[#Bridgette#]

I LOVE when you two tangle!

Not as much as me though 

[sadie]

I step out of the motel room – hair a rat’s nest, lipstick smeared, shirt buttoned wrong, one shoe-on, one shoe-off.

Behind me, Daniel’s laying on the bed exhausted – shirtless torso sweaty, breathing hard.

“You ladies keep pillow-fighting as long as you want,” I wink. “Daniel’s in good hands.”

[Erin Lee]

I step out of the motel room – hair a rat’s nest, lipstick smeared, shirt buttoned wrong, one shoe-on, one shoe-off.

Behind me, Daniel’s laying on the bed exhausted – shirtless torso sweaty, breathing hard.

“You ladies keep pillow-fighting as long as you want,” I wink. “Daniel’s in good hands.”

Oh dear, Sadie, you will live to regret that comment.

[Erin Lee]

And she accuses me of yapping a lot?!?! I guess it's alright if ya wanna read 15 paragraphs before you get to the action. I actually fell asleep half way through that monologue and woke to find her fists coming flying at me from all directions. Good to see one missed though. Don't worry, sarcasm is my main weapon of choice, Kates is talking. Am i being mean? I sure hope so. Nice of Sadie to let us all know where Daniel is and what he's been doing, i think Sadie is just a wishful dreamer, only this dream will turn into her nightmare...and that my friends is a promise.

See now, Katie, for tis she i share a flat with. Some call them apartments but being a north Manchester chick i call them by there real name...flats. Frasier has an apartment and he's a yank. Why i hear you ask, do two people who clearly spend much of their time hating and fighting each other share a flat? Well i'll tell ya. Katie, on her more amenable days is a friendly, generous outgoing chick. Legs up to her ass, a smile that would melt an iceberg and lotsa money. On top of that she enjoys a good fight and that is the real attraction of Katie. It saves me having to go looking for a fight when i know i can come back to our FLAT and within a matter of minutes we are going at it. Added to that, neither of us are gonna be calling the fuzz, plod, pigs, peelers, coppers and any other name you know the police by. So there you have it, we live together cos we like to fight together. I'm pretty sure that makes us certifiable but what else would you expect from two women who actually LIKE to fight.

I should say at this point that Monica has agreed to fight me once this fight is over, no doubt hoping i'll be sufficiently beat up to offer lil resistance.

And so, to the fight. I push Kate away, she replies by swinging punch after punch at my face and body. Some hit, the one to my tit knocked it out of my bra. The assembled hooted in delight at this. Then a punch to my face catches me fully on the cheek. That one not only staggered me, it turned my face to the side and sent a shower of sweat flashing across the room. It hurt, i won't deny it, it hit the very same area that Kates nails had carved pretty pictures on earlier.

I scream out in rage and rush at you. All thoughts of a tactical scrap now long gone. My hands flail at your face, my body crashes into yours..."I fucking HATE you" i scream as i try to headbutt you on the nose.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

It was only a few seconds after my fist connected with Erin that I heard Sadie’s shocking revelation. My knees shuddered, it felt like the weight of my body was going to collapse me to the floor. I slowly turn my head to Sadie and with a broken voice I say:

“Sa-Sa-Sadie…you…you…did..whaaaat with Daniel? My Daniel!”

I turn my back on Erin and walk over to you, looking you sternly in the eyes. I’m a mixture of emotions - anger and disappointment wash over me.

*Smack*

My open right hand burns across your left cheek.

“Sadie, we’re going to have to have a little talk!” I hiss at you before I turn and head back over to Erin.

The room erupts, etiquette would suggest that me turning back on Erin to slap Sadie was bad form to say the least. Slapping a spectator is almost unheard of at arranged catfight, however this situation is most definitely unique. Erin doesn’t say a word to me about that slap but her eyes convey a sense of agreement with my actions. Be it me or Erin left standing at the end, one of us will be having words with Sadie.

Still this fleeting moment of mutual understanding and respect does not last long as Erin absolutely loses her cool….but before we continue, I have a confession:

Dear readers and my beloved friends…I am Erin’s mistress!

Gasps fill the room with perhaps the biggest one coming from Erin herself. I’m sure this shocking statement is news to her, but let me elaborate. As I’m not that sort of mistress, or that sort of mistress! I calmly say to Erin:

“Omg Erin, our readers have such filthy minds!!!”

Look the only part of Erin I would ever claim to be mistress of is her “Prefrontal Cortex”. See, I bet none of you had that on your 2025 catfight bingo cards did you? Now I see everyone looks puzzled? Don’t worry, I get that look a lot.

Anyway the prefrontal cortex is the part of the brain that helps regulate emotions and control impulsive reactions, such as anger. Well in the case of Erin, I own that territory. I am the mistress of Erin’s prefrontal cortex…as no bitch alive has mastered the art of provoking and enraging her to the point where she just loses it as well as me! When it comes to cool, calm Erin…I’m her kryptonite!

With the biology lesson over we get back to Erin losing her cool, she charges at me like the crazy cat woman from the Simpsons. Her hands flail wildly in front of my face and her nails randomly snag and scrape both my cheeks. Broken red tramlines begin to breakout all over my face as Erin screams:

“I fucking HATE you"

Before grabbing hold of me and head butting me in my nose.

*Crunch*

“Arhhh you fucking bitch!” I squeal in pain, as I stumble backwards a few steps before eventually falling backwards and landing on my pert ass. Blood begins to drip from my right nostril, as my hands gingerly try to soothe my aching head and bruised nose. Tears begin to form around my eyes and my mascara puts on its running shoes in anticipation of racing across my cheeks.

However head butting me was tad painful for Erin too…she…

What happened to Erin? Will the mascara on the left or right side of Kate’s face win the race across her cheeks? Is Kate really the Mistress of Erin’s Prefrontal Cortex?

Tune in tomorrow (or possibly later today) for the next exciting episode of “We need to talk about Daniel.” - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

[marlu Queen]

Watching the fight between these two bitches I have to say that you have not been the only ones to spend moments with Daniel, while I shake my hair and adjust my top with my girls

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Watching the fight between these two bitches I have to say that you have not been the only ones to spend moments with Daniel, while I shake my hair and adjust my top with my girls

Really???

Marlu, you’re going to regret this…mark my words!

[Erin Lee]

Seems MY Daniel is uber popular but that is hardly a surprise to me. There are plenty who claim to own him, including the bitch Kate and that's ok too. You are all liars, cheats and sluts....as the song goes *All my friends are sluts and whores* In fact, after a quick trip over to YouTube i found this....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsC_2u4fMOY

Now, it's a Saturday morning, if i remember correctly Kate is going to open the voting today. I urge you people, vote, vote, vote. Vote for me or vote for Kate, she tried so hard the lil dear, even trying to start another fight with Sadie mid way through a fight with me, i mean, that's confidence, right? or stupidity? You decide. Hell, the bitch even turned her back on me...now where did i put that baseball bat? But no, i wouldn't, would i? nah. I enjoy watching Sadie getting slapped silly too much to try and interfere. So i stand there, right hip cocked, right hand resting on right hip, right eyebrow raised

Finally you get back to me...so very kind of you. I uncock hip, lower eyebrow and bunch up fist. Yep the bitch penetrated my well known cool as the red tram lines on her face and the swollen nose clearly show. Penetrating my cool is not the smartest decision you have ever made

You don't really look so cute sat there on ya butt with ya face all messed up and ya nose dripping blood. I could, right here and now aim a kick at the underside of ya jaw and end this scrap, but my cool has recooled so instead of following up that headbutt, which i have to say, i am not that proud of delivering, it was cheap and despite what Kate says, i am NOT cheap.

I rearrange my breasts back inside my bra, getting them all nice n comfy, then i reach for Kates hair, but i don't try and lift her, i remember what happened last time i did that, instead i start to back away, looking to drag her by said hair across the carpet.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

The moment you’ve all been waiting for is here at last….voting is open

Xoxo
Kate

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Firstly and probably most Importantly that song Erin found for us, I have to admit it definitely fits us all like a glove - especially Steph! But am I the only who could totally imagine that song in a Disney animation? It would be a perfect for Frozen 3…just imagine it

Anyway let’s get back to the action, so Erin who totally lost her cool (Probably still sulking from gaining a few pounds) has just head butted me! Such undignified behaviour for a catfight…but never the less it was effective and knocked me onto my pert and frankly magnificent ass. With my nose now in need of one of those previously mentioned miraculous face changes, I was pissed! Erin however was busy adjusting her bra again, honestly that girl adjusts her bra so often I think she’s hoping that a fucking genie will pop out! Oh that film Aladdin has a lot to answer for.

Still as I begin to scheme and plot Erin’s downfall and make no mistake the bitch is going down! Just then I feel Erin’s fingers grab my hair, but instead of pulling me up she drags me across the room. Thankfully my jeans protect me from any nasty carpet burns, but my scalp is blazing like Los Angeles. And yes, dear readers it fucking hurts and for those of you who’ve been paying attention. I previously mentioned my mascara had put on its running shoes, well team right took the victory in the running race and my cheeks are now a glorious mess.

However as Erin pulls my hair I crawl as fast as I can towards her. Eventually I close the gap between us and then am further aided by Erin and her legendary sense of direction. So legendary is her sense of direction or total lack of it. Rumour’s from a reliable source…

“It’s Steph isn’t it!” Our dear readers scream at once.

Yes, and granted maybe reliable is too strong a word…still trust me - this bitch has her sources!!!

However according to Steph, Erin once got lost in a parking lot, gave up, and called an Uber - to the exact spot where her car was parked.
So as you can see Erin boxing herself into a corner came as no surprise. But what did come as a surprise was me getting on my knees in front of her, pulling back my right fist and smashing it straight into her kitty! My punch was clean, precise and even our dear friends said they felt that one. However I did not know this at the time, as I was screaming at Erin:
“You fucking Bitch! I hate you whore…I hate you so much!”
Does Kate really hate Erin? (Yes I scream) Would Erin get herself lost on an Escalator?

Tune in tomorrow (or possibly later today) for the next exciting episode of “We need to talk about Daniel.” - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

[Erin Lee]

Listen, popsicle, if i didn't spend time adjusting my boobs back inside my bra, firstly i'd be concentrating on you...and you know that would not be a good thing...for you. And secondly they would take everyones attention away from you and that's another thing you wouldn't enjoy...so quit moaning.

As for my sense of direction, well, i know where you are and at the moment that's the only direction i need to know...capiche?

As for getting lost on an escalator, well i've never managed to do this but i have had one unfortunate incident involving one. When i was ickle i sat down on a step as the escalator moved upwards, only i didn't get up as it reached the top and my hand was sliced open by them sharp bits of metal where the treads vanish to go back and do it all over again. It hurt!

So, i'm dragging Kate around the room by her hair, she scuttles after me as quickly as her rather large posterior will allow. The assembled are laughing and jeering, does that mean they support me?...does it hell. They don't give a monkeys who wins as long as we both get beat up. Like i said previously, sluts and whores.

I'm just starting to enjoy myself when Kate has to go and ruin things by getting a bit too close and slamming her fist into my kitty. Time seems to stand still, my mouth drops open, eyes widen, then a rather loud moan of protest...oh ok, more like a screech of pain exits my mouth. I let go of her hair and as my knees wobble i go to covering my kitty with both hands...that was as low, if not lower than a headbutt, you bitch.

I back away as fast as my knock knees will allow..."fucking tramp" i hiss, more of a strangled groan if i'm honest, then i slowly subside to my knees with my back to the wall.

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

*I Smile and Giggle playfully*

I know, I know - where the hell did all this come from? I’m in the most important catfight of my life against Erin! Where I’m literally fighting tooth and nail over My Daniel and he is My Daniel! But Erin called me “Popsicle” which honestly I thought was cute. See Erin does love me, despite the tears and tantrums…she definitely loves me and well that just made me smile. Now if only Erin will admit it?

Still to be fair to Erin, saying “I love you too Kate”. It’s probably the last thing on her mind at the moment since I just punched the bitch in her kitty. With this blow Erin screeched like a banshee, her knees began to wobble and she eventually dropped to them in the corner. With us both on our knees, our eyes reunited and we glared deeply into each other’s souls. Erin hiss’s at me:

“Fucking Tramp!”

I briefly think about saying something back but instead I simply blow her a kiss, which I guess would wind her up probably a lot more. But as fun as it is to mess with Erin’s mind, I really should get back to the catfight. So with both hands I grab hold of Erin’s hair and yank her head towards me and down towards the carpet. However as you’re being pulled by your hair towards me, I’m doing a backwards style roll onto my back. I spread my legs with anticipation and with one final tug, your neck is between my thighs. I excitedly lock my ankles together and scissor your neck as I begin to squeeze! But as if this scissor was not painful and annoying enough, I take the opportunity to have a chat with you:

“So Erin…how do you like it between my thighs you bitch? By the way, while you’re like this I guess it’s a good time to confess that it was me. It was I who…”

What did Kate do to Erin? How will Erin escape from the grip of Kate’s thighs? Will Monica ever successfully complete the McDonald’s child’s maze puzzle she’s been struggling with since the fight began?

Tune in tomorrow for the next exciting episode of “We need to talk about Daniel.” - same Cat-time, same Cat-channel!

[marlu Queen]

without losing attention to the fight between these two bitches, the only thing I want is for them to ruin each other, neither of them is better than me...

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

without losing attention to the fight between these two bitches, the only thing I want is for them to ruin each other, neither of them is better than me...

Please Marlu, catfighting is a game for the young! So why don’t you go and crochet something you jealous old crone!

[marlu Queen]

without losing attention to the fight between these two bitches, the only thing I want is for them to ruin each other, neither of them is better than me...

Please Marlu, catfighting is a game for the young! So why don’t you go and crochet something you jealous old crone!

That comment makes me take part in the fight... while Erin drags Kate by the hair... I kicked that bitch Kate in the legs