Erin Lee Vs KateA: We need to talk about Daniel.

[Dicey]

Heh friends and Bitches

Yes, it's time for me and Erin to clash yet again. Last time Erin only won by one vote, this time things will be different. As always I hope everyone enjoys the show and bitches, feel free to interact with myself and Erin and each other. This is a catfight over Daniel, so I expect things to be spicier than normal

Finally please note that the voting will be locked for the first week and will open on week two on this poll

Anyway let's get the party started...

Xoxo
Kate and Erin

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*Clunk*

We both hear the sound of our apartment door close, as Daniel leaves us to spend the evening with a mutual friend. Alone myself and Erin take a second to gaze at the now closed apartment door, both of us clearly yearned for Daniel to return and bring with him the joy, fun and love he never fails to ignite within our lives. Instead however we were left alone with nothing but our mutual hatred and jealousy. For months Daniel has been a major source of conflict between myself and Erin. But today this ends...

In near total silence myself and Erin slowly turn and look towards each other, our eyes lock! Neither of us says a word, yet it's clear we're both on the same wavelength as we head over to our apartments sofa and with you at one end, me at the other. We pick it up and move it out of the way. With this act our preparations have begun and we spend the next two hours clearing the main living area of furniture and possessions. Until at last all that remains is a warm under foot carpet and four walls. We exchange a final hateful glare, before retiring to our bedrooms and changing for the fight.

As I enter my room, I slam shut my bedroom door and kick off my heels. I slip out of my black dress and sit on the end of my bed, as I remove my stockings and suspender belt. Wearing nothing but my black lace bra and panties, I head over to my wardrobe and remove a pair of figure hugging blue jeans. I slip myself into them and they hug every contour of my perfect legs and pert ass. I smile as I check myself out in the mirror, yet my preparation's were not done. Once again I head to my wardrobe and select a simple yet stylish white gypsy top to complete my look. Well almost complete my look, as out from the corner of my eye I see my black leather jacket. I grab my jacket and place it onto my bed, before grabbing my Roman style heels and strapping myself into them. It's at this moment I take a final look in the mirror and with a wry smile, I knew I was ready.

So I grab my jacket, slip it on and leave my bedroom and enter the now empty living area. But dear reader...it is at this moment life threw both me and Erin a curve ball. The front door rings and against my better judgment I open it and am met with tsunami of dear friends. I wonder to myself:

"How the fuck?"

But then I hear a familiar voice and the proverbial penny in the air, plummets to the ground.

"Hi Steph...how? How did you know me and Erin were about to fight? Have you bugged our apartment?"

Steph just smiles, raises an eyebrow and proceeds to lean against the wall. It is at that moment Erin enters and the room and true to form our beloved friends begin to live up to their poisonous reputations...as wicked whispers and poisonous murmurs fill the room:

"Bitch!"
"Whore!"
"Wreck that cxnt Kate!"
"Ew Erin you look old today"
"I hope they both put each other in the hospital - the fucking whores!"

And the attacks keep on flowing, however with Erin's arrival I tune out the background noise and focus on her.

"Bitch!" I shout out..."Stay the fuck away from my Daniel!"

"Me and Daniel spent all last Saturday walking through the Lake District, just the two of us! We played together in the snow, chased each other. It was so much fun and such a Laugh. But what made it fun was the fact that it was just the two of us...the two of us Erin. So back the fuck off Bitch! Daniel is mine!"

Yt

[Erin Lee]

Hola you lovely people....and Monica. Welcome to the...hmmm, is it now the third encounter between Katie and myself? Maybe one day she'll win one of them 

So, Daniel for that is his name has left our flat without even letting us know he was going, but i s'pose that is the thanks we get for looking after him. Ingrate. Talking of ingrates, my eye is caught by a movement in the lounge. Must be Kate but it's rare you can get that bitch to move unless it's for food or for cozying up with Daniel. Lil does she know how close Daniel and myself have become these last few months.

I sigh, am i going to have to give this bitch ANOTHER beating to remind her of her place in this hierarchy. Now don't go getting me wrong. I've been in a couple of scraps these last few weeks and neither of them were with Kate. Lost both of them i did which doesn't bother me so much as Kate rubbing those losses in relentlessly.

Not a word is spoken as we start to move the furniture aside. Words are not needed, we both know where this is headed and that dear reader is another fight. I was ready for this, i already let the indomitable Steph know this was brewing and when she sees Daniel walk on out the complex to get her and her friends backsides on up to our apartment so they can watch a good old fashioned scrap for dominance take place.

The door bell rings and right on schedule Steph and her cronies are standing there, i can see this confuses Kate but then it doesn't take a whole lot to confuse her. The girls start with the trash talk even before they step foot inside the door which causes me to smirk, either me or Kate could take down any and all of that motley crew without breaking sweat....(BTW, if you girls are reading this, kate told me to say that)

Kate starts to spew some rubbish about how her and Daniel went romping around in the snow the other day. She's welcome to it, i romp around with Daniel on a nice fluffy rug in front of the fire when she's not around....and i let her know this, which, if i know Kate...and i do...will send her into a jealous rage.

So, just a quick recap if you are new to the ongoing tales of Kate V Erin. I am 5'6" 120lbs or thereabouts...(just eaten a Manchester tart....no NOT that kind of tart...look it5 up, its yummy) so i could be 122lbs, i have a 34C chest. My hair is currently brunette and tied into a low bob, finger nails as are toe nails and lips are post office red, eyes are blue with light blue eye shadow. Hell, i could almost fancy myself.

With the fight imminent i quickly strip down to my white bra and thong, i prfer the freedom this gives me re movements when i fight and the apartment is pretty warm.

"C'mon then tramp, you think you can win Daniel over by fighting with me, let's be 'avin you"

[^Bridgette^]

Mmm... I guess the two Queens of fcf are gonna give us all another treat and I can't wait to watch this unfold once again. The only thing that would make it better is if they were fighting over me instead of some silly boy! Lol...Ok, Ok  I'll stop I'm joking 

[The Promoters]

This will be incredible and I will be watching closely! Thinking Erin is it but let's see

[Erin Lee]

Challenging this bitch Kate to a fight is quite unnecessary. We'd happily fight anywhere and anytime and while it's true that my previous wins against her were only narrow wins they were nevertheless WINS. The loungeroom rapidly fills up with our so called friends, we really need to drag one or two of them into our scrap but when the time comes to actually fight, they mysteriously vanish, maybe it's not soooo mysterious?

It's been said that i am a dirty bitch, well that's true, i am, a very dirty bitch who loves a good scrap. Win or lose it doesn't really matter as long as i get my shots in and make a bitch suffer.

Which brings me back to the matter in hand, this fight with the one and only Kate...let's be honest, would you really want more than one of her, even that is one too many if ya ask me.

We start to circle, as ya do. The assembled bitches start to shout "fight....fight....fight" and not being one who likes to let folk down i begin to close with the bitch....only this time it don't start well for yours truely.

As i close with you you administer a swift kick to my tummy, i never even saw it coming. I cough and bend forwards, my breath forced from between my clenched teeth, then you catch me with a well timed and executed right to my face, getting me flush on my left eye. I yelp in shock and in pain and go down onto my ass, gasping for breath and trying to make sense of what just happened as i look up at you arranging your hair in a scrunchie.

Clearly you are more than ready for any response i am able to make, that won't be easy from my sedentary position, i take a deep gulp of air and quickly look to scramble back to my feet.....and bitches, don't think it went unnoticed how you alll cheered Kate as i hit the deck.

[Marley]

I think Kate takes Erin down this time

[Erin Lee]

Dear Lord, i was gonna say some stuff, but yabber yabber yabber, Kate said everything there is to say and added some sprinkles on top for good measure.

I'll say this, since we met we've fought, argued and gone up against each other in many ways. I like Kate, why i hear you ask. The reason is simple, when we fight it's always competitive, it's always intense, it's always close. Sure, i beat the bitch, both times, but there was barely a midges you know what between us, 'sides, it's not the result that inspires me, it's the way she writes and the content of what she does.

Ok, Kate promo well and truely over and forever consigned to the cyber garbage pile.

So, she gets her raggedy hair into that scrunchie and then, as i start to try and scramble to my feet she pounces on me, grabbing my wrists and flattening me back down onto the carpet.

I hear all the cries of "Ooooh, destroy the bitch Kate"..."Take her apart"....

You start to spew out more rubbish," you know Daniel only sits with you when i'm not around. You are a poor second choice and as there are only two choices that means ya no choice at all" i hiss back

It's then that you release one wrist and drag ya claws down my cheek as you press my face hard against the carpet. I squirm under you in pain, i feel a wetness on my cheek that can only be blood.

Our legs are tangled, you have the advantage of having your body pressing down on mine which limits my options when it comes to retaliating. I do have one hand free though so i ball up my fist and start to drive punch after punch at your face, not easy from the bottom position it's true, but hopefully still effective.

[Erin Lee]

I'll likely be scarred for life with that bitches nails digging deep grooves in my face. I was never too bothered by my looks anyway....as one comedians catch phrase goes..."Am i bovvered...i ain't bovvered" Had black eyes and my perfect straight nose owes it's existence more to a plastic surgeon than mother nature. That being said i guess i am bovvered after all.
My body strains for freedom, pinned down, as i am, under you. The only good thing about this is that you haven't mounted me and your kitty is nowhere near my face, thanks for small mercies. "You nasty bitch, i'm gonna freakin own you" i hiss, which, given my present circumstances makes a few of the assembled titter....as another comedy star used to say..."titter ye not"

So, i ball up my fist and in somewhat approaching desperation i send punch after punch at your face. Now i'm not expecting much by the way of damage from this, i am on the downlow after all but if i can just get you to stop clawing at my face and make you get the hell off me, then i'll settle for that. Gotta admit here, i do enjoy the sensations of bony knuckles on soft noses and lips and i see a smear of blood on my knucks as i draw my fist back for one more shot at that ugly witch.

Clearly this has the desired as you cease clawing and make a grab for my wrist. That ends my fun...yes FUN, despite what was said earlier by my opponent, i do get fun out of fighting....but it ends my fun for now, but my oh my you don't half look a mess. That pound store lipstick smeared all over your face, you face is red with blood, anger and perspiration. Mines just red from nail marks and the heat from your body as it presses down on mine.....anyway, i digress....you grab my wrists and pin them down, kinda puts an end to your attacks too and that's kinda dumb, you musta read Monicas book on how to lose a catfight, i bought a copy to level up a table in the kitchen, it was just the right size, 20 pages with big letters.

You then look to interlace your fingers with mine and we glare at each other. I whisper so the assembled can't cleaqrly hear.."i am so gonna end you this time....bitch"
We rock n roll....come to think of it you do look a bit like Mick Jagger, what in the living hell Daniel sees in you i have no idea, i must remember to take him to get his eyes checked when he reappears. So we struggle, our muscles flexx...reminds me i need to buy spinich...and slowly, still glaring we rise back to our feet.

I feel a sneaky move coming on and it may surprise you that it has nothing to do with Kates kitty, what it does have to do with is a swiftly raised right foot and a vicious kick with the heel of said foot at the inside of Kates left knee. Now if you've ever taken a kick to that area you'll know it not only hurts like a bitch....quite appropriate methinks....but it can also make you feel just a bit nauseas...it's only fair, i've been looking at her face for far too long in this fight already.

[SweetGrace]

Wow this is art!

[jake1990]

Always love watching Erin Lee in action. Go Erin Lee get her.
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[Erin Lee]

After some degree of waffling on the matter, I've decided to throw my hat into the KateA camp. In addition to her quality monologuing and witty rapport (which Erin Lee has in droves as well (just that Kate's lands more to my liking I guess? kudos to both of them, really!)), Kate is the offended party and would as such be relatively incensed and passionate and would fight harder, if maybe more recklessly, which could go well or poorly.

I tend to think "well," as she is an experienced fighter and would use her passion to her advantage. This would only be further backed by the fact that she has yet to win, despite some very close calls, so she will fight harder still, just enough to tip the scales to victory against a relatively (note, relatively) indifferent Erin Lee.

And now i know why you have a profile pic named "The Fool"

[Erin Lee]

I slam my heel into the inside of your knee, you drop to the floor like a felled tree, the only thing missing is someone shouting "TIMBER" The assembled really are not that sharp when it comes to repartee, and all you can come back with is "BITCH" You disappoint me Kate, i at least expected "You fucking tramp" or "Backwoods whore" something a bit more graphic than just "BITCH"

Anywhooo, while you ask someone to fetch you a dictionary i grab a bottle of water from the nearest skank and dab my bloodied face with some of the contents, glugging the rest down and tossing the bottle back to the assembled, i can only hope it clouts Monica on the head.

Back to business. Some cheap shots are what's needed here methinks, and by cheap shots i mean verbals. I look down at you from just slightly outside the range of your arms n legs. "Who was it introduced you to Daniel? It was me you tramp, who's collar does Daniel wear? Mine you slut. Who does Daniel come to when his coat needs a brush, yes, it's me. You may play with Daniel but that is because you are on Daniels level mentally....deny that if you can witch."

I start to stalk around you, a kick to your face would end this right here right now, thing is, i don't want to end this until i've made you suffer. I think even you will have to accept that when i beat you to make it 3-0 to me, you'll have to then accept i not only own Daniel but i own you too.

"C'mon skank, get up n fight"...i glance round to see who it was said that, i suspect it was Ewa but it could have been Monica, that bitch would pay good money to see me get beat up, she'd have to pay someone cos not a chance in hell she could do it herself.

Back to you Kate, i've waited, i've stalled. I'm not gonna pounce on you like you did on me, i want you back on your feet to fight me like the tramp you truely are. So finally i move in and grab a hold of your once silken locks that are now more a tangled mess, hell i could make a door mat out of that hair. As i tangle some of it in my fingers i start to yank you to ya feet. "Reckon you'll have a limp for a few days bitch" i say, smirking, then i go to spin you by your hair with the intention of getting a strike on the assembled as i release you.

[^Bridgette^]

I've watched these two go at it before and when Erin does her thing it's quite possibly impossible to not be captivated by her and her sexiness but I have to admit I am becoming quite enamored with Kate. So forward, confident, mean, rough, skilled. I could go on and on...and don't even get me going on those legs of hers. I find myself unconsciously biting my bottom lip and batting my eyes at her even though she is preoccupied at the moment and can't see me.

[Wicked]

I LOVE when you two tangle!

[Erin Lee]

I can feel the extra determination in your body. Does that even make sense? well it does to me. I can feel how much you want...no want is the wrong word....need, yes that's it, you NEED to beat me. It's not even about Daniel, though Daniel certainly was the instrument that caused the fight, he is still secondary to the real reason you want to fight again. You have a sense of injustice, i know it, you know it and everyone watching knows it. You know you should have beaten me at least once, maybe even both times we fought previously and it's eating you up. You dream of beating me, dream of humiliating me. Don't even try to deny it, we both know it's true.

Nothing between us in this fight so far, you started strong, i've come back a lil. The assembled are enjoying the scrap, i even caught Bridgette drooling as she got a look at your stretched out body. Monica looks at me like a tigress catching sight of her next meal.

I grab you by your hair to haul you back to your feet but you are far from helpless. Lefts and rights beat a tattoo on my breasts and tummy...wait...that should be tummy and breasts....gotta get the anatomy correct...as i lift you. I grunt, groan and jerk with each shot from your nasty lil fists and quickly release your hair aiming instead to just shove you by your shoulders back into the wall.

I back away somewhat and rearrange my breasts back inside my rather skimpy bra, then i crouch a lil and bring up my fists...."wanna fist fight skank?" i hiss as i beckon you to come towards me

[Erin Lee]