PART 1:
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=80387.msg568332#msg568332PART 2
“Hey baby! How was school?” My Mom yelled from the kitchen as my brother opened and then closed the front door with a bang.
“Good!” He yelled back in the typical disaffected tone of a 10 year old boy.
“Wait a second…” Mom demanded as she emerged into the entrance way and took a look at my brother’s face. “Where did you get that bruise on your face?” She asked as she leaned forward to inspect him.
“Oh.” He replied casually. “Got in a fight.”
“What?” Mom asked. “With who?”
“With Jack Morro.” My brother answered.
“And what happened?” Mom pressed him.
“Well he hit me once, that’s how I got the bruise.” My brother explained. “But then I hit him back, kept hitting him and eventually knocked him down. Pretty sure I made him cry, haha.”
“Well…” Mom began. “If you’re gonna start shit then you sure as hell better be the one to finish it.” She finished with a wink and a grin.
“Neither of us really started it Mom.” My brother explained. “We both agreed to fight.”
“Well, either way.” Mom replied. “The main thing is you won and you’re ok.”
Suddenly, there was a loud persistent banging on our front door.
“Ugh, who the
HELL is that?” Mom growled as she stormed up to the front door and ripped it opened.
Standing in our door way was Michelle, the mother of the boy my brother had beaten up in school earlier that same day. Michelle was a very pissed off looking redhead, a couple of inches taller than Mom (probably around 5’10” or 5’11”), with a big heavy set body (think Gianna Michaels:
https://pasteboard.co/IqGCHpm.png), pale white skin, several arm tattoos, an attractive but scowling face (think Lita [Amy Dumas]:
https://pasteboard.co/IqGBTPd.jpg) and dressed in baggy denim booty shorts, sneakers, and an oversized black singlet.
By contrast, Mom was 33 years old at the time. She had been a moderately successful fitness model/instructor before she got pregnant with my brother, but she was probably in even better shape at this point than when was actually modelling. She has one of those incredible crazy fit bodies you think only exist in the magazines. She has a lean yet heavily muscular physique (think Lindsay Renee’s body:
https://pasteboard.co/Ih6xwEw.png) with rock hard washboard abs, a pretty but harsh/intimidating face (think Jennifer Aniston in Horrible Bosses, but fiercer and colder:
https://pasteboard.co/Ih6zqkM.png), dead straight chest length black hair, a perfect fake tan, large surgically enhanced C cup breasts, and she stands at 5’8”.
“WHAT!” Mom roared, obviously extremely frustrated by Michelle’s noisy and incessant knocking.
“What do you
think bitch?” Michelle replied with an aggressive confidence I hadn’t heard anyone dare to use on my mother since she beat the shit out of Rachel about a year prior. “That little thug of yours attacked my son at school today.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the story
your son told you.” Mom answered smugly, folding her muscular arms.
“Are you calling my son a liar bitch?!” Michelle scowled, her hands on her hips.
“Not just a liar, cxnt, but a wimp too.” Mom replied. “Deciding to settle shit one on one and then getting your ass kicked is not getting attacked, it’s being a fucking wimp.”
“You’re the one who’s about to get her fucking ass kicked WHORE!” Michelle roared as she transitioned into a crude boxing stance.
“Threaten me in
my fucking house BITCH!” Mom yelled as she quickly adopted a fighting stance of her own and instantly stuck Michelle with a fierce left jab to the face, sending her reeling backwards as a cruel warning shot.
Michelle clutched her face and stood in astonishment for a couple of seconds. Mom stood her ground on the door step, death staring her, intimidating the redhead and advising her, with just a look, to back down.
Michelle pulled her hand away from her face and looked in her palm. Trickles of blood were running out of her nostrils, and when she spotted the crimson stains on her hand, her eyes widened with rage. She shot her bulging eyes straight up to Mom who was still standing in the doorway.
“FUCKING cxnt!” Michelle screamed as she adopted a fighting stance once again and sprung towards my mother.
As soon as she got in range, Michelle let fly with a wild right haymaker, but Mom jerked her head backwards to avoid it and then stuck the bitch with another brutal left jab to the face.
Michelle moaned in pain and grabbed her nose again.
Mom wasted no time and surged forward with a huge sharp right deep into the redhead’s lower rib cage.
“OHHHHHH” Michelle bellowed as she was lifted up onto her tippy toes and doubled over.
Mom immediately delivered a powerful left to Michelle’s opposite ribs, then a right uppercut that smashed into her chin and snapped her fiery head back.
Michelle staggered backwards on spaghetti legs, her feet wide apart to steady herself so she didn’t go to ground.
“YOU’RE FUCKED!” Mom roared as she sprang forward and unleashed a swift kick right up between Michelle’s wide open legs, nailing her flush right in the cxnt.
The redhead squealed in agony and dropped to her knees, her eyes bulging, her mouth wide open in a silent scream.
Mom wasn’t satisfied though. She strode forward, reached down and took two big handfuls of Michelle’s scarlet hair, then viciously hauled the bitch back up to her feet before flinging her all around the place by her scalp.
“Wanna fuck with me bitch huh?” Mom roared through clenched teeth as Michelle wailed in pain. “Should never have fucked with me slut!”
Michelle was flailing around now, her arms swinging wildly, trying to land a punch or a scratch on Mom that could make her stop her assault. What little contact she could make with her attempts was futile however. Every punch just glanced and bounced off Mom’s gym sculpted muscles, and any scratches were surface level at best, none even drawing blood.
“No you fucking DON’T!” Mom yelled as she sharply lifted her right knee and slammed it violently into Michelle’s unprotected face.
Michelle’s legs quaked and buckled, but she didn’t go down because Mom still had her held up by the hair.
The redhead put her hands up in front of her face, now not even trying to mount any kind of offence, just trying to cover up however she could.
Mom pulled Michelle towards her by the hair and then swung her left knee straight up as fast as she could, slamming it into Michelle’s hands and driving them up into her face.
Michelle moaned in pain but had managed to cushion the blow somewhat with her attempt to cover up. In desperation, the redhead once again covered her face with her hands, this time turning her head to the side as well.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Mom wrenched Michelle towards her once again, leaped off the ground and swung her right knee directly up into her opponent’s awaiting hands, driving them up into the redhead’s face with such devastating force that it actually straightened her up and knocked Mom’s fingers loose from her hair.
Michelle stumbled backwards, barely able to keep her footing as she involuntarily took several backward steps.
Mom came at the bitch again and unloaded on her with a blistering combination of a left to the body, a right to the body, a quick succession of left jabs to the face, then a beautiful haymaker right that cracked the redhead right on the point of the jaw.
Michelle’s head snapped to the side, her eyes rolled back into her head, her legs gave way beneath her and she crumpled to the ground.
Mom pounced on her downed foe immediately, brutally dropping the point of her knee deep into Michelle’s mound and holding it there with maximum pressure.
“OOOOWOWOWWWOOWHHHHH” Michelle cried out in agony and panic as Mom’s powerful knee relentlessly crushed her pubic bone.
“This is what you get for fucking with me bitch!” Mom snarled as she continued to focus all of her powerful weight into her knee.
“PLEASE STOP!” Michelle screamed in terror. “YOU’RE FUCKING KILLING ME!”
“You’re never gonna fuck with me or my son again are you cxnt?!” Mom asked aggressively.
“NOOOOOOOO!” Michelle squealed.
“Then admit that your kid is a fucking wimp bitch!” Mom demanded.
“HE IS!” The redhead conceded with a cry.
“He’s what?” Mom insisted.
“A WIMP!” Michelle screeched.
With that, Mom immediately relented and popped back up to her feet. Michelle rolled onto her side clutching her groin for dear life, sucking in air and looking like she was going to puke.
“I EVER see your fat ass around here again and you’ll get it fucking worse slut!” Mom warned before turning around and strutting back into the house and slamming the door behind her.
“See baby?” Mom said as she looked over at my brother. “Like mother like son.”
