaky way. Felicia and Carli warily circled each other. Maybe looking for a trick by the other or, more likely, looking for an opening. Instead the two women stood side by side so we could compare them.
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Hey! What it!
Let go of my throat!
Yeah, let go if you. know what’s good for you!
Yep, bitch! I’m not afraid of you!
Queen of a bunch of pampered housewives. HAH!
Only by cheating. | You watch it, bondie!
You mean this exquisite throat?
Are you going to show me what’s good for me?
You should be. I’m the Catfight Queen of Beverly Hills.
I beat up your friend, Jana, didn’t I?
There’s no cheating in a catfight as you will find out! |
Carli moved to prove she wasn’t a pushover and that Felicia was in for a fight she would wish she hadn’t started. Using her left hand on Felicia’s side for leverage, she spun Felicia around and pouched her in the kidney. As Felicia gasped from the nasty punch, Carli grabbed her thoat and started to squeeze in a nifty. move
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UNGH! GASP! Ouch, that’s a dirty blow.
LET GO OF MY THROAT, wo dirty whore!
Just you wait… | Nothings dirty in a catfight you said.
Not until I]you beg for mercy or I choke you to sleep!
I’m waiting, how long should I wait? |
Rather than responding with words, Felicia decided quick action was better. The two women go tit to tit, belly to belly, hands on hips as they face off om a stare down. There faces show pure hatred as they lock up in combat.
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You’re going down, bitch!
NO! You’re the one going on her ass! A little shit like you can’t handle me! I’m tougher than you. I’ll handle you just fine! When I get you down I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you! And there’s a lot of shit in that big ass to fuck out! You’re the one who is going to be fucked into oblivion! You’ll eat my shit when my ass covers your ugly face! I’ll pisss all over your face when I facesit you! | I’ve got you by the throat!
And I’ve got your bra strap.
Go ahead and rip it off. I’m proud of my boob!
It’ gonna hurt when I rip your nipples off!
You wouldn’t dare!
Just watch me!
My nails will claw your titties to shreds!
I’ll pinch your nipples til you scream for mercy!
I’ll sink my teeth dep into your boobs!
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The fight was starting. From the trash talking it looks like this is going to be a particularly nasty and vicious fight. I hope I don’t have to step in if a serious injury looks like it might occur. No way do I want to get between Carli and Felicia.
