On February 17th I wrote that my former girlfriend Brooke, had got in a wild brawl at her own wedding a few years ago with a sexy young blonde that she knew from college. They had words before the ceremony started, and exchanged slaps before they were separated. The blonde took a seat next to me at the end of a pew, and was dangling her right shoe in the aisle as the procession began. As Brooke walked by, she managed to knock the blonde's shoe off and kicked it down the aisle. The blonde smiled at me, and said she would get revenge for being embarrassed in front of so many people. She asked if I would be her escort for the reception. I knew that was where there would be fireworks, and began to assess who would win a catfight if they were uninterrupted. Brooke is a little taller than the blonde, and she is a few years older. Both women are in great physical shape. The blonde has long, curly hair that she was wearing down that day. She was wearing a tight fitting, off-the shoulder white dress, smoke colored hose, and black patent Christian Louboutin stiletto heels. Brooke entered the reception wearing her traveling clothes. She was wearing a beige sweater dress cut low in front, tan stockings, and beige stiletto heel slides. Her dark brown hair was done up in a French twist. Both women were hot, and for a while I doubted that they would really fight. I quickly changed my opinion once the dancing started. As soon as the first dance was over, the blonde asked Brooke's husband to dance. She made a point of pressing her body against him, and refused to let Brooke cut in. The husband was clearly enjoying his dance with the blonde, and that made Brooke even madder. Brooke called her a little slut, and slapped her face. The blonde returned the slap, but knew better than to get in a fight in front of Brooke's friends, but she called Brooke a bitch, and said to meet her outside on the lawn if she wanted to settle this woman to woman. The blonde stormed outside, and I went out after her to see if Brooke would show up. It didn't take long for Brooke to appear. The setting was perfect for a catfight. The lawn was wet in places, there was a plastic wading pool to one side, and there were several flower beds. Best of all, the area was private, and surrounded by a fence. The ensuing brawl lasted about 5 minutes, and I will fill in the details shortly. Who do you think won? All I will say right now, is that it was very even, and a lot of damage was done.
