[ravenkelly]

we are investagating the ghostly asylum canteen pots and pans crashing to the floor feeling a ghostly hand holding are hands we start trash talk all the time the hate we have is feeding the asylums hunger for hatered and murderous side of us i feel the ghost lifed my hand i scream bitch at you as i throw one pan after another at you as amystious force force us to change back in tp viscous hellcats

[lilfightingcutie2]

Hearing all the yelling and screaming and seeing the two super hawt schoolgirls tearing into each other. I hear Sadie pop her head out and I run over and climb into her cell with her and lock the door. "Yikes its scary out there!!! I totally voted for Karly though!!!"

[Karly_Kats]

Verbal barbed comments fly back and forth... "Bitch...Whore...Slut...Skank..." Growl after growl, hiss after hiss but there always seams to be a third echo.. a mysterious mimicking voice with the faintest of uncomprehendable and very poor English... Hmmm must be that there cuban cook ...

As pan after pot after pan after pot whizzes past my head i finally realise its not just the greasy evil spirit that wants her kitchen back, its Kelly slinging pots trying to crush my skull...

"Throw one more fucking...."

Ducking as one more pan spins handle first like some dodgey 3D horror movie... Damn Karls nice reflexes.. The pan clatters behind me as Kelly shrugs her shoulders sneakily reaching for one more pan flinging it with all her might, this pan seams ladden heavier than the others and as it sores throug the air its contents are revealed ....SPAGHETTI MUTHAFUCKIN HOOOOOPS...

A squelchy splurgey sound rings out as my face takes the brunt of the IFO (Itallian flying object) the stale slimey pasta plunging into my blouse forcing a disturbing "EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" from my lips...

Scooping 2 handfulls of the squiggly pasta treats i dash toward Kelly, teeth bared, sauce dripping from my cute as a button nose, hoops clinging to my cleavage as i step on a chair, then to a table and i launch myself with the bestest ever John McClaine impersanation..."YipeeeeeeKiYaaaayMotherFuckerrrrr...." a mass of gorgousness served with a pasta surprise bringing my hoop filled fists down double sledge stylie into the blonde bimbos head slopping the mess all over her...

"That makes us even bitch..." Kelly hisses as she wipes away sauce from her eyes...

"Nope..." Smashing the frying pan i picked from the table smack bang into her face.

"THAT makes us even Slut"

[ravenkelly]

stumbling backwards from karly's frying pan attack i snarl look at my blouse whore i screan running fast  rugby tackle my rival on to the metal kitchen tables ripping ur cheap ass blouse i tear ur blpuse as i sink my teeth in ur neck as my right hand searches for a knife

[Karly_Kats]

The frying pan wasnt a good idea all i seam to have done is wake up the monster in this bitch...

"UUGGGHHHHHHHH" Slipping on spaghetti as i am tackled back into the unforgiving steel tables bolted to the floor for the saftey od the clientel, but offering no play for two vengeful hellcats determined to destroy each other...

The indignity i feel as this cxnt rips my blouse open exposing my 34D's still sauced but she doesnt care proof in that is the way she sinks her teeth into my neck like some sort of rabid dog...

"GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING NASTY CUUUUUNT" Scraeming with a rage so brutal it might just wake the dead..

As she clamps her teeth into me i ball up my left fist and swing like a heavy weight, swinging like  i have nothing to lose and pummeling my fist into your face aggain and again
"I Said (punch) Get (punch) The (punch) Fuck (punch) Off (punch) Me (punch) You (punch) CUUUUNNNTTTTT (punch)

Each punch given with malice retaliating to the vicious bite...

[ravenkelly]

i release ur neck to escape ur viscous fist  laughing at ur tatered blouse as i climb on the steel table top as i try to get a  way from my hellcat rival

[Karly_Kats]

It seams the relentless punching has done the trick as a snarling Kelly rolls off and clambers up onto the table turning and hissing at me like some sort of feral animal... her hiss turning to laughter as she cackles like a with at the state of my undress my blouse torn open and my tits on display for allto see...
She turns and leaps across the table tops like a mountain GOAT...

"Yeah thats it bitch fucking do one ill find you and ill finish your fat fucking ass..."

Oh shes gone... Looking down at my dishrevelled stat i pull the two halfs of my blouse and tie them as best i can to try and cover and contain my tits... Why is it when facing a feral hellcat wanting to rip me apart, ghosts of cuban cooks and creepy lunatic asylums am i fucking wearing a chaep bli=ouse and a very short skirt.. Wheres my combats and boots wheres my denim and leather... for fucks sake Karly...

A pan falls off behind me and that unintelligable laughrer rings out again

"And you can shut it too bitch...Oh Yeah your cooking SUCKS..."

Turning my back to the kitchen area i start to stroll toward the other exit, just as i lean my hand to the door a ladle comes flying through the air and stars bashing and striking me on the head....

"Ow Ow Ow Ow OwOWWWWW"

turning to see the angry ghost of Evangelina the disgruntled cook ladle in and..."Hey its not my fault you cant cook bitch..."
pressing open the doors i step through as the angry screams continue as the doors slam shut halting the ghost in her tracks.. i turn and put my middle finger up and stick out my tongue...

[Kellicat]

Tramp sister Karly takes care of Ravenkelly

[stormbolt7]

The lovely ladies continue to battle through the asylum ...... I see some food made by Evanglina's ghost.. Even deceased she is a tasty looking temptress, that knows how to cook.

Through some of the corridors and hallways... eerie shimmery mists float, and move about. Yet no wind or breeze can be detected.

The steady plip, plop, plip of something wet dripping echoes along the passages. Maybe close by or maybe far ahead. The soft patter of water from a shower head?? Maybe a final bath, the tub filled, waiting for the victim?? Not to mention possibly crimson blood, dripping down, along the walls....

Sadie... you can come out.... shock treatment is ready.. OR you could hurry, and join me, in the asylum directors offices. For popcorn and scary movies!!

The fight continues!!

Storm

[ravenkelly]

climbing over the  steel tables get to the door i turn around i seeing karly dqrting through a door i go through my door mark nurse quarters as a ghostly figure beckons me on down the corridor more and more as i reqch the matrons room reading the sign it says vanessa the sexy matron opening the door i find her and read in horror about her viscous catfights with nurse and inmates

[Karly_Kats]

The finger was WAAAAAY too soon a move as with no clear effort the dorrs almost swing off thre hinges and an angry cuban cook weilding ladles and spatulas like nunchuks screams and chases me up an down corridors, in an out of cells and rooms till even in spiritual form her fat ass slows her down and keeps her panting as i escape....

"Ha Ha shoulda avoided yourown cooking bitch..." giggling as i come to a hlt and grab my knees gasping and sucking down air to fill my depleated lungs...

"Pheeeewww that was a close one..." cringing asi rub my head from the series of thuds and smacks from the kitchen utensils...

My attention is suddenly peekedas i here th maniacle laughter and constant cussing of someone called Sadie ? Who ever she is thisperson isnt a fan... "Biscuits and sausage gravy bitch..." "pigy mudslinging slut..." "skydiving skank..."
I push open the door to a dank looking classroom, several eazels line the floor, canvases littering the tables but in the centre of the room is an upright eazel containing a canvas but it isnt blank it has a picture of what seams to be a girl... but the girl is in a coffin theres red splodges all over it and the body of the girl seams to have a varying array of knives, axes, cleavers, a javelin and even a chainsaw ticing out of the corpse next to it a headstone  RIP Sadie on it... Wow ive heard of art therapy but whoever painted this had some SERIOUS ISSUES... i glance closer to inspect a signiture... M...hmm Mi...erm... MICHELLE ahhh (The Tramp Michelle)
As my nose brushes the still wet paint im distracted by the sound of a paint pot rolling across the floor, i turn to see where it came from as it comes to a halt at my feet...

"its amazing these paintings all helping the seriously disturbed all this time agooooooooooholyfuckingshit... ITS STILL WET !!!!!!

Im suddenly chilled to the bone as the wraithest of spirits soars toward me brandishing paintbrushes with a crazed look on her face almost decayed features in gym clothes her dark hair reminiscent of Regan MacNiel (look it up)
Her mouth wide open and hellishly sharp fangs on display....

"Ok honey look its a pretty picture but you need to use more of your palette i ean red and black is so last year why not throw some splashes of yellow or greens in there  ill give it a 4 outta 10 for effort but you need toexpand your horizons ok ? Maybe try a landscape ? A nice beach scene..."

Tha phantom confused scratching her head with a paintbrush as she flicks her gaze betweenme and the painting as i slowly back the fuck outta the room...

Closing the door behind me as the ghost still puzzled starts throwing stuff and by stuff i mean a tantrum..

"Jeeeeez they really did have some real fucking nutjobs in here.. and speaking of nutjobs wheres that bitch Kelly..."

[ravenkelly]

reading on  in the  i come to a blank page the a pen flies of the dest and writes on the page find the key or destroy ur rival to be set free of this knightmare  i close the book and go on the search for the key or that cow karly

[Karly_Kats]

The only sounds are the squeeks of my trainers on the floors its kinda a fun game slamming your soles into the floor and counting the length of the echoing squeek... Oh for fucks sake Karls sweetie you're losing it big time.. Focus girl... Where would she be...

I start to climb a steel spriral staircase and it leads me to surprise surprise a library... I guess the inmates need to read something... Brushing along the shelves of dusty old books some literary classics, Dickens, Shakespeare, Twain... to name but three (ok so i dont read alot of classics im sure someone can fill in the blanks right?)
A whole host of Mills & Boon, trashy Jackie Collins gumph and the sick twisted spine chilling tales from Barbera Cartland..."EEwwwww" i shiver at he very thought...

As i stroll the grand fireplace with the huge white fluffy rug infront of it lashes into life... flickering Roaring flames belch from its cavernous pit, my mind flashes back to all those lewd sexfighting sessions with my girl Sarah oh we'd spend hours grinding at each other in a passionate desire so intensley erotic... Shame shes not here now i could do with taking out some pent up frustrations, my time in this asylum has been stressfull enough...

Karly snap out of it girl you have a house of a thousend maniacs to exploe to find the skank of all skanks...Kelly... But lets face it she so isnt gonna be in here now is she i mean books...pffft i cant halp but laugh at my own comments...

The laughter stops suddenly as the voice we both heard earlier in the night bellows out from the fire place, a demonic face blazing through the flames...

"This place is your tomb... This place is your Nightmare...  Face the demons you keep... Or spend eternity trapped in here destined to roam the halls for everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...."

"Oh what ...Really ? I mean come on next youll be telling me to GET OUUTTT in some spokky yet mildly arousing Morgan Freman voice..."

"GEEEEETTTTT OUUUUTTTT" (in the style of an angry Morgan Freeman)

"Ooooh yes daddy whatever you say Dadd....Shush... no.. huh ? thats so a movie cliche now just how the hell do i get outta here..."

"Find the Key  (Duhhh) or face and destroy your rival..."

Ok so key hunting meh... or kicking the shit outta blondie Mmmm oh i think i know where this is going ...

[ravenkelly]

walk pass the libary i hear ur trainers squeek i move up on to the stair case near the nurses station  as u come out the  libary i charge claw arched hitting you full force you reply by digging ut claws in my skin as we crash through the glass window of the tv and day room

[Karly_Kats]

Asside from the squeek squeek squeek of my childish behavoir the halls are quiet...too quiet... the only other sound is the panting of Kelly as she lunges like a jungle cat from a tree growling with her claws projected outwards aimed at my face....

"YEOOOOOWWWW BITCCCCCHHHHH"

The shock attack leaving my defenseless but my insticts always wired to stave off savage attacks, my claws instantly react and i press into your exposed thigh raking my claws up digging in as hard as i can slowly gouging into your skin, a slight consolation for the devastating scratches your rake into my face ad neck, both of us locked in another murderous embrace.. The momentum from the lungne plenty enough to stagger me and hard enough to send us both crashing through the window of the tv/day room.

Clasped in each others claws the shattered glass landing on the floor and all over us, several shards piercing our flesh, my leg takes a slither of glass giving my a deep cut spilling my blood to the floor and trickling all over my thigh...

"AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH FUUUCCCKKK GET IT OUT FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK..."

Nothing but screams return from Kelly's mouth, it seams as much as i am in pain she has a shard of glass in her calf, as we crash and howl in pain we rollapart but instantly get to our feet and immediatly esume the chaos....

"You fucking slut its you or me and trust me bitch its gonna be you ..."

Balling up both my fists i charge at Kelly throwing left then right, left then right again, driving my knuckles into her face and into her breasts a sick sadistic grin on my lips until Kelly rips open my blouse again and with such a vicious clawing she digs her talons into my exposed tits, two savage sets of claws raking and dragging across my titflesh aswe spin and crash over chairs and tables landing on the floor me atop of Kelly with her claws still hooked into my tits i keep my blood curdling screams at the top of my lungs as i reach behid me shoving my claws into Kelly's crotch grabbing her savagely...

"LET GO OF MY TITS YOU JEALOUS FUCKING WHOOOORE"

Still she rakes still she turns my tits into zebra strips untill i drive my fist ingto her mouth thers an audible SMAAAACCCCKKKKK as i deliver a lip spitting blow making you yell out loud forcing our seperation..
As we assess our wounds, trying to pull the glass from our legs one of the TV's flickers on...