[Alix_Fights]

Living in the heartland of the United States of America, I live a public life of goodness, sweetness and geniality, and for hundreds of years I have hidden behind that facade. On the inside, my soul bubbles with hate for my sisters from the Thirteen. The night sky finally reveals the Blood-Red Moon announcing my destiny. A wicked smile crosses my ruby red lips, and the voices of the damned fill my ears, words only a member of the Thirteen can hear.  The curses from the other members are profane and hateful, promising pain and suffering. I raise my arms and screech into the night sky:

“Transport me to that sacred place, so I might confront my abhorred sisters in the blazing heat of the unholy, feminine, frays of catfighting!"

The skies erupt with claps of thunder and flashes of lightening, depositing me at the base of of the hill leading to St. Mary’s Church. I make my way cautiously through the ruined landscape and flaming torches, each step announcing my transformation from witch to mere mortal, for it is written that all should clash as mortals, to rip, tear, claw and bite to an ultimate conclusion. The threshold awaits, and the massive door opens to reveal the arena of my fate as one of the younger of the Thirteen. The alter beckons me, and I am drawn toward it, seeing nothing but its evil presence, although I can sense my despised sisters nearby. The time for caution is past, now is the time for passion and mayhem.

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

Crashing backwards in to the crypt I removed my robe as I tell you to lock the door to the crypt as I look at you smiling as I respect you as I challenge you to lock the crypt and settle this the old way

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

Argh Amy I stand back up the wick smirk on my face little once you're need to better than that dear as I slither forward my heels click on the slabs as I throw my left arm around your neck driving my knees in to your face and body in pure vengeance for the Welsh sisterhood you destroyed

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I’ve seen a lot of the world in my travels. I move around a lot. Never been able to stay in one place for very long. The ink on my left shoulder sums me up best … “wanderlust”. From upstate New York to the Netherlands to South Africa and finally to here on the other side of the world … my own private paradise in the South Pacific … Bali!

Far far away from all the craziness and negativity of the world of today. And, yes, also far far away from my Sisters in the Coven of Thirteen … all Twelve of them. It wasn’t Fear that drove me on my path of endless wandering. No, it was Hate. Hate for my twelve Sisters. I turned my back on that life a long time ago, washed my alabaster white hands of the blood and memory of the hated Twelve. And the Dark Lord who ruled us.

Yes, that life is gone. Or so I thought. One fateful night, the pale ghostly light of the full moon above Serengan Beach turns red ... blood red ... without warning. I feel a sudden sharp burning jolt in my heart urging me to climb the hill full of sacred Banyan trees where I had spent many hours in peaceful meditation. But the burning raging fire now in my heart is far from peaceful. I find myself consumed with anger and hate and know immediately it is a Summoning. A Summoning of the Thirteen. I crouch on the hilltop staring up at the Blood Red Moon.

I stand up with my back resting against the most sacred of sacred Banyans and call out the incantation of old that instantly transports me far from Bali to the abandoned church and graveyard of St. Mary’s. I can see a few silhouettes lurking and moving in the dark shadows. The Twelve are here. The Coven of Thirteen is together once again. The prophecy of the Dark Lord has been fulfilled. Blue ice fills my veins. My claws want to rip and tear! There will be much blood shed this night.

And thus it begins …

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

I will never bow too you I yell as I grab your left leg pushing it up send you to the floor I climb on you your bow to me Amy before I end you as our tattooed bodies roll across the slabs left then right

[lexibabe]

walking slowly   across the grounds   getting closer to the old  church, every movement,every shadow  gives  me caution

i hear   a rustle,and  stop  and peer into the darkness,   none of these  witches  are  above     a surprise   attack,, i have to be ready

moving closer to the church,i hear  a commotion,and fix my gaze  on the sound,,it's  amy  and  lynx,going at it

no surprise  there,,  i remebered  that  amy,always  had the knack for saying the wrong  thing,  ,,it won't be the only battle tonight,i

i catch a limpse of red,and think it's  another torch,but no,it's witch lauren,and her flaming  red hair

more movement,  witches    are coming from all sides,,  kate,,and erin,,alix,and vanessa....uuugh

,  i think of casting a spell and blasting them all back to the  hinter lands, then remeber   i'm without my powers this night


i stop beside   a torch   a cool  wind  blows  through my hair,, closing my eyes  it fills  as if i'm floating.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

I stand alone in the dead lands, my heels squelching in the mud - the stench of death assaults my nostrils and it smells good. I stand within my horse shoe of vengeful spirits, they stand ready to encircle me and any one or more of my sisters. Make no mistake these spirits wish to see me suffer; sadly for them I shall inflict more torment and pain on their twisted souls by defeating all who would challenge me.

It’s at this moment I sense a shift in the air, Alix the whore and that painted hag Lauren have clearly arrived. I glare up at the church and call out to my sisters:

“Is none amongst brave enough to face me in the cold embrace of the dead lands? HaHaHa the dark Lord will be disappointed by your collective cowardice.”

As those words leave my lips the heavens open up and a sudden downpour soaks me, the dead lands and St.Mary’s. So heavy is the rain the torches and even the bonfires struggle to remain lit.

[Fightspectator]

Interesting poll. Alot of good fighters in the lineup. Who to vote for?

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

I get up coughing as I walk on to the badlands looking for Amy who did  ran as I walk through the graveyard of st Mary's

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

My eyes quickly adjust to the foggy smoky darkness and the silhouettes in the shadows begin to take shapes. Familiar shapes.

There's Lexi by the church always watching, always ready for anything ...

Lynx staggering through the ancient decaying tombstones in search of some victim ...

Kate standing framed in the large doorway of St. Mary's ... beckoning us to enter just like she summoned us ... "You won't have to wait very long, sister dear," I hiss savagely. "Lauren is right here!"

There's young Alix, so bold, so reckless ... "You'll be learning a few lessons tonight, little sister! Pity your exam will end so tragically ... "

Erin over in the shadows purring to a black cat ... I tense up remembering the last time we clashed. "We finally meet again, sister bitch! I waited a long long long time for our paths to cross once more!"

I start to move toward Erin when I hear another very familiar voice calling my name.

Amy.

Oh, I've been very aware of Amy's presence forever. Even before I ended up in Bali. But it's become a lot stronger thanks to our geographic closeness. I felt her here in this graveyard before I saw her or heard her voice. And what I'm witnessing now proves that she hasn't changed a bit. Even after all these decades gone by.

She's walking right out in the open, so brazen, so foolhardy, so ... so DUMB! With twelve of us here ready to rip her to shreds, you would think she'd have brains enough not to be such an easy inviting target. But noooooo!

I quickly dart behind a tall tombstone with a cracked broken cross on top. I easily climb up to the top of the stone, my bare feet perched on either side of the cross. In a crouch. Waiting.

There's a loud crack of thunder and a vivid lightning flash as the heavens open and a heavy downpour drenches everything in sight. My black sarong clings to me as I wait for Amy to get close enough. With a banshee wail I launch myself from the stone right onto Amy, grabbing her drenched black hair as we crash down and begin to roll savagely like frenzied wildcats in the now muddy grass and earth in the cemetery. 

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

Walking through the graveyard I watch Lauren and Amy rolling in the grass and mud but it be so easy to snap their necks but I look forward my own target

[CynthiaAbraham]

What a great matchup of women, all shapes, all sizes, and all kind of catty witchy abilities, all of you are worthy of winning this poll, and although we can vote for 5 which I did, there is one that I believe will win it all, lets go Lauren Phillips, lets see what kind of catty witch you can be!!

[jake1990]

Some big names in this one!

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

I see Katie an stand in front of her hell if it is not the witch that order my sister's killed I snear as I stand challengingly let settle this in the mud my dear

[Alix_Fights]

The contests have already started, Lynx and Amy the first, and then a quick exit, and Amy and Lauren Vanessa seek each other out: my my, isn't Amy the aggressive little thing.  I look around at the arriving witches now turned mortal, and one's glossy, raven black hair reflects a lighted torch. Lexi, her normally coarse hair turned into a silken mane, a magnet for a blonde's fingers, and on this night the fingers seeking it out are mine.  "Lexi" I purr as I approach her, "dare you to engage with me in battle?"  My tone is level, but my eyes glow with fighting spirit. I approach her, kicking off my heels to better deal with the mud, my hands raising up, ready to catfight.