[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

From Kate and Ali

So about this catfight poll… this poll will run for two weeks however voting will be locked for the first week and we shall open voting on the 8th November. We will post a reminder about the vote opening at a time closer to the 8th.

So everyone please get the pop corn ready and enjoy the show… this catfight will be spicy

Anyway enough chit-chat…let’s begin.

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We exit Slaughter Mansion via a secret passage and head off to the outskirts of the mansion grounds. Eventually we come to a stop by an overgrown rose garden, here is where we will finally settle things! We stand facing each other, with roughly one meter of water logged ground separating us. With eyes locked this is it…there will be no more funny business, no more flirting! Now is the time to strike, now is the time to see who ruins whose body.

Our smiles get more cruel and sadistic, our fingers twitch as we both eye up each other and begin selecting our first targets. Suddenly a lightning bolt hits the ground in front of us. But this is no ordinary lightning, this was not lightning at all! Someone or something is having a joke at our expense. We both begin moving in slow motion as this song plays loudly from places unknown.

https://youtu.be/F5Hoj29NK5Y?si=cDmGuUHFs4LIL8bG

K-Drama, we’ve both been K-Drama’ed! Oh the indignity of it all! This was to be the start of our war. Instead our bodies, our right hands both move slowly through the air. As they move I think to myself:

“Hmm if I see a cute tiger and a magpie wearing a tiny hat, I’m going to totally lose it!”

Eventually our right hands impact each other’s left cheeks. Maybe it’s the slow motion and the really quite addictive music? But our slaps seem to hit harder than ever. We simultaneously knock each other off our feet and send each other flying backwards (very slowly) through the air. We knock each other approximately five metres back from our starting positions. With cheeks red and burning we sail majestically through the air until finally we begin to fall in slow motion. We even swear in slow motion:

“F—u—c—k—I—n—g  I—m—p” You slowly scream

“C—o—n—c—u—b—I—n—e  W—h—o—r—e” I retort…eventually!

However just when we’re both getting used to our impromptu K-Drama moment the music suddenly stops, gravity reasserts itself and we both land bottom first onto the saturated lawn.

Both of us look stunned, we’re in shock. This was not the dramatic start either of us expected…yet I won’t lie - I kind of enjoyed the moment and hands down. That was the most romantic slap to the face I shall ever deliver or receive. I call out to you and say:

“Heh concubine! You alright Bitch?”

You flick your hair and for a moment my heart beats slower…I feel a flutter. However thankfully your reply snaps me out of my K-Drama relapse:

“I’m fine Imp! Anyway we doing this you fucking slut?”

I stand up and smile, you do the same. We slowly circle each other until the anticipation gets to much and we run head first towards each other. I ready my right hand, as you ready yours. This is it…this is war! Me and Ali are taking this catfight up a level. Everything inside the mansion was fun and games, but out here there are no games to be played. One shall stand and one shall fall, defeat for either of us is unthinkable.

[Alifightz]

Oh the whole K pop drama was..interesting.  And actually the whole slow motion slap things was...ok  it was hot.  The thing is my inner Spock woke up in that LOOOOOOONG moment and gave a full lecture on the IMProbablity of a song affecting space/time in this manner.  Of course I felt him stirring back when you were doing your whole Katie Khan thing back there in the dark.  The whole thing give me an idea.  Now that we are rushing right at each other I drop letting my knee hit the mud.  I slide forward slipping under your right hand and smack my fist into your lower tummy as I squelch by. I'm rewarded with your gasp and a string of inventive curses as you plop down into the mud yourself.  We turn to face each other on hands and knee.  I grin.  "Pretty slow , Imp.  Did you drink down some of that Old Jinn, when I punched you tits in?"  I note with interest that your rubber dress is looking curiously...not rubber as your eyes narrow at me.  You snarl something back at me as we raise our hands like claws and rush back in for another go at it.  I've picked my targets as I have a theory to test about that dress. 

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

I run towards you as fast as I can, I was determined that my hands would reach and grasp hold of your ratty hair first. However you skill fully drop to your knee and use the water logged ground to your advantage. You gracefully slide in the mud and successfully duck my talons while slamming a fist into my stomach. Your blow elicits a grunt of pain from me but I refrain from further comment. However while I did not have much to say about your blow, gravity and the physics of the situation spoke to me an awful lot. With my balance impaired by your cheeky punch, I find myself once again falling to the ground. Water and mud splash upwards as my pert ass impacts terra firma.

Annoyed that you landed the first blow and really quite pissed about landing on my ass again, I wipe my rain soaked hair out of my eyes. Before hitting the ground with both my fists in frustration. You however look at me like the proverbial cat that got the cream, your body language is smug and I hate smug. You then make the mistake about commenting on my dress and mentioning the “Old Jinn”. My nostrils almost flare as you comment about my dress which has been totally ruined by the aforementioned “Old Jinn”. I let my anger get the better of me and I unleash into the following rant:

“Ali you fucking bitch! Look what you and your skank juice did to my dress. My leather is ruined! - it feels flimsy like I’m wearing a summer dress. I never wear summer dresses, I fucking hate summer dresses bitch! I don’t care what I have to do, I don’t care what it’s gonna cost! You’re going to be taught a lesson tonight bitch and by the time I’m done, you will have a new fucking definition of pain! You hear me you god damn whore!”

You acknowledge me with a simple smile and begin to mirror my movements. I get up out of the mud and slowly approach you, naturally your approaching me. We both sneer at each other and then we strike! With you seemingly focused on my dress, your defences were practically non existent. My left hand grabs a handful of your rats nest and I yank your head hard to the left. With the conditions so treacherous you feel as if your going to slip, but a quick adjustment of your body weight avoids this fate. I press my body against yours and as I do so, my boots right heel stamps on your left foot. It skewers your silk slipper and my boots heel drills itself into the sodden earth.

“Fuck!” I think to myself as my own attack pegs me to the ground. However speaking of attack my right hand makes a fist and I plant it cleanly on the left side of your head. You screech more in anger than pain - we struggle and then suddenly we fall. The stiletto heel on my right boot snapped and as I fall, I drag you to the ground with me by left hand in your hair. The sodden ground is as soft as it can be, so our fall was not the most painful experience of our lives. We land side by side on the ground, we stare at each other with utter contempt.

Meanwhile out of the corner of our eyes we both see your silk slipper staked to the ground with what used to be my boots heel. My tongue readies itself to unleash some more poison but your actions put a swift halt to that… as your hands finally grasp hold of my leather dress! I snarl into your face:

“Don’t you fucking dare you..bitch!”

[Bella13]

As the epic war between the two new rivals continues. A figure  brakes out of the darkness and almost runs over Kate and loses Lexibabe who she's been carrying sending her to the soft earth.. She is out of breath and startled. After about 10 minutes of her babbling and trying to calm down. Kate manages to do it. And Bella turns to see Ali and turns a few shades of red as Lexi  gives them all the finger and walks off.

" Oh my God! What the Hell is going on? One minute I'm getting ready for a Halloween party. Next I'm in a mansion and seven levels of Hell is breaking loose. Oh God! I'm so sorry you and Ali are fighting... I'll leave you to it Kate! Be careful this one is tricky she is.,

With that Belladonna walks past Ali and they share a tense glare as Bella leaves as quickly as she arrives. Heading into the misty darkness leaving both confused, but Kate a warning she did not need given the battle in the Mansion, but maybe a "good word" for Ali who knows as it has been a long night for everyone.

[Alifightz]

We are laying side by side in the much...again.  We are glaring at each other and I see your eyes shift to my once beautiful slipper pinned to the earth by your hob nailed heel. At least it somehow missed my foot but it did slip between my toes cutting into my big toe and it neighboring piggy. Judging by the pain I'm likely bleeding which pisses me off.  I got the first blow but you got first blood.  Now I want second blood..and third fourth and fifth too!  AND..you look...smug.  bitch.  "Getting off on that?" I ask.  "Having a little IMP-gasam are you? Don't touch your horn.  Ew."  We lock glares again.  "You know what makes me happy?"  I reach for you bedraggeled dress making you screech  out a warning not to do it.  Well, they are BAT wings, aren't they?   "But I love me a summer dress, Katie.  Especially when it's the B team trailor park trash whore I'm fighting with who's wearing it!"  I pull on that dress and to my glee it does what every China produced Wal-Mart summer dress does when wet...it stretches.  I know you shout and reach for my top as I shake yours.  I hear the sound of ripping fabric as we start to roll through the muck  I swing a fist to the side of your head taking one back from you and I drop a knee toward your groin as we fight like hell.  Seems right somehow.  "You said something about pain, you little cxnt!?"

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Side by side in the mud and water we glare at each other and with my warning still ringing in your ears, which you of course promptly ignore. I soon feel the fabric of my dress being tugged on by both of your shrivelled old hands. (If anyone has ever watched the Dark Crystal, Ali has Skeksis hands and in fact…she looks the one too). Naturally I scream in your face:

“Let the fuck go of my dress you bitch”

Which of course you promptly ignore and instead you talk trash about my dress and make some jibe about it being a cheap Chinese summer dress from Walmart. Your shrill words infuriate me and my hands reach for the top of your Concubine costume. Now it’s your turn to scream at me to let go and now I get to promptly ignore you. We both pull hard on each other’s outfits and I hear and feel my dress stretching, I can only assume you feel a similar sensation?

But then we start rolling in the mud and rain water and soon I take a punch to the side of my head.

“Fucking bitch!” I snarl as I ready my nails to claw your face, when suddenly I feel your knee head towards my crotch. It was a good shot and I feel like vomiting almost as your knee smashes into my inside right thigh with the follow through hitting my kitty hard. I bite my bottom lip at the pain reverberates through my body. With my heart filled with rage. My left hand grabs a handful of mud which I shove in your face! You shut your eyes just in time to avoid any impairment, which gives me an opportunity. I hook my left calf around your right calf and with my right hand still buried in your top. I start a roll and manage to stop it with me straddled across your crotch.

I look down at you and sneer: “I’ve been looking forward to this you fucking concubine whore!”

My right hand lets go of your top and I begin to slap your face, again and again I slap you. But as I slap you, I notice my dress has released its cosy tight hug around my body and my left breast is a firm and visible target.

[Alifightz]

The fight is really heating up now and I'm on my back a position and caertain imp is much more familiar with I'm sure.  Maybe it's a trick of the light but as I look up at Kate where she looms over me with her crotch sitting right over mine I wonder why she isn't saying "Gollum  Gollum!"  Thos who know Lord of the Rings will get it.  Orr maybe it's the repeated slaps to my face rocking my head back and forth, back and forth.  I'm shouting calling her names which she seems to enjoy and desperately clawing for her hair. I tug with one hand and she keeps slapping.  The I remember and my left hand grabs that right horn and pinches down.  I the resulting mayhem. I see that my top is yes stretched out and ripped in place and now longer want to cover my perky 32c chest and then I spot my target.  Kate's pert breast beckons to my right fist and I swing up hard. then for more fun I latch onto it and pull her hair, shaking.  My head is aching and spinning a bit from the hard slaps and my lip is split. 

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

How do I describe the thrill, the level of sheer delight I feel about slapping the smug smile of that bitches face? It’s more fun than having a quickie with the grooms brother behind his wife’s back in the honeymoon suite of the wedding reception. I know, I know…it’s a slutty analogy for sure. But I wanted something my concubine friend here could relate too, as she is the proverbial village bicycle - everyone gets to ride. Except she is the modern twist…Ali is the metropolitan city bicycle! Yes, she’s that much of a whore, the city named a sexual disease clinic after her!

However enough about Ali, there will be plenty of time to dish and tell everyone about her scandalous sex life later. With her still beneath me the bitch begins to pull on my hair and my scalp burns in pain. I grit my teeth and keep on slapping the bitch! I’m in control and I feel comfortable but the bitch goes for my horns and omg <Censored> it’s absolute chaos and as I fight shall we say my inner demons. Ali sends a fist crashing into my exposed breast. My face turns red and my eyes water, I screech:

“Ow you fucking concubine bitch!” You smile in response and soon your talons dig into my firm globe and you begin to twist and pull on my nipple. The pain is excruciating and I find myself rolling to the side and in the melee that follows, you end up straddled across my crotch. I spit in your face as water begins to pool around my eyes.

[Alifightz]

Well, I guess those cute little horns have their uses after all.  They do seem to cause some...distraction.  But it did allow me to wipe the smug off her face again!  I even got her off the top of me though there was a brief but intense melee contesting the change of position.  Nials and fists flashed back and forth but the remaining horn distraction helped me come out On top.  Literally with my crotch right over hers.  Whcih is concerning as the UN considers Kate's crotch a weapon of mass destruction.  We won't speak of her time as mascot of the USS Nimitz.  But the USS Enterprise...NCC-1701?? you ask.  No.  D?  E?  no.  CV6.  In any case I am on top and she spit on me uselessly as the rain just washed it right off.  I just laughed and continued  my assault on her breast...and yanked down the other side of her dress to target the other.  "You're gonna like this....NOT!!"  TWIST!!

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

I lay on my back in the rain and begin to feel myself sink a little into the mud. Clearly my concubine friend over indulged at the Halloween party and has put on a few pounds. I sneer at you and utter:

“Get off me you fucking fat slag!”

Naturally you ignore me and instead start ranting about how I’m a weapon of mass destruction. Which honestly is a bit rich coming from the human petri dish that is Ali! Honestly that raging whore has turned her body into one sick and twisted science experiment. She is the stuff of nightmares, in fact if people cast their minds back to when the Simpsons was entertaining. Mr. Burn’s went to the Mayo clinic and was told he was the sickest man alive, with every disease known to man and woman which were some how thriving inside him and cancelling each other out. Well that episode was totally inspired by Ali. Ali is Mr Burn’s!

Anyway I shall talk more about Ali’s shameful life later…now I need to kick her skank ass. Which honestly is something I should be taking more seriously, I especially think this is the case when the bitch yanks my dress down and exposes my right breast. We both knew exactly what was coming and soon her nails dug into both my breasts. The fucking bitch clawed and twisted my nipples, as I screamed in pain:

“Oww you fucking bitch, I’m going to fuck you up…Ow, Ow, Oww!” I scream.

However talk is cheap and incidentally so is Ali! So it’s time for action! My left hand once again grabs a handful of mud which I hurl in Ali’s face. Once again she shuts her eyes in time which was great for dealing with the mud, but was not so good for dealing with my right fist which smashes her cleanly and squarely in the nose! With this shot Ali’s pride and joy, her sweet sixteen nose job is going to need a little work. A small trickle of blood mixes with the mud and as you deal with the pain of that blow, I buck and thrust with my hips like I’m the possessed Regan from the exorcist. You respond by squeezing me with your thighs as you desperately try to hold on or is it perhaps you’re just enjoying the ride? Either way we will soon learn whether or not if you were able to hang on.

[Alifightz]

My NOSE!!  The little bitch hit my nose !This is war now.  I cling to her with my legs the petri dish right over the WMD that is Kate's kitty.  There's no reaction as least.  Not yet as our oufits are still more or less intact in the lower reaches.  I grab onto that hair as let her bounce around making it easier to pull. I scoop up and glob of the mud and splat it does into Kate's face.  She turns her head of course in time to get a quick look at the fist bashing across that eye.  "FUCK YOU!!" I shout as I grab her hair my nails at her scalp as we both pull hair readying our fists and claws as we pull each other in.  I note with concern that my torn and sheer top has slipped down to my waist.  Well, shit.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

“Thunder thighs holds on!” I could actually imagine that being the title of an old Hollywood “B” movie. But in this case it accurately describes the situation as my catfight with that disgusting concubine whore continues. With her nose now out of joint… things are just beginning to get spicy.

Still with your hands in my hair you ride my bucking and thrusting hips like a rodeo clown. You’re clearly having the ride of your life, which considering your vast experience… I shall take this as a compliment. Still my scalp stings, my teeth grit and my eyes water. But then the inevitable occurs and you thrust a handful of mud into my face, my eyes avoid any contamination and with that I win a place in the Guinness book of world records as the only human being to ever avoid contamination by typhoid Ali.

But my joy is short lived as your fist comes crashing down into my eye.

“Arhh you fucking bitch!” I screech but then you unleash more as your nails dig into my hair and you begin to tear at the roots. My hands reach for your scalp as well, I dig in and pull just as hard. The pain is etched across your face, as it is across mine. However your turn as “Thunder Thighs - The Rodeo Clown” has resulted in your top coming loose and your breasts are exposed to the crisp cold November air. Your nipples are already rock hard, you will blame the weather - but we both know you’re hard for me.

Suddenly my left hand relinquishes its grasp of your hair and instead I dig my nails into your right breast. I drill into your firm flesh and your face extorts in pain, but as I twist that nipple you sound like a screaming banshee. Naturally you’re distracted by the introduction of this new pain which stimulates so cruelly your nervous system, that you don’t notice my right fist until it smashes cleanly once again into your nose. My blow combined with my bucking and thrusting is too much for old thunder thighs and you slide off me into the water and mud. During this movement my attack on your breast comes to an end and you release your hold on my hair as well.

We both take a moment to shake off the damage inflicted so far as we slowly move to a seated position. Our eyes lock as we catch our breath and we sneer at each other. Still as we survey our own and each other’s damage, we can’t resist the opportunity for a little girl chat.

Ali wastes no time in calling me…

[Alifightz]

...bitchwhoreslutcxntskankslag and all around asshole.  All the obvious ones.  I say obvious because ti's Kate we're talking about and she's all those wrapped into one diabolical package.  She treats me to a string of names that I'm sure we'll hear about soon.  She takes mine as compliments.  I dig out "Cumdumpster."  It makes her giggle and touch her left horn.  Ew.  I don't get her eyes to narrow until I break out" p'tahk" (If Storm is reading this he no doubt has a Klingon to English dictionary.  He doesn't really need it.)  We glare sullenly at each other sizing up the damage down as we each try to stuff our injured girls back under our sodden tops, for all the good it will do.  "Be careful, dear." I say with mock concern.  "You nipples look very happy to see me."  I wait for her to blame the weather.  We both bear claw marks on our faces from the quality time we spent in the mansion.  I fancy I can see some swelling around that eye.  Kate looks smug seeing me bpinch the bridge of my nose to slow the bleeding.  "What have you got against my nose anyway, bitch?"  I glare at her then I look contrite.  "How is your eye?"  I manage to  hold the expression for a beat.  "I only ask because I hope it hurts like Hell..."  Our fingers twitch..

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

My ears burn and my face contorts with anger as you begin to rant like an hysterical bitch at a Walmart Black eye Friday event. Sitting in the mud and the pouring rain, I feel my blood almost rage with anger. You call me every name you can think of and even resort to the use of Klingon. Well now it’s my turn…

“Fucking cum sucking bitch!” I snarl at you however I’m rudely interrupted by the sound of Slaughter Mansion collapsing in the background. I look at you and we both sort sigh and facepalm our foreheads in unison. The inevitable has finally occurred, rancid whores should never be rewarded with explosives for turning tricks… men please take note of this! Anyway, where was I? Arhh yes now I remember.

“Ali” I snarl… “Ali you fucking cum sucking bitch! I honestly have never met a more disgusting whore in my life (Which is a total lie, She who trades fucks for explosives has you well beat, but let’s gloss over that). You’re nothing more than a shameless slut, an ugly slag who for fuck sakes needs to learn some self control. Look at the state of you? You dress like chav! You smell like a whore! And you’ve turned yourself into a sick and twisted science experiment - you’re every fucking biological weapon designers wet dream!”

You then mention your nose and I snap back:

“Don’t take that personally Ali, I hate every inch of you. And I’m going to fuck the rest of you up…just like I did your fake ass nose bitch!”

Our discussions continue and we both get into a raging argument about our nipples, which only ends when you suddenly ask me about my eye.

I respond to your dumb ass question about whether or not it hurts by spitting at you. This act triggers us both and we reach out and grab hold of each other’s hair and pull. On our knees in the mud and rain we pull each other’s hair at the roots, while our chests rub and press together. This action loosens your top and my dress and our nipples finally collide. As they do we both feel our nails almost twitch with excitement as they continue for now playing their part in pulling out each other’s hair.

[Alifightz]

"Gawd, try to be nice to a cum eating, carpet munching wannbe demonic cumwhore..."  I'm cut off my your claws ripping into my hair and trying to rip it out.  Our poor saturated tops...yours is saturated with Old Jinn, of course, slip down and we eagerly slam our breasts into each other as we tear at hair.  Our tits are grinding our nipples trying to bend or invert each other as they play...I pulls back on your hair with a sudden vicious twist trying to make you look up as I push into your even harder as I try to push you right back down into the muck.  I really want to say something clever but my roots are screaming and drowning out my thoughts.