(I was hoping this Irish bitch was going to do an interactive fight, maybe she will, maybe she won't, maybe she knows i'll destroy her if she does?)
Both Amy and myself had entered a catfight tournament meant for persons from the UK. Before the tournament got going however we started exchanging threats, i mean, what would you expect from an English girl and an Irish girl. We agreed to meet up outside the tourney and settle our differences, to be honest it was all we could do not to start beating on each other right there and then.
So here we are today, both of us, you can almost taste the hatred and cut the atmosphere with a blunt knife. We are in a deserted alley behind a row of derelict shops, talking of derelict Amy is glaring at me with intent just as i'm glaring back at her.
Just for the record i'm wearing a black sports bra and thong. I'm not in jeans or trousers as i find them a hinderance in a fight so i'm in a mid thigh length black dress. Also in black Doc Martens.
I'm 5'6" 115lbs and i'm ready to go all in on this dumb Irish bitch.
