[stormbolt7]

The original poll began with 21 ladies ..... by the end of it. Six of these ladies ended in a tie..

Maybe if it was only two we could let it stand that way.. YET code of the West. We have got to give the ladies a chance to settle this out between them.

THAT said ...
We have that newcomer into town MIstyCats making trouble for everyone nicely!!
We have that lusty blonde JoAnn C showing she can kick it up while fighting!!
We have a Lioness named Gladys showing some claws here!!
We have the one and only FightingBrook making a name for herself!!
We have the Shapely Shelly Gibble making her way to the finals in style!!
We have Denise Pope hanging tough, and making the final group as well!!

LADIES ... with six of you, giving it 12 days.. so in essence 2 days a piece, to speak your peace, and settle this hear CATFIGHT!!

Ok folks making it a bit tougher on you.. drinks at the bar you can buy many as you want. YET this round hear.. only giving you a single vote each... so hoping adding that odd number, will help settle this tie!!

The sky is clear.. the town is rocking from the action already, and time we get down to this!!
AGAIN listed in order ladies entered poll.
Photos in order.
MistyCats
JoAnn C
Lioness Gladys
FightingBrook

Storm
 

[stormbolt7]

Here are the other 2 ladies..
Shelly Gibble
Denise Pope

[Mistycats]

After one heck of a brawl by all us ladies, it has come down to this. Myself vs 5 other women in the battle for Tombstone. I may be new here, but I'm not going down without a fight. I will rule Tombstone and drag these other 5 out of town 1 by 1 behind my horse. Let's do it ladies.

[charlie41]

Gladys wins this one !!!

[FightingBrook]

My ears hurt as three squealing high pitch blondes are having a hissyfit with one another.,, One might call it a babble of blondes... Denise saves my ears by launching herself at  them and taking them all down… One blonde needs to be added to the pile… I am all set to boot her in the rear which I can’t miss – something about being able to hit the broadside of a barn only this is her broadside – but am not sure she will end up there… Back up about five steps as she watches the action… Run at her and tackle her around the waist… Drive her and me right into the pile of sprawled women… Six of us on the floor all jockeying for position and trying to figure out whom to go after nest… This is my kind of fight…

[Wrestlerjunkee]

Misty has my vote!

[Mistycats]

Gladys is a fool if she thinks that my big little sis Misty is going to think I have attacked her….She knows I I’ve her back just like she has mine. Still as my fist is flying towards the back of her head I can’t be sure….Before I find out a Mac truck hits me and squashes me on the floor. Damned good thing her weight is distributed over three of us….Just getting ready to get up and go after Gladys for being such a sneaky, dirty fighter trying to stir things up between Misty and me…..KERPLOP! another fat assed bitch falls among us with my mortal enemy Brook on her back….I am in a quandary as I don’t know whether to go after that classless slut, Gladys, or the very evil Brook…..Maybe I wait and see what Misty does just in case she needs some help….If things go right she and I will be the last ones standing and either fight it out or share the shoot out win….

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Damn, was hoping I could take the weekend off after a nasty fight with some Silk Sluts. Fortunately I had Heidi to bail me out so I am not as tired as I thought I would be.

Luckily I seen Gladys behind my sis Jo and trying to stir up the action between us, as she knows we are a force to be reckoned with here. But before anything can take place we are all on the floor surprisingly from Denise in her bowling technique. I find my back pressed up against Jo as I look over and see Gladys in front of me. Quickly reaching out and grabbing her hair, rolling over on top of her as I scream and just begin ripping into her hair. My body grinding all over yours and mounting up on your stomach, sending a few hard slaps to your face. "You should know better than to try and start trouble here girl." Seeing Jo out of the corner of my eye, knowing she's got her hands full as well.

[Mistycats]

    Things get real confusing real quick as all of us are on the floor scrambling around. Mistycats wastes little time in clearing things up. She’s a lightweight at only 110 pounds but fights fiercely to make up for him diminutive stature. That is she is diminutive in everything except het chest. Her ribcage is bigger and mine at 38” to 35”  and has the same cup sizes as me, a D-cup. I suspect there may be some stuffing in her boobs but not sure. I intend to find out sooner or later, hopefully sooner.
    Mistycats clears the picture up by grabbing my hair and forcing me onto my back. At first she grinds her body on mine. The look in her eyes says “My tits are better than yours,” Gawd, she is as stupid as she looks. Then she straddles me and starts slappin my face. I glance over to make sure JoAnn can’t come to her aid. Happy to see she has her own problems. I bring my right leg up and hook it around her just above her tits. Pull her over backward but not before I grab her white top fastened just under her boobs like a pushup bra would be. Rip it open as she falls back between my legs. Watch her jugs flop free and bounce around but still can’t decide if they are real enough. I sit up and we end up with my body between her skinny legs and her body between my strong legs. She is on her back with her butt but on me as my legs are gripping her from behind her back. I reach down and grab her boobies. Not so much as to squeeze them but more exploratory to see what is there. 

I am surprised by your flexibility and quickness as you slide your leg around and push me off you, feeling my top come ripping off in your hands. Not afraid to fight topless in the least, as a top kat should be. I can feel my legs around yours and yours around me as you grip my boobs, feeling you just inspecting them for some reason. Thinking to myself, she just wants to feel me up, and that's going to be her demise. Balling my fist up and swinging hard, sending a punch right against your nose as I hear you shriek in pain and fall backwards. Quickly sliding around so I'm to your side and clamping my hands on your boobs and digging my nails in, letting them carve deep into your girls as the howls of pain come from your mouth. Hissing at you, "Mine's real bitch, just so you know." Growling as my naked boobs shake while I'm squeezing yours. 

[Mistycats]

I am surprised by your flexibility and quickness as you slide your leg around and push me off you, feeling my top come ripping off in your hands. Not afraid to fight topless in the least, as a top kat should be. I can feel my legs around yours and yours around me as you grip my boobs, feeling you just inspecting them for some reason. Thinking to myself, she just wants to feel me up, and that's going to be her demise. Balling my fist up and swinging hard, sending a punch right against your nose as I hear you shriek in pain and fall backwards. Quickly sliding around so I'm to your side and clamping my hands on your boobs and digging my nails in, letting them carve deep into your girls as the howls of pain come from your mouth. Hissing at you, "Mine's real bitch, just so you know." Growling as my naked boobs shake while I'm squeezing yours.  

   I am surprised at your being surprised by my flexibility and quickness. Guess you aren’t familiar with my background. I am not surprised by your response as I know you are a quick fighter who can be nasty and who will go all out. I was too gentle with you and just exploring your tits. Won’t make that mistake again. Knowing how tough you fight is no consolation to  my bleeding nose feel any better. I hope the blood drips all over you.
     “Ayyeeoowwww!!!!” you really dig your nails into my breasts. You must have sharpened them to have the sharpness nails in the fight. I am on my back with you leaning over me and mauling my breasts (at least I think that is the position). I can brutalize tits just as well or better than you. I use my leg and arm opposite you to roll into you. We are now each on our sides. I take my hand towards the ceiling, ball up my fist and smash you right on the temple. Then send both hands flying to your boobs. Curl my fingers in and start twisting, pinching, and shaking your boobies all around. “So you want to match claws with a lioness, eh?”

Quickly being rolled to our sides as I still have my hands cutting deep into your titflesh, loving the sounds coming from your mouth as I rip into them. Then all the sudden I feel a hard blow against my head, making my eyes water and letting a groan escape my mouth. Getting a taste of your power and then feeling the pain raking through my body as you grab ahold of my boobs and start to work. I hear your nasty lil comment and grit my teeth together as my boobs feel like they're on fire. Spouting back at you, "You're tangling with the wrong bitch here hon." I release my death grip on your boobs and wrap one hand around the back of your head, the other dips low as I pull your head down and fire my fist up, crushing it into your nose again as I hear your moan and feel your hands release my boobs. Jerking your hair with one hand as I fire another uppercut, this time into your clawed boobs, making them snap upwards towards your face.

[Mistycats]

    I am dumbfounded by your second smash to my nose. I would have though that someone who is a “cover model” would want to stay away from ruining faces. I can handle the pain from the boob smash but my eyes are filled with tears from my damaged nose. In a fit of anger I am really to smash your face to smithereens. Then I calm down. This is a fight but I don’t want to end your career. 
    But I can’t fight with without being able to see. I hear some cowboy come in order a bottle of whiskey. That is just what I need. I manage to wedge my feet up and push on your belly with one and pussy with the other. A rather hard push which I know you feel. My main purpose is to push you away. I get up and wipe my eyes to restore some sight. Wlak over to the table where two cowpokes (have you ever seen anyone actually poke a cow,?). Grab their bottle of whiskey. Tip it up and take a huge swig. Wipe my mouth and bloddy nose with the back of my hand. It is rot gut but it does the trick.
     I am ready to put it down when this MistyBitch walks over to me. I offer you the bottle. Here, take a gulp, it will improve your fighting. I let yu raise it and take a swallow or two. While you are in the midst of your third gulp I haul off and drive my fist into your stomach. Then grab you by the hair and smash your face on the table. One of the guys is fast and grabs the bottle before it falls and hits the florr. Holding you down I get behind you and start kneeing you between the legs all the while holding you by your hair. “This is how we fight in the old west, silly girl. Ugh you look and fight like a Tramp.

I fall back a bit as you shove me and see you stand up and walk to the table where the 2 cowboys are sitting. Their eyes locked on our battle and it's evident they are enjoying it from the bulges in their jeans. Watching as you go get a couple swigs of their whiskey and heading over to you. Taking the bottle and gulping a few times, feeling it burn down my throat and in my stomach, when I feel your punch to my tummy and spray the mouthful of whiskey out onto your face. Groaning out in pain as you slam me down on the table and feeling your barrage of knees coming at me, trying to weaken me quickly.

I grit my teeth and time your next knee perfectly, kicking up my heel and slamming it right into your knee. Hearing the "clop" of your knee connecting with my cowboy boot as you release my hair and hop back from me, holding your aching knee. I raise myself up off the table with my naked boobs bobbling and then settling back as I turn and look at you. "You want it rough and dirty bitch? That's just how I like it." I come at you in a fury, my boots clomping on the wooden floor and sending a wicked backhand across your face. Watching as your head whips around to the side and then as it comes back to face me, another backhand whips across the other side of your face, sending you backwards a bit as I let just a small my fury unleash on you.

[Mistycats]

I fall back a bit as you shove me and see you stand up and walk to the table where the 2 cowboys are sitting. Their eyes locked on our battle and it's evident they are enjoying it from the bulges in their jeans. Watching as you go get a couple swigs of their whiskey and heading over to you. Taking the bottle and gulping a few times, feeling it burn down my throat and in my stomach, when I feel your punch to my tummy and spray the mouthful of whiskey out onto your face. Groaning out in pain as you slam me down on the table and feeling your barrage of knees coming at me, trying to weaken me quickly.

I grit my teeth and time your next knee perfectly, kicking up my heel and slamming it right into your knee. Hearing the "clop" of your knee connecting with my cowboy boot as you release my hair and hop back from me, holding your aching knee. I raise myself up off the table with my naked boobs bobbling and then settling back as I turn and look at you. "You want it rough and dirty bitch? That's just how I like it." I come at you in a fury, my boots clomping on the wooden floor and sending a wicked backhand across your face. Watching as your head whips around to the side and then as it comes back to face me, another backhand whips across the other side of your face, sending you backwards a bit as I let just a small my fury unleash on you.

    I make the mistake of flirting with the two cowboys. I suffer for my lack of concentration as you kick me on the knee. You do more damage than you release and more than I let you know. You kick jammed my knee straight and then some. It wasn’t meant to bend that way. I hobble backward more concerned about keeping my balance than defending against you. With my injured knee I cannot move fast enough and you are upon quickly smacking me back and forth across the face with backhands.
    I fall back some more from your backhands, relieved that you seem more content in surveying what you have done to me than continue your attack. I hobble around another table keeping it between you and me while I flex my knee to get it fully functional again. I circle one way and then the other, back and forth as you try to circle and catch me.  I pick up a chair and throw it at you but it is too slow and you easily duck it. Pick up another chair but am ready for your ducking. My knee is good enough that I slide around and grab your hair. Both hands go into your hair as I pull your head back and forth and we start our little hairpulling dance around the room.

I watch as you fall back, stumbling around as I see my kick to your knee has done quite a bit of damage to you. Serves you right for trying to trick me into thinking you were lady enough to share a drink with me. I should have known there is nothing lady like about you, especially how you fight. I chase you around the table a couple of times and it's clear that the cowboys sitting at that table are enjoying the sight. Finally we meet and our boobs slap together hard as you get my hair and my hands go up into yours. We go back and forth, dragging each other around the saloon, crashing into tables, spilling beer and whiskey, bumping into the bar and up against the stage where the whore girls dance. I release one hand from your hair and send a few well timed slaps against your face, hearing you scream, and then pull hard on the back of your hair, making you look at the ceiling.

[JT Edson]

I voted for Lioness Gladys

[HB]

.... No one really noticed me slip in, that's fine, they're not supposed to, I stay in the shadows.  The wings of my long duster coat drape to the floor as I pull up a chair and prop my feet up on the table, the brim of my hat down low, shading my eyes but not blocking my view.   A small flame as I strike a match to light my hand rolled smoke, letting the match burn down as I watch the action before me, noticing Misty... then I pull a flask from my vest and drink...watching

[FightingBrook]

I tackled Shelly and we amongst all the other sluts, whores, and bitches… I hold onto her waist from behind as we fall. Not hard to hold onto as she has such a big and soft waist… My chin is at her shoulder blade level and I dig it in… She is throwing elbows, fists and is kicking but mainly hitting nothing but air and other brawlers…  I hold onto her wrists and roll her up and over me and slam her side on the floor… Then roll on top of her and do it again and again until we are far away from the others… End up on her back while holding her prone… Unclasp my wrists… Reach up and sink my nails into each tit… I really spread my fingers so I can sink my nails in all over her tits and each one digs in with space between them…

[Mistycats]

    For a little shit this tramp can fight. I’ll bet her Johns are those who like rough sex where she is the ruffian. She slaps my face a few times and the pain momentarily distracts me. Allows her to push my back against the stage and pull my head back so I am facing the ceiling. I struggle hard enough that she has to spread her legs to keep her balance. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what comes next. In fact you only have to be as smart as Misty. I lift my knee hard right between your crotch. Dropit and raise it again to hit the spot already softened up.
    You gasp and your grip on my hair loosens. “Bitch, it is time for you to pay for all the fists, slaps and backhands to my face.” I grab your hair and jerk your head down. Clamp my left arm around your head and front of your throat in a headlock with you bent over at my side. “This is for busting my nose a couple of times!” I slam my right fist into your perky little nose twice. “This is for the backhands across the face.” I punch you on the mouth hoping I split one or both of your lips. “And this is just for the hell of it!” I snarl as I hit you square on the eye, the one where I had smashed your temple before. “I suggest you buy a nice big juicy stake for tomorrow.” Then lock my hand with my left hand and tighten the headlock. I start leading you all around the room as I squeeze and twist your neck. Your boobs are bouncing and flopping around so enticingly I can’t resist. I reach down with my right hand and curl my fingers around your right one. Start squeezing and pulling down on it like I am milking it.

My eyes bulge out and I let go a loud scream as I feel your leg come up between mine. Moaning and groaning as you put me in a headlock and start to punch me in the face. My knees getting a bit weak but far from going down, I manage to bring my hands up and block most of your shots, although some do get through. I stumble around as you drag me in your headlock, and then howl when you squeeze my naked boob.

Gritting my teeth hard as I fight through the pain in my chest, balling up my fist and sending it up between your legs, hearing your groan as your headlock loosens. Sinking my claws into your most sensitive area and twisting, letting you know that if you don't let me go you won't be using it anymore. Finally gasping as you release your headlock. Not wasting a single moment as I know you're a dirty fighter, I launch straight up from my crouched position and slam my fist into your chin with a harsh uppercut. Watching as your head snaps back and you stumble back, then fall to the floor on your ass. Panting a bit and glaring down at you, "I suggest you stay down bitch."