[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Heh friends and Bitches

Yes, it’s time for me and Erin to clash yet again. Last time Erin only won by one vote, this time things will be different. As always I hope everyone enjoys the show and bitches, feel free to interact with myself and Erin and each other. This is a catfight over Daniel, so I expect things to be spicier than normal

Finally please note that the voting will be locked for the first week and will open on week two on this poll

Anyway let’s get the party started…

Xoxo
Kate and Erin

*****

*Clunk*

We both hear the sound of our apartment door close, as Daniel leaves us to spend the evening with a mutual friend. Alone myself and Erin take a second to gaze at the now closed apartment door, both of us clearly yearned for Daniel to return and bring with him the joy, fun and love he never fails to ignite within our lives. Instead however we were left alone with nothing but our mutual hatred and jealousy. For months Daniel has been a major source of conflict between myself and Erin. But today this ends…

In near total silence myself and Erin slowly turn and look towards each other, our eyes lock! Neither of us says a word, yet it’s clear we’re both on the same wavelength as we head over to our apartments sofa and with you at one end, me at the other. We pick it up and move it out of the way. With this act our preparations have begun and we spend the next two hours clearing the main living area of furniture and possessions. Until at last all that remains is a warm under foot carpet and four walls. We exchange a final hateful glare, before retiring to our bedrooms and changing for the fight.

As I enter my room, I slam shut my bedroom door and kick off my heels. I slip out of my black dress and sit on the end of my bed, as I remove my stockings and suspender belt. Wearing nothing but my black lace bra and panties, I head over to my wardrobe and remove a pair of figure hugging blue jeans. I slip myself into them and they hug every contour of my perfect legs and pert ass. I smile as I check myself out in the mirror, yet my preparation’s were not done. Once again I head to my wardrobe and select a simple yet stylish white gypsy top to complete my look. Well almost complete my look, as out from the corner of my eye I see my black leather jacket. I grab my jacket and place it onto my bed, before grabbing my Roman style heels and strapping myself into them. It’s at this moment I take a final look in the mirror and with a wry smile, I knew I was ready.

So I grab my jacket, slip it on and leave my bedroom and enter the now empty living area. But dear reader…it is at this moment life threw both me and Erin a curve ball. The front door rings and against my better judgment I open it and am met with tsunami of dear friends. I wonder to myself:

“How the fuck?”

But then I hear a familiar voice and the proverbial penny in the air, plummets to the ground.

“Hi Steph…how? How did you know me and Erin were about to fight? Have you bugged our apartment?”

Steph just smiles, raises an eyebrow and proceeds to lean against the wall. It is at that moment Erin enters and the room and true to form our beloved friends begin to live up to their poisonous reputations…as wicked whispers and poisonous murmurs fill the room:

“Bitch!”
“Whore!”
“Wreck that cxnt Kate!”
“Ew Erin you look old today”
“I hope they both put each other in the hospital - the fucking whores!”

And the attacks keep on flowing, however with Erin’s arrival I tune out the background noise and focus on her.

“Bitch!” I shout out…”Stay the fuck away from my Daniel!”

“Me and Daniel spent all last Saturday walking through the Lake District, just the two of us! We played together in the snow, chased each other. It was so much fun and such a Laugh. But what made it fun was the fact that it was just the two of us…the two of us Erin. So back the fuck off Bitch! Daniel is mine!”

Yt

[Erin Lee]

Hola you lovely people....and Monica. Welcome to the...hmmm, is it now the third encounter between Katie and myself? Maybe one day she'll win one of them 

So, Daniel for that is his name has left our flat without even letting us know he was going, but i s'pose that is the thanks we get for looking after him. Ingrate. Talking of ingrates, my eye is caught by a movement in the lounge. Must be Kate but it's rare you can get that bitch to move unless it's for food or for cozying up with Daniel. Lil does she know how close Daniel and myself have become these last few months.

I sigh, am i going to have to give this bitch ANOTHER beating to remind her of her place in this hierarchy. Now don't go getting me wrong. I've been in a couple of scraps these last few weeks and neither of them were with Kate. Lost both of them i did which doesn't bother me so much as Kate rubbing those losses in relentlessly.

Not a word is spoken as we start to move the furniture aside. Words are not needed, we both know where this is headed and that dear reader is another fight. I was ready for this, i already let the indomitable Steph know this was brewing and when she sees Daniel walk on out the complex to get her and her friends backsides on up to our apartment so they can watch a good old fashioned scrap for dominance take place.

The door bell rings and right on schedule Steph and her cronies are standing there, i can see this confuses Kate but then it doesn't take a whole lot to confuse her. The girls start with the trash talk even before they step foot inside the door which causes me to smirk, either me or Kate could take down any and all of that motley crew without breaking sweat....(BTW, if you girls are reading this, kate told me to say that)

Kate starts to spew some rubbish about how her and Daniel went romping around in the snow the other day. She's welcome to it, i romp around with Daniel on a nice fluffy rug in front of the fire when she's not around....and i let her know this, which, if i know Kate...and i do...will send her into a jealous rage.

So, just a quick recap if you are new to the ongoing tales of Kate V Erin. I am 5'6" 120lbs or thereabouts...(just eaten a Manchester tart....no NOT that kind of tart...look it5 up, its yummy) so i could be 122lbs, i have a 34C chest. My hair is currently brunette and tied into a low bob, finger nails as are toe nails and lips are post office red, eyes are blue with light blue eye shadow. Hell, i could almost fancy myself.

With the fight imminent i quickly strip down to my white bra and thong, i prfer the freedom this gives me re movements when i fight and the apartment is pretty warm.

"C'mon then tramp, you think you can win Daniel over by fighting with me, let's be 'avin you"

[Randomnosity25]

Well!
This will be engaging!
Looking forward to a furious and thought-provoking, wittily worded match between two titanesses of the catfighting world!
May the most imaginative, exciting, and all around better fighter win?
Yeah!
Sounds about right!
All the best,
A Daniel. Probably a different Daniel, but a guy can dream!

[#Bridgette#]

Mmm... I guess the two Queens of fcf are gonna give us all another treat and I can't wait to watch this unfold once again. The only thing that would make it better is if they were fighting over me instead of some silly boy! Lol...Ok, Ok  I'll stop I'm joking 

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Mmm... I guess the two Queens of fcf are gonna give us all another treat and I can't wait to watch this unfold once again. The only thing that would make it better is if they were fighting over me instead of some silly boy! Lol...Ok, Ok  I'll stop I'm joking 

While I can’t speak for Erin…never say never Bridgette  

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Well dear readers, let’s get the important stuff out of the way first. I did google Manchester tart and omg it looks delicious. Erin, let’s do lunch once this unpleasantness over Daniel is resolved and by resolved I mean, your knocked unconscious - loser buys lunch? Anyway I digress…

“Kate…is your ass and thighs getting fat?” Sneers a slutty Lexibabe…

I won’t lie, those words uttered by Lexibabe sting. But it’s the wake-up call I need; it really does remind me just how wretched and duplicitous our friends are. It also reminds me just how perilous a position I find myself in. Look fighting Erin one on one at the best of times is a dangerous endeavour and yes so far Erin has gotten the best of me…but only just! As for our beloved friends; if they’re not entertained by myself and Erin…I don’t doubt for a second that this gang of over sexed bitches will turn on us both. Of course they will wait until we’re at our weakest; courage is not a quality our friends possess. Besides treachery has served them so well over the years; why change now? And to be clear neither myself or Erin are the virtuous heroines of this tale. We’re just as bitchy and treacherous as the worst of our friends - we’re all sinners and that’s a role in life we were all born to play.

Anyway with me and Erin finally face to face and with no Daniel about to interfere in our business, it’s time to start the show. I walk over to the apartment door and lean against it as I begin to remove my Roman style heels. I hurl one into the right corner of the room and then I hurl the other at your fucking head. My shoe flys past the right side of your head and smashes into the wall. Both my shoe and a good amount of plaster fall onto the carpet. You look at bemused; but before you have a chance to display your wit again; well half of it at least. I turn to you and say:

“Well now I’ve got your attention; let’s do this - you fucking bitch!” I screech at you. With these words ringing around the room, our beloved friends begin to chant softly:

“Fight...Fight…Fight!!!”

It was like being back at school as I begin to close in on you, with my fists clenched as my 5ft 6” inch figure closes in. Unlike you I did not gorge myself on tarts before the fight, so my weight remained a healthy and firm 120lbs and my 34C girls were firm, hard and up for this fight. I approach you confidently, as you confidently begin to approach me.

You hiss…

“C'mon then tramp, you think you can win Daniel over by fighting with me, let's be 'avin you"

I respond by raising and slamming my bare right foot squarely into your belly button, the blow forces you to double over in pain and with hindsight eating all that tart was probably not the best thing to do before a fight. But before you have a chance to respond my left hand grabs and pulls you bob, before my right fist slams into your left eyes and sends you stumbling backwards. Our friends coo with excitement as our fight begins and while your stumbling I take a hair band out of my pocket and quickly put my hair into a ponytail.

“Stay Down and Stay the fuck away from Daniel!” I snap before I raise my fists and ready myself to intercept your inevitable counter attack.

Yt

[The Promoters]

This will be incredible and I will be watching closely! Thinking Erin is it but let's see

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

This will be incredible and I will be watching closely! Thinking Erin is it but let's see

Well then guess I will have to give you something to think about…

[Erin Lee]

Challenging this bitch Kate to a fight is quite unnecessary. We'd happily fight anywhere and anytime and while it's true that my previous wins against her were only narrow wins they were nevertheless WINS. The loungeroom rapidly fills up with our so called friends, we really need to drag one or two of them into our scrap but when the time comes to actually fight, they mysteriously vanish, maybe it's not soooo mysterious?

It's been said that i am a dirty bitch, well that's true, i am, a very dirty bitch who loves a good scrap. Win or lose it doesn't really matter as long as i get my shots in and make a bitch suffer.

Which brings me back to the matter in hand, this fight with the one and only Kate...let's be honest, would you really want more than one of her, even that is one too many if ya ask me.

We start to circle, as ya do. The assembled bitches start to shout "fight....fight....fight" and not being one who likes to let folk down i begin to close with the bitch....only this time it don't start well for yours truely.

As i close with you you administer a swift kick to my tummy, i never even saw it coming. I cough and bend forwards, my breath forced from between my clenched teeth, then you catch me with a well timed and executed right to my face, getting me flush on my left eye. I yelp in shock and in pain and go down onto my ass, gasping for breath and trying to make sense of what just happened as i look up at you arranging your hair in a scrunchie.

Clearly you are more than ready for any response i am able to make, that won't be easy from my sedentary position, i take a deep gulp of air and quickly look to scramble back to my feet.....and bitches, don't think it went unnoticed how you alll cheered Kate as i hit the deck.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

I watch with satisfaction as you stumble to the floor. My kick to your gut and swift punch got me off to a strong start. Our friends momentarily cheer for me, but we both know it won’t last. Beating Erin at anything is like running marathon, not a sprint. She has the strategic mind of a chess grandmaster, the body of an Olympian. She is also a world class bitch, I’m talking Meghan Markle levels of bitch! But unlike Meghan; Erin is genuinely likeable. She is the quintessential girl next door; yet her style and good looks would not be out of place on the catwalks of Milan. Yes, Erin is a worthy rival and we compete over everything. Who can eat the most Pizza? Who can drink the most gin? Who looks better in a black dress? Who can run 5km faster?

Or to put it another more dramatic way…

She tasks me. She tasks me, and I shall have her. I’ll chase her round the moons of Nibiru, and ‘round the Antares Maelstrom, and ‘round perdition’s flames before I give her up. And I shall have her!

Bonus points dear readers if you recognise the movie quote, but I think you get the gist. Me and Erin love to hate each other, we crave the drama that only a catfight can provoke. So as I smugly adjust my hair band, I look down on her with satisfaction as she begins to rise to her feet. Now at this point the sensible thing would be to say kick Erin in the face…but catfights are rarely sensible. So it should come as a shock to no one when I instead dive onto Erin. My hands grab her wrists as we tumble to the carpet. The momentum of this attack takes us into a roll and we rotate several times across the carpet. With each turn our legs entangle more until eventually we stop and I’m laying on top on you, staring into your eyes…no I stare deeper, I stare into your soul.

I hiss…

“Erin stay the hell away from my Daniel! He was with me all last night you know? We took a walk together down to the local pub. We sat next to the log fire and he stayed by my side throughout the evening. A number of girls saw him, tried to lure him from my side. They all failed! Daniel is mine you fucking bitch and as for the rest of you…you can all stay the fuck away from my Daniel bitches!”

My hands at that moment release your wrists and I push the right side of your face against the carpet with my left hand, while with my right hand I dig my nails into the left side of your face and give you four fresh, red tramlines that streak across your exposed cheek!

Meanwhile our friends smile and lick their lips with excitement and approval, as they can’t wait to see what you have in store for me?

Yt

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

This Daniel is a pretty lucky guy to have these two beautiful women fighting over him!!  I'm excited to see how it goes.

Daniel is not lucky, Daniel is awesome and deserves this. He won my heart the very first time we met and I’m not going to lose him to any hoe.

[Marley]

I think Kate takes Erin down this time

[Erin Lee]

Dear Lord, i was gonna say some stuff, but yabber yabber yabber, Kate said everything there is to say and added some sprinkles on top for good measure.

I'll say this, since we met we've fought, argued and gone up against each other in many ways. I like Kate, why i hear you ask. The reason is simple, when we fight it's always competitive, it's always intense, it's always close. Sure, i beat the bitch, both times, but there was barely a midges you know what between us, 'sides, it's not the result that inspires me, it's the way she writes and the content of what she does.

Ok, Kate promo well and truely over and forever consigned to the cyber garbage pile.

So, she gets her raggedy hair into that scrunchie and then, as i start to try and scramble to my feet she pounces on me, grabbing my wrists and flattening me back down onto the carpet.

I hear all the cries of "Ooooh, destroy the bitch Kate"..."Take her apart"....

You start to spew out more rubbish," you know Daniel only sits with you when i'm not around. You are a poor second choice and as there are only two choices that means ya no choice at all" i hiss back

It's then that you release one wrist and drag ya claws down my cheek as you press my face hard against the carpet. I squirm under you in pain, i feel a wetness on my cheek that can only be blood.

Our legs are tangled, you have the advantage of having your body pressing down on mine which limits my options when it comes to retaliating. I do have one hand free though so i ball up my fist and start to drive punch after punch at your face, not easy from the bottom position it's true, but hopefully still effective.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Why do us girls catfight? Interesting question isn’t it dear readers. Well let me tell you it’s not for the rewards. Occasionally we have something tangible to fight over but rarely. Having Daniel to fight over on this occasion is the exception that proves the rule.

So dear readers; why do girls like me and Erin catfight?

*We all hear the clockwork as our dear readers think*

“Fun?” Muse our dear readers…

Fun..Fun…FUN!!!. Does it look like catfights are fun when we’re pulling out clumps of each other’s hair and scratching each other’s faces? Take me and Erin, does it look like we’re having fun when we do all that? Lol ok..ok! I agree me and Erin bad example

*Giggle*

Anyway back to the fun…er catfight I have that bitch Erin pinned beneath me on the carpet. Our legs are a tangled mess and our thigh and calf muscles strain against each others. My chest heaves with excitement at the fresh red tramlines on Erin’s face. The level of personal satisfaction I feel at this moment threatens to overwhelm my senses. However thankfully Erin is on hand to keep me grounded and naturally she does this with style and grace…as the bitch makes a fist and punches me cleanly in the face. Once, twice, three times her fist pounds my face, I try to grimace through the pain, but my discomfort is etched on my face for all to see. These punches were clean and on target - Erin catches my nose and the top of my lip repeatedly. My lipstick is smeared across my jaw, my face turns red with anger and blood trickles down from my top lip.

“Fucking bitch!” I hiss, as my hands suddenly grab hold of yours and our fingers interlace and lock - we begin to struggle. As we struggle our legs slacken and amongst the swearing and of course the cheers from our friends we begin to transition to our knees. And here is where we end, on our knees, hands locked together struggling in a test of strength. With our eyes locked, we stare at each other’s injuries and argue violently over Daniel…

Yt

[Erin Lee]

I'll likely be scarred for life with that bitches nails digging deep grooves in my face. I was never too bothered by my looks anyway....as one comedians catch phrase goes..."Am i bovvered...i ain't bovvered" Had black eyes and my perfect straight nose owes it's existence more to a plastic surgeon than mother nature. That being said i guess i am bovvered after all.
My body strains for freedom, pinned down, as i am, under you. The only good thing about this is that you haven't mounted me and your kitty is nowhere near my face, thanks for small mercies. "You nasty bitch, i'm gonna freakin own you" i hiss, which, given my present circumstances makes a few of the assembled titter....as another comedy star used to say..."titter ye not"

So, i ball up my fist and in somewhat approaching desperation i send punch after punch at your face. Now i'm not expecting much by the way of damage from this, i am on the downlow after all but if i can just get you to stop clawing at my face and make you get the hell off me, then i'll settle for that. Gotta admit here, i do enjoy the sensations of bony knuckles on soft noses and lips and i see a smear of blood on my knucks as i draw my fist back for one more shot at that ugly witch.

Clearly this has the desired as you cease clawing and make a grab for my wrist. That ends my fun...yes FUN, despite what was said earlier by my opponent, i do get fun out of fighting....but it ends my fun for now, but my oh my you don't half look a mess. That pound store lipstick smeared all over your face, you face is red with blood, anger and perspiration. Mines just red from nail marks and the heat from your body as it presses down on mine.....anyway, i digress....you grab my wrists and pin them down, kinda puts an end to your attacks too and that's kinda dumb, you musta read Monicas book on how to lose a catfight, i bought a copy to level up a table in the kitchen, it was just the right size, 20 pages with big letters.

You then look to interlace your fingers with mine and we glare at each other. I whisper so the assembled can't cleaqrly hear.."i am so gonna end you this time....bitch"
We rock n roll....come to think of it you do look a bit like Mick Jagger, what in the living hell Daniel sees in you i have no idea, i must remember to take him to get his eyes checked when he reappears. So we struggle, our muscles flexx...reminds me i need to buy spinich...and slowly, still glaring we rise back to our feet.

I feel a sneaky move coming on and it may surprise you that it has nothing to do with Kates kitty, what it does have to do with is a swiftly raised right foot and a vicious kick with the heel of said foot at the inside of Kates left knee. Now if you've ever taken a kick to that area you'll know it not only hurts like a bitch....quite appropriate methinks....but it can also make you feel just a bit nauseas...it's only fair, i've been looking at her face for far too long in this fight already.