[marlu Queen]

without losing attention to the fight between these two bitches, the only thing I want is for them to ruin each other, neither of them is better than me...

Please Marlu, catfighting is a game for the young! So why don’t you go and crochet something you jealous old crone!

That comment makes me take part in the fight... while Erin drags Kate by the hair... I kicked that bitch Kate in the legs

“Ow you dirty old skank…how dare you kick me bitch!” I snarl.

Turning my head towards the Crochet Queen, I hiss:

“When I’m done with Erin, you and me are going to have a little chat…bitch!”

Meanwhile my scissor hold slackens just a little leaving Erin at no risk of losing consciousness however her escape of my clutches will take some effort.

I accept... you bitch...

[Erin Lee]

As i struggle to my knees Kate is there waiting but one of the assembled gives her a swift kick up her more than ample rump. Now i don't for a single moment think this was to help me, although i think i need help, no, it's because this person wants to fight with Kate. Far be it from me to get in the way of this side show, cos that is exactly what it will be. Kates attention turns to this interloper who i now know to be Marlu Queen, self styled no doubt with a very inflated sense of her own worth. I mean, getting involved in someone elses fight just ain't done, but she did, so she has and i'm sure even Kate will be able to straighten her out.

Seems Kate isn't intending to fight her now however as her attention turns back to me. What have i been doing while Kates attention was on Marlu, well you can guess, i was straightening my bra and trying to recover from the cheap shot to my kitty.

Kate is quick to get back on the attack, grabbing my hair and hauling me forwards while pulling my head down. Her long legs wrap around my head and she starts to squeeze. My arms and to a certain extent my legs start to flail around as i desperately seek a way out of this situation. I hear Kate and Marlu continue their arguement. Hell, Kates attention isn't even fully on me and yet she still has me in a vice like head scissors

I feel the pressure on my head slacken for some reason and i start to slap at her thighs. My head is burning and no doubt red as a beetroot, i need to escape this nasty hold and quickly. So i stop with the slaps and instead dig my nails intp the back of your thighs, ripping them down your flesh in a desperate attempt to free myself

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

What a fucking Bitch! No not Erin, the other fucking bitch! Marlu the crochet Queen. I’m going to tear apart that old skank and claw my name onto the face!

“Sure you can spell it Kate?” Giggle the dear readers.

“Oh ha hardy ha” I say sarcastically reply

However that tart can wait, as right now it’s all about Erin and my Daniel. I refuse to let Erin steal Daniel from me and be under no doubt, I’m steadfast in my resolve - Erin is going down! Anyway with Erin’s head trapped between my thighs (Oh in another life this would have a whole other meaning) I maintain my hold of Erin. While other bitches in my position would be screaming at Erin to give, I won’t insult her or waste my time by asking.

Instead I just put my hand in my jeans pocket and pull out a tab of my favourite cherry flavour gum and begin to chew it. Our beloved friends and even our dear readers all have the same thought. Just who the fuck does this bitch think she is? Yes, casually chewing gum in the middle of a catfight while scissoring your rivals head between your thighs, it’s a little much, it’s a little cocky to say the least.

“Isn’t this too much Kate?” Say our dear readers

“Oh have faith!” I simply say before sending them a cryptic smile.

Mean while between my thighs Erin’s tongue..Oh no wait, Wrong story! Mean while between my thighs Erin’s hands begin to slap at them. Her blows sting but not enough to encourage me to release my hold of her. But then the claws come out and she buries her nails into my thigh’s and I scream in pain.

“Arhhh you fucking bitch! Ow ow…Ow!!

*Time out* call the dear readers, “you were wearing jeans were you not Kate?” They ask.

“I was wearing ripped jeans and Erin just skilfully found a tear and dug her nails in. So if you don’t mind, may we please be allowed to continue our catfight Uninterrupted.”

*shakes my head at the dear readers*

Now where was I? Are yes…”Ow Ow Ow!! I scream as you continue to burrow into the flesh of my shapely thigh. The pain is unbearable and soon my legs are forced a release you. I roll away from you as you take a moment to get on all fours in readiness to get back on your feet. However I’m not done with you, I crawl the short distance over to you. Our eyes lock and as they do, I grab the gum out of my mouth and with my right hand…I place it in your hair! I begin to knead it in with my fingers, a few seconds was all I needed to make a right mess. I then let go and simply stand up…a deadly silence fills the room. Satisfied with my deed, I begin to laugh before I take a few steps back and await your furious assault.

Has Kate signed her own death warrant with cherry flavoured gum? Is Erin’s anger at this schoolgirl style bitchy behaviour off the charts? Will we need new charts? Has anyone ever put gum in Erin’s hair before?

Tune in tomorrow for the next exciting episode of “We need to talk about Daniel.” - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

[marlu Queen]

I follow the fight carefully and I see the dirty movement of that bitch Kate, as expected... Erin is not a friend of mine, in fact... we have already fought on other occasions, but Kate's movement burying the gum in Erin's hair is like being a bad whore...

[Ivanna (Holly) Garner]

Omg two of the best and two of my favorites

[Erin Lee]

Clawing away at Kates legs, so frazzled by the headscissors i didn't even notice she was wearing jeans, good job they were somewhat ripped or my clawing would be somewhat useless. However, i did manage to access the flesh of those long thighs and my clawing gets the desired response, my head pops free as you squeal and do your best to get away from me.

I'd have thought after our first two scraps, keeping well away from me is what you would have preferred, but no, ever a glutton for punishment, back you come again to test my desire to fight. I have to admit here and now i'm slowly but surely getting worn down. I do love a good fight but there is only so much fighting a bitch can do in any given period before her body and mind start to lose their abilities to fight back. I think after this has ended i'll join the assembled, grab a chair and a nice long cool glass of something alcoholic and watch Kate and Marlu tear lumps out of each other. That's if Kate is still able to walk, ain't no promises of that happening.

Where was i?...oh yes, just scarred her thighs and got me noggin free. I notice my breasts are once again making a break from the confines of my bra...oh sod it, i can't be assed putting them back this time. We are on our knees facing each other. I'm a bit more worn down i reckon after having my head squeezed and i react way too slowly as you crawl on your knees towards me. You have some gum, gawd knows where that came from but i know where it ends up, in my silken locks, that's where. Now that's pure filth, no other words do it justice. What low like bitch would tangle someones hair in chewing gum...or chuddy as we call it here. After doing the dirty deed you scuttle backwards, prolly the smartest move you've made in a while. I reach up into my hair and find it matted in gum, i sniff my fingers and get the smell of cherry, not even a flavour i like.

In anger i lurch up to my feet and rush at you, this time it's not my nails you need to watch out for but my fists, i start windmilling my arms, lefts and right headed in your direction but not with any particular skill or aim, just a desire to hurt you and make you suffer for what you just did

[MilfMaria]

How do you even vote for one over the over, these two set the cyberfighting bar so high!! I bow down to you both!!

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

I’m the cat that got the cream

Seeing the look of shear horror on Erin’s face as she realises and comes to terms with what I did to her hair. It’s simply thrilling and yes; this whole episode with the gum is also quite pointless. No amount of gum in Erin’s hair is going to help me win the catfight.

“Then why do it?” Ask our puzzled dear readers?

I smile as I reply:

“Why I did it for the lols. Also I think the bitch deserves it for not liking cherry flavoured gum. If I was queen of the world, not liking Cherry would be a capital offence!”

However those of you who know me well, know when I’m lying - like right now. I didn’t do it for lols, I did it to get under the bitch Erin’s skin. As the bitch who loses her cool, tends to lose the catfight. So when I see Erin lunge towards me with her fists flailing in the air with grace of a drunken Steph; I knew it was mission accomplished. So it’s only natural I charge at Erin myself and like her I channel my inner drunken Steph.

*Time Out*

“Kate, what happened to those who lose their cool. Lose the catfight?” Screams our now exasperated dear readers.

“Oh it’s true…but losing your cool in a catfight is so much fun…now if you excuse me; I have Erin’s hair to rip out”

Finally we clash, your right fist clocks me hard on the left side of my head. While my right hits your head in a similar place, at a similar time. We both shudder and grunt in anger but remain firmly vertical. We begin to trade punches and with neither of us thinking about defence, we both wildly punch each other in the head. Our blows are all over the place in terms of strength, but we don’t care! We’re having fun!

Now Erin might not admit it but we’ve definitely reached a point in our catfight where we both must give in to our more animalistic instincts. I’ve really fucked with your hair today and no way are you going to let that slide without getting even. So it’s no surprise to anyone when we both bury our hands in each other’s hair and…

“Ew Erin…what the fuck have you got in your hair? Oh silly me….IT’S MY GUM!!!” I hiss

So it’s no surprise to anyone when we both bury our hands in each other’s hair and begin to pull with all our might.

*Ten minutes and much screaming later*

“Rip…Rip…RIP!!!” Chant our most beloved friends as we continue to pull and drop clumps of each other’s hair onto floor. However I must say there is a bright side to this moment…If this catfight were to ever go in front of a judge, we’ve now both got a solid temporary insanity plea as a defence

But then, like a bolt of magical lightning came a moment both myself and Erin will never forget. It was the shock of our life’s, our beloved friends *Gulp* said something sensible *Gulp*

“Won’t you two just fucking hit each other already!” Our beloved friends scream…it’s then Erin…

What will Erin do? How much hair do Kate and Erin have left? Do Kate and Erin really have a credible insanity plea?

Tune in tomorrow for the next exciting episode of “We need to talk about Daniel.” - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Well how’s everyone enjoying the catfight?

Hopefully me and Erin have lived up to peoples expectations

Anyway with time rapidly running out, it’s almost time for you fence sitter’s to show your hands and vote for either Me or Erin. I know it’s a tough choice, but please vote

Also girls…you’re letting down the sisterhood! This is your perfect chance to say snide and bitchy comments about myself and Erin - don’t waste it!

Xoxo
Kate

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Pulling for Erin in this one. You got this, girl.

Red heads have the worst taste.

[DemonicGriever8O8]

No matter how much more I read, my mind's been made up since the beginning.

Erin wins this.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

So with slightly just over one and a half days left to vote, it still anyone’s catfight…it really is.

So please just vote!

Vote for Erin, Vote for me. Simp for Erin, Simp for me. Hate on Erin, Hate on me.

But just promise me one thing…have fun

Xoxo
Kate

[Erin Lee]

I have always thought....yes, i can think Kate, that spending copious amounts of energy pulling someones hair in a catfight is such a waste of energy when you could be doing something useful, like gouging their face or attacking their boobs. Kate has changed my mind however, yanking on her hair and hearing her squeals of protest will do that to a girl. Mind you, having that same bitch do the same to me isn't my idea of fun. The only good thing to come out of that lil bout of hair pulling is that Kate managed, though no doubt not on purpose, to yank that gum from my hair.

Then one of the assembled, no doubt as bored with hair pulling as i am, starts to shout requesting that we hit each other already. No way we can ignore such a polite request and it would appear that Kate feels the same way. I clock her noggin with a right and she returns the favour. We stagger around the room, sweat coating our bodies, both breathing so hard you could be forgiven for thinking you were in the presence of a couple of steam locomotives.

Clearly we can't continue this fight for much longer, we are both out on our feet. Time to try and end this bitch so i move closer to her, my cool long since melted. I grab at her boobs through her top n bra and begin to pull n twist. The main move here though is when i yank on her boobs, i try and get her to lower her head so my rapidly lifting right knee will smack her on that already out of shape hooter.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

The thing is about pulling on another girls hair, it’s a sort of therapy. Don’t look at me like that, it’s true. It’s like having a sheet of bubble wrap and spending a relaxing afternoon to casually popping the bubbles. However in this case instead of popping bubbles, we’re trying to pull out each other’s hair. Granted this therapy session has the major drawback of losing your own hair, And yes this can be a problem. That’s why it’s important to just pull harder and have a really good hair stylist on speed dial.

Also in the case of myself and Erin, I’m happy to report we did the sisterhood proud and left each other with a few areas of the scalp that will make our hair stylists wince. Speaking of which…Erin, are you free Monday to get your hair and nails done with me? Also there’s that new boutique in town, they have some really cute dresses that I’m sure will look amazing on us - we simply must check them out.

*Exasperated dear readers resort to alcoholism*

“What!!! Me and Erin are only catfighting over Daniel. Yes, Daniel is super, super important to the both of us. But it’s not as if we’re fighting over an engagement ring? Me and Erin will be drinking gin together and watching Netflix on the sofa with Daniel on our laps by the end of Saturday At the latest”.

Anyway all good things must come to an end and this catfight is sadly running out of steam. We’ve both been on our feet for too long, we’re both bruised, bleeding and scratched. Oh and *Giggle* who could forget the hair    Also on top of that, we’ve got to get our apartment sorted out for Daniel’s return. So let the games begin…

With us both recovered from the shock of our beloved friends saying something sensible, it is Erin who strikes my noggin first with her fists. My fists connect with her noggin only seconds later and we trade blows for a while, but with our bodies screaming at us “Enough!”. We soon find ourselves staggering and slowly we drift apart. But as our eyes lock we both remember why we’re doing this and with a final release of anger we throw ourselves together for the last time. Erin grabs hold of my top and bra, she try’s to grasp her Skeksis like hand around my breast and while she struggles to sink her claws in. She does get a good enough grip to yank my upper body down and position my head for her knee. She thrusts her knee towards my face, however this time I use my forearm’s to shield my face and deflect the worst of her blow away from my cute little nose.

I grunt in pain as my forearms take a battering and screech at Erin:

“Arhh you fucking cxnt!”

Still if Erin is anything she is persistent and those knees keep on coming, with my options limited I decide on a little payback and furiously I raise and them thrust my right foot into the side of Erin’s left knee. Erin’s knee’s to my forearm’s begin to slow and falter, I thrust my foot into her knee again. Then suddenly…the telephone rings, we leave it for the answerphone to pick up and soon we hear the voice of Jack:

“Hi, Erin, Hi Kate…me and Daniel will be on our way over within the next couple of hours. I hope you two had fun painting each other’s nails? Bye”

With my arms quivering in pain! With Erin’s knee beginning to buckle! It’s clear that one of us is going to end up knocked on her ass….but who?

Will Erin’s knee smash through Kate’s defence and bludgeon her undeniably cute nose? Will Kate take out Erin’s knee and fall her like a giant redwood? Who does Daniel truly belong too? What the hell is a Skeksis?

Tune in tomorrow for the exciting conclusion of “We need to talk about Daniel.” - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

[Erin Lee]

The bitch has taken a leaf out of my own book, the book of Horrid Moments in Catfights. Kick after kick to the inside of my knee, this added to the length and severity of our fight has me wobbling and ready to pack my bags and quit. But something inside me just won't let me do that, as long as i have a reason to fight then i'll fight. Trying to knee Kate in the face, the boobs, the...hell, trying to knee her anywhere is getting more and more difficult as my standing leg is weakened with each blow of her foot. The assembled are now arguing amongst themselves, it's more than possible further fights will break out amongst them.

Will this be the last fight between Kate and myself, i very much doubt that but it'll take me and possibly Kate too quite a while to get over this fight. As enjoyable as it is to fight her (and beat her) my body is saying "Stop you silly bitch"

So despite me not being willing to stop fighting, my body and brain are saying conflicting things. I let go of Kates bra and top and back away to flop down in a nearby comfy chair. Never have i felt such relief just to be sitting down. My body is bathed in sweat, cut, bruised...there are bald patches on my burning scalp that will take weeks to grow out, i have the makings of a black eye, a face that looks like a rail car ran over it and i'm far from sure i'll be able to walk unaided back to my room.

Daniel is mine, of that there can be no doubt but by way of compromise i look up at Kate..."I'm done and whether you will admit it or not Daniel is mine. BUT, let's leave this to Daniel, whoever he goes to when he comes home is the winner and will forever more be Daniels owner"

And to all those skanks (no offence intended) Sadie and Marlu, if you even dream of owning Daniel, i shall hunt you down and reduce you to quivering wrecks before either of you get your mits on MY boy (offence intended).

To the assembled that cheered for me, i didn't buy that for a moment bitches, you'd cheer for anyone that's winning a fight, don't think i didn't hear your same voices cheer for Kate when she had me down.

Kate upped her game when she fought me, she upped her game...so up yours!!