[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

On the first day of Christmas, Kate started the scene,
Calling Erin a “two-faced, jealous drama queen.”

On the second day of Christmas, Erin hissed and swore,
Two icy threats, and a “two-faced, jealous drama queen.”

On the third day of Christmas, Kate spread the dirt,
Three snide comments, two icy threats, and a “two-faced, jealous drama queen.”

On the fourth day of Christmas, Erin upped her game,
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a “two-faced, jealous drama queen.”

On the fifth day of Christmas, Kate tore Erin down,
Five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a “two-faced, jealous drama queen.”

On the sixth day of Christmas, Erin lost her cool,
Six shoves to shoulders, five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a “two-faced, jealous drama queen.”

On the seventh day of Christmas, Kate was enraged,
Seven heels a-stomping, six shoves to shoulders, five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a “two-faced, jealous drama queen.”

On the eighth day of Christmas, Erin went for blood,
Eight scratches stinging, seven heels a-stomping, six shoves to shoulders, five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a “two-faced, jealous drama queen.”

On the ninth day of Christmas, Kate kicked Erin’s shin,
Nine kicks a-landing, eight scratches stinging, seven heels a-stomping, six shoves to shoulders, five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a “two-faced, jealous drama queen.”

On the tenth day of Christmas, Erin slapped Kate’s face,
Ten slaps a-cracking, nine kicks a-landing, eight scratches stinging, seven heels a-stomping, six shoves to shoulders, five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a “two-faced, jealous drama queen.”

On the eleventh day of Christmas, Kate pulled Erin’s hair,
Eleven strands a-yanking, ten slaps a-cracking, nine kicks a-landing, eight scratches stinging, seven heels a-stomping, six shoves to shoulders, five brutal posts!
Four rumor-filled texts, three snide comments, two icy threats, and a “two-faced, jealous drama queen.”

On the twelfth day of Christmas…we grabbed each other by the hair and threw each other into the fucking tree!!!

*****

Lets get the party started

Yeah, it’s Christmas!

What better way to share the love and spread peace and goodwill to all than by two hotties like Erin and me hurling each other into the Christmas tree? On behalf of Erin, I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! xx

Please note that voting for this catfight will be locked for the first week

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[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

The Christmas party was in full swing by the time Erin and I squared up next to each other by the Christmas tree. We exchanged icy, hateful glares, our fingers twitching in excited anticipation. All year, Erin and I had been provoking each other and actively interfering in each other’s lives and relationships. We despised each other with a hatred neither of us had ever truly experienced. As we glared at each other, we both knew this catfight would end with us in the emergency room. Oddly, we accepted this fact—and the foreknowledge excited us both.

Suddenly, two thuds echoed around the living room of our mutual friend Rachel’s townhouse as we slipped our bags off our shoulders and dropped them to the floor. The room fell deathly silent as all eyes locked on Erin and me. Our chests heaved one last time before we thrust our hands into each other’s hair. It took only seconds for us both to establish a firm grasp, and once we did, we enthusiastically began pulling. We shook each other’s heads from side to side, teetering on our heels.

It was at that moment Rachel shouted,
“Not the tree!”

Crash.

But it was too late. Before the words could fully form in Rachel’s mind, Erin and I had thrown each other into the Christmas tree. Ornaments scattered and shattered across the floor as we lay on our sides, yanking at each other’s hair and lashing out wildly with an endless assault of violent kicks.

“Oh my God, Erin, your hair is so nasty! Don’t you ever wash it, bitch? Tell you what—why don’t I help you out and just rip it all out, you slag!”

Yt

[wrdwvr]

Wow this is a really awesome matchup! Normally anytime Erin fights she is my pick right away, but this may be one fight that goes back and forth  to the very end...I will have to think about this till the voting opens! Thanks Ladies! I will be enjoying imagining this fight!!!!

[Randomnosity25]

All the best in your fight, Kate! You've got this!
Psyched to see you top Santa's naughty list and kick Erin Lee's tuchus!

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

I wish I could vote that you both lose.

*Giggle* Amy always says the sweetest things

I wonder if people know her nickname is Fluffy Bunny Cuddles?

[Erin Lee]

Christmas approaches. Parties are in full swing. The year so far has been an excellent one. Had four, maybe five fights and each one was nasty, vicious and memorable. Anyone that knows me knows i enjoy a good intense fight and none of the people i've fought come more intense than the witch called Kate.
Now don't misunderstand me dear reader, of the five fights i've had i lost two, lost them in quite a devastating way but i enjoyed them just the same. If ya gonna dish it out ya gotta be able to take it.
My mind drifts back to a series of skirmishes earlier in the year with Kate that ended with a big showdown. Safe to say we both carried the scars of those scraps for quite sometime and not just physical scars, mental ones too.

But i've digressed for long enough. Readers such as Amy have the attention span of a noodle at the best of times so i'll get right to it.

I was invited to a party at Rachels joint, i knew full well my arch nemesis Kate would be there. On the few occasions we bumped into each other recently it was plain to see that the fire hadn't died down and another fight was in the offing.
Sure enough, as i walked into Rachels townhouse the first thing my eyes alighted on was Kate. Rachel whispered " No fighting tonight Erin, please" but she was whispering in my deaf ear and as i strolled across the carpeted floor towards Kate i could see the glint in her eyes and her clenching and unclenching her hands.

Our bags dropped to the floor with a thud. I had thought to bring a house brick in my bag but i figured why waste a good house brick on the side of Kates head when i can get more pleasure out of using my hands, legs, fists, feet and anything else that might be handy.

The room fell silent as we glared at each other and then it started. Neither of us able to hold back our hatred of each other for a moment longer, we launched at each other. Hands flew upwards and snared in each others hair. We started to shake each others head around so vigorously that you could hear our teeth chatter.

Then we both yanked the same way at once and we went crashing into Rachels Christmas tree, flattening it and sending the ornaments cascading across the floor. An audible gasp went around the room. This though was wasted on us as you started out with your usual cheap insults. I bet, in your spare time you write jokes for crackers.

"Gonna just talk about ripping my hair out or are ya gonna try and do it?" i hissed in retort as i grab a strand of silver tinsel and look to wrap it around your throat whilst kicking out with my now bare feet, my pumps having already flown off.

By now the rest of the party were spread around the room enjoying the spectacle. A few whoops and "destroy her Kate"..."take her apart Erin" as the party started to take sides. My focus though is on hurting Kate in whatever way i can.

[Steph.fights]

I wish I could vote that you both lose.

You say that like you would beat either of them, which you wouldn’t

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Less than a minute—30 seconds at most—that’s all the time it took to kick off our Christmas catfight. Rachel can act all prim and proper, but she invited us both because she wanted to see us go at it. Well, congratulations! You got what you wanted, and if your living room gets trashed in the process, I’m not going to lose any sleep over it—neither will that bitch Erin. With Rachel’s Christmas tree toppled to the floor and ornaments either smashed or scattered across the room, the demolition was off to a fantastic start. But the only demolition job I cared about this Christmas was the one I planned to finish on Erin’s face. Sure, you could argue that Mother Nature beat me to it, but considering the money I spent on my manicure—fuck that! My nails are going to shred Erin’s face, and Mmm, I can’t wait.

Those aspirations, however, had to make way for another equally primal desire: the urge to rip Erin’s hair out—a desire I’m sure the slag shares regarding my own locks. And so, there we were, lying side by side on the floor, yanking at each other’s hair with everything we had. My roots burned and ached under the constant assault. But that wasn’t all. While we tugged and pulled with every ounce of strength we could muster, our legs were locked in an equally intense struggle. Amid the thrashing of limbs and the hiss of thigh against thigh—a sight many in the room clearly relished—your pumps went flying, while my boots stayed firmly in place.

I sneered at you as our tussle intensified. You responded by letting go of my hair and grabbing some silver tinsel. Wrapping it around my throat, you began to choke me with it. My airway tightened, and for a moment, I thought I was done for. But then—snap! The cheap tinsel broke under the strain. Relief flooded me, though it was mingled with the collective disappointment of the room. No one wanted to explain ligature marks to the emergency room staff, after all. But let’s not pretend: every woman in that room secretly—or not so secretly (looking at you, Fluffy Bunny Cuddles)—wanted Erin and me to leave each other wrecked, sobbing into a makeshift bed of torn clothes and clumps of hair.

With the tinsel failing you, I let go of your hair. Digging my left elbow into the carpet and planting my left heel for leverage, I rolled us over and straddled your midriff. Glaring down at you with utter contempt, I began to slap your face with both hands, screaming:

“How do you like that, Erin? How do you like that, you fucking bitch?”

Yt

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Merry Christmas everyone and enjoy this very special Christmas song

https://suno.com/song/343b13f3-2315-43fc-9750-a24e99a8505c

[Randomnosity25]

Oh gosh! How fun!
A masterpiece of passion and fury! Rock on!

I also really liked your opening 12 days of Christmas take.

You're quite the musical virtuoso!

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Oh gosh! How fun!
A masterpiece of passion and fury! Rock on!

I also really liked your opening 12 days of Christmas take.

You're quite the musical virtuoso!

Thanks but I can only take partial credit. My friends inspired me and A.I. did the rest.

[Randomnosity25]

Oh gosh! How fun!
A masterpiece of passion and fury! Rock on!

I also really liked your opening 12 days of Christmas take.

You're quite the musical virtuoso!

Thanks but I can only take partial credit. My friends inspired me and A.I. did the rest.

Ah, newfangled technology! Thy name is goofiness!
I see!

[Frederick]

I would love to be at this Christmas party!!  Would be a great fight. 

[Nicole666]

Looking like a great fight.

What attire are you both in.

My only disappointment is it is not me fighting either of you, I would gladly poll fight either of you bitch’s

[Erin Lee]

Apologies, how very remiss of me. I didn't share what i am wearing, so here goes.

I'm in a mid thigh length black dress...think Audrey Hepburn.
Black lace bra and matching thong.
Black suspenders and black stockings.
I was wearing a pair of black pumps but those went west very early in the fight.
Hair is freshly minted blonde, cut shoulder length and resting loose, blue eye shadow, red nails and lips.

I think that covers it?