[LJcardiff]

Tired of waiting to be called out by some of the Irish women on the forum, Laura makes her way to Dublin to seek out her foes.  A day trip to the southwest of the isle ends up with a visit to a tavern in the town of Killarney.  Her British accent raises a few eyebrows at the bar, and an Irish American woman sipping a coffee makes no attempt to use sotto voce, when opining "English Bitch".  "Welsh actually, you whore,"  retorts Laura, and receives a slap in the face for her troubles.  By way of thank you, Laura picks up a pint of Guinness from an old timer at the bar and proceeds to pour it over the American's head.  Before the landlord can stop them, the American, Chelsea, and Laura are in one another's hair.  He hurdles the bar, in a manoeuvre he has to exercise every time rival gangs of lads frequent his tavern, and separates the two women.  "Not out front, ladies," and marches them into the backroom, quickly followed by half the town's menfolk.  Who wins the resulting catfight?
Laura


Chelsea

[joxx]

Great poll babe - thanks. Rowdy Irish girls are always gonna win...

[LJcardiff]

When the landlord reads out the rules, I can't understand his accent.  I assume anything goes and give Chelsea a hard slap across the face to acknowledge that I am ready.  My nips feel like they are going to burst through my bra.

[Chelsea]

Your hard slap jerks my head to the side and drops of Guinness spray from my soaked hair. The slap brings out a roar from the stout drinking patrons crowding into the back room. "English or Welsh, makes no difference. You're still a sad pathetic bitch!" I grab your hair and yank hard taking a pint of stout from the nearest watcher. "Thanks boyo." I pour it over your head drenching your ratty hair. "Payback!"

[##catfightWATCHA413]

My vote is for Laura

[LJcardiff]

Your hard slap jerks my head to the side and drops of Guinness spray from my soaked hair. The slap brings out a roar from the stout drinking patrons crowding into the back room. "English or Welsh, makes no difference. You're still a sad pathetic bitch!" I grab your hair and yank hard taking a pint of stout from the nearest watcher. "Thanks boyo." I pour it over your head drenching your ratty hair. "Payback!"

"*ucking skank," I roar.  "That top was only bought yesterday."  I pull it over my head to expose my black bra, and rush you, catching you full in the belly with my shoulder.

[MaverickJ]

I'm betting on Laura for a dominating win. The killer look on her face says it all - Mess with me and you end up under me! Smart money says Chelsea is in for a bad night at the pub.

[Ilovetofight]

[size=0px] [/size][/size][size=0px]Laura forces Chelsea to submit and drags her out of the room by the hair[/size]

[LJcardiff]

Your hard slap jerks my head to the side and drops of Guinness spray from my soaked hair. The slap brings out a roar from the stout drinking patrons crowding into the back room. "English or Welsh, makes no difference. You're still a sad pathetic bitch!" I grab your hair and yank hard taking a pint of stout from the nearest watcher. "Thanks boyo." I pour it over your head drenching your ratty hair. "Payback!"

"*ucking skank," I roar.  "That top was only bought yesterday."  I pull it over my head to expose my black bra, and rush you, catching you full in the belly with my shoulder.

I drive Chelsea back onto a table, playing cards flying everywhere.  My face is embedded in her top, and i bite through the fabric, my teeth latching onto her padded bra.  Some of the crowd roar approvingly, whilst the supporters of the home girl, give them dirty looks.

[Chelsea]

Your hard slap jerks my head to the side and drops of Guinness spray from my soaked hair. The slap brings out a roar from the stout drinking patrons crowding into the back room. "English or Welsh, makes no difference. You're still a sad pathetic bitch!" I grab your hair and yank hard taking a pint of stout from the nearest watcher. "Thanks boyo." I pour it over your head drenching your ratty hair. "Payback!"

"*ucking skank," I roar.  "That top was only bought yesterday."  I pull it over my head to expose my black bra, and rush you, catching you full in the belly with my shoulder.

I drive Chelsea back onto a table, playing cards flying everywhere.  My face is embedded in her top, and i bite through the fabric, my teeth latching onto her padded bra.  Some of the crowd roar approvingly, whilst the supporters of the home girl, give them dirty looks.

Unhhh, I groan when your shoulder hits my belly and my back hits the table. Your teeth tug at my NOT padded bra. I yank your hair hard with one hand and start ripping at your black bra with the other. Even though I'm from the States my roots are in Killarney and my supporters are doing their best to drown out those rooting for the Welsh wench.

[LJcardiff]

Your hard slap jerks my head to the side and drops of Guinness spray from my soaked hair. The slap brings out a roar from the stout drinking patrons crowding into the back room. "English or Welsh, makes no difference. You're still a sad pathetic bitch!" I grab your hair and yank hard taking a pint of stout from the nearest watcher. "Thanks boyo." I pour it over your head drenching your ratty hair. "Payback!"

"*ucking skank," I roar.  "That top was only bought yesterday."  I pull it over my head to expose my black bra, and rush you, catching you full in the belly with my shoulder.

I drive Chelsea back onto a table, playing cards flying everywhere.  My face is embedded in her top, and i bite through the fabric, my teeth latching onto her padded bra.  Some of the crowd roar approvingly, whilst the supporters of the home girl, give them dirty looks.

Unhhh, I groan when your shoulder hits my belly and my back hits the table. Your teeth tug at my NOT padded bra. I yank your hair hard with one hand and start ripping at your black bra with the other. Even though I'm from the States my roots are in Killarney and my supporters are doing their best to drown out those rooting for the Welsh wench.

I grunt as my hair is pulled, as though I have been electrocuted.  My head is twisted out of position but I slash out at the Irish girl's chest.  Despite the fabric of her top, I can feel my nails puncturing the skin until one of the nails breaks.  Our hands clasp and we wrestle on the table top for position.

[BadBitchDana]

My vote is for Laura

I voted for Laura too. Something about her smug look and her confidence.

[LJcardiff]

Your hard slap jerks my head to the side and drops of Guinness spray from my soaked hair. The slap brings out a roar from the stout drinking patrons crowding into the back room. "English or Welsh, makes no difference. You're still a sad pathetic bitch!" I grab your hair and yank hard taking a pint of stout from the nearest watcher. "Thanks boyo." I pour it over your head drenching your ratty hair. "Payback!"

"*ucking skank," I roar.  "That top was only bought yesterday."  I pull it over my head to expose my black bra, and rush you, catching you full in the belly with my shoulder.

I drive Chelsea back onto a table, playing cards flying everywhere.  My face is embedded in her top, and i bite through the fabric, my teeth latching onto her padded bra.  Some of the crowd roar approvingly, whilst the supporters of the home girl, give them dirty looks.

Unhhh, I groan when your shoulder hits my belly and my back hits the table. Your teeth tug at my NOT padded bra. I yank your hair hard with one hand and start ripping at your black bra with the other. Even though I'm from the States my roots are in Killarney and my supporters are doing their best to drown out those rooting for the Welsh wench.

I grunt as my hair is pulled, as though I have been electrocuted.  My head is twisted out of position but I slash out at the Irish girl's chest.  Despite the fabric of her top, I can feel my nails puncturing the skin until one of the nails breaks.  Our hands clasp and we wrestle on the table top for position.

As we wrestle, the American bitch starts to slowly get on top of me.  I bring my knee up sharply, catching her full in the pussy.  She moans and her grasp on my extensions loosens.  Her man rushes forward to help, but is held back by some burly biker types.  "No interfering, mate.  Let them finish it."

[Chelsea]

Your hard slap jerks my head to the side and drops of Guinness spray from my soaked hair. The slap brings out a roar from the stout drinking patrons crowding into the back room. "English or Welsh, makes no difference. You're still a sad pathetic bitch!" I grab your hair and yank hard taking a pint of stout from the nearest watcher. "Thanks boyo." I pour it over your head drenching your ratty hair. "Payback!"

"*ucking skank," I roar.  "That top was only bought yesterday."  I pull it over my head to expose my black bra, and rush you, catching you full in the belly with my shoulder.

I drive Chelsea back onto a table, playing cards flying everywhere.  My face is embedded in her top, and i bite through the fabric, my teeth latching onto her padded bra.  Some of the crowd roar approvingly, whilst the supporters of the home girl, give them dirty looks.

Unhhh, I groan when your shoulder hits my belly and my back hits the table. Your teeth tug at my NOT padded bra. I yank your hair hard with one hand and start ripping at your black bra with the other. Even though I'm from the States my roots are in Killarney and my supporters are doing their best to drown out those rooting for the Welsh wench.

I grunt as my hair is pulled, as though I have been electrocuted.  My head is twisted out of position but I slash out at the Irish girl's chest.  Despite the fabric of her top, I can feel my nails puncturing the skin until one of the nails breaks.  Our hands clasp and we wrestle on the table top for position.

I cry out as your claw rip into my tender flesh feeling a sharp stinging fiery pain shoot through my chest . I tug hard at your bra exposing your breast and do some clawing of my own. I let go of your hair and slap at your face. I'm still on my back on the table. Our fingers lock and I fight to reverse our position straining and moaning.

[Chelsea]

Your hard slap jerks my head to the side and drops of Guinness spray from my soaked hair. The slap brings out a roar from the stout drinking patrons crowding into the back room. "English or Welsh, makes no difference. You're still a sad pathetic bitch!" I grab your hair and yank hard taking a pint of stout from the nearest watcher. "Thanks boyo." I pour it over your head drenching your ratty hair. "Payback!"

"*ucking skank," I roar.  "That top was only bought yesterday."  I pull it over my head to expose my black bra, and rush you, catching you full in the belly with my shoulder.

I drive Chelsea back onto a table, playing cards flying everywhere.  My face is embedded in her top, and i bite through the fabric, my teeth latching onto her padded bra.  Some of the crowd roar approvingly, whilst the supporters of the home girl, give them dirty looks.

Unhhh, I groan when your shoulder hits my belly and my back hits the table. Your teeth tug at my NOT padded bra. I yank your hair hard with one hand and start ripping at your black bra with the other. Even though I'm from the States my roots are in Killarney and my supporters are doing their best to drown out those rooting for the Welsh wench.

I grunt as my hair is pulled, as though I have been electrocuted.  My head is twisted out of position but I slash out at the Irish girl's chest.  Despite the fabric of her top, I can feel my nails puncturing the skin until one of the nails breaks.  Our hands clasp and we wrestle on the table top for position.

As we wrestle, the American bitch starts to slowly get on top of me.  I bring my knee up sharply, catching her full in the pussy.  She moans and her grasp on my extensions loosens.  Her man rushes forward to help, but is held back by some burly biker types.  "No interfering, mate.  Let them finish it."

I finally get you rolled over on your back on the table and give you a smirk. "On your back AGAIN Welsh slut! You must be used to that!" Your answer is a hard knee that makes me scream in shock and pain. I let go of your hair and cover my pussy as my eyes fill with tears. I slam my fist into your exposed breast hard as I can wanting to hurt you as bad as you hurt me.