[Anne_Cougar]

Hello, folks! 
Here comes a new fight with the same old story: young vs old. 
This time CaitlinBest wants to end her virtual life at the tender age of 34. 

A cage fight to the death is agreed. 
The tired of life who wants to compete against me is, as already mentioned,
CaitlinBest,
34 yo,
5'8 "tall
and so fat that she weighs 150.
The counterpart is me,
Anne_cougar,
53 yo,
5'9" tall
and a Lightweight of 145.

Dear members, you are welcome to bet on the winner, but who ultimately leaves the cage alive, the fight alone decides. 
So Caitlin, let's go to the last stand!

[Leeann54]

Vote for Anne

[CaitlinBest]

I stand in the changing room, pulling on my black sports bra and white Capri length yoga pants over my black g-string. I look over my shoulder at my boyfriend and blow him a kiss. “Don’t even worry, she’s so old, she might break a hip the first time I throw her to the mat,”I say to him as I slide on my black jelly anklet and check the white polish on my fingers and toes. There is a knock at the door and I give him a wink, “enjoy the show,” I say as I step out of the room and begin walking to the cage as he makes his way to his front row seat. The crowd cheers as they see me and I bask in their adoration. I smile and wave, knowing that they just want violence, but really believing that they love me.

[Anne_Cougar]

I warm up in my black wetlook yoga pants, my breasts fill the red sports bra. 
A knock on the door calls me out to the fight. 
I walk through the dim corridor and enter the hall in the middle of which is the brightly lit cage.  Applause breaks out when the audience sees me.  I see you already standing in the cage as I get closer. 
I enter the arena and, without even looking at you, i go to the post with the red cushion. 
The announcer enters to introduce the fighters.

[Anne_Cougar]

Vote for Anne

Leeann, I thank you  for your active participation in all the fights that I organize here.

[Evelyn]

knowing that they just want violence, but really believing that they love me.

Your first instinct was right. The second part is wrong.

[Leeann54]

I agree with Evelyn

[CaitlinBest]

As the announcer introduces us I bounce around in my corner, getting myself psyched up to tear you apart. Seeing you just standing there I tighten up the ponytail my hair is in and make sure my side swept bangs are out of my face. “I can’t wait to break your dried up old neck bitch,” I yell over to you as the announcer steps out of the cage and the bell rings. Once it does, I raise my fists and start moving towards you, a cocky grin on my face, feeling very confident.

[Anne_Cougar]

I whip myself up, make sure that my adrenaline level rises and punch into the red cushion of the post. 
Then I turn around, smile at your threat and reply, "Remember my face, it will be the last thing you will see at the end of your poor existence!" 
See you walking towards me bursting with confidence. 
I raise my fists in front of my body and we begin to circle. 
Our circular movement is only occasionally interrupted by a feint. 
Then we circle again. 
The distance between us is slowly narrowing.  Until the point where I storm you, try to ram my left shoulder into your body and want to bring you onto the canvas.

[CaitlinBest]

As we get closer and slower, circling around and feinting punches at one another, I am keeping my eyes locked onto you. Suddenly I see you shift your weight and charge me. I pivot on my left foot, sliding out of the way of your shoulder charge. Taking the opportunity, a swing a jab with my left and a quick right cross, trying to connect with your face or head.

[Anne_Cougar]

My first attack misses you, you skilfully avoid it. 
I shoot past you and you try to bring a jab to my face. 
I'm lucky that your blow missed my face. 
Because your fist hits my body hard and I can feel the punch of your fist clearly. 
Because of the swing in combination with your punch, I stumble and have to get on my knees for a moment. 
Immediately I come back up, turn around and expect a counterattack from you.

[CaitlinBest]

I see you hit your knees and laugh. “So many years of being in that position, you can’t help it anymore huh?” I say, taunting you as the crowd cheers me on. Watching you as you get back up, waiting for you to turn around and face me. Once you do, you seem a toothy grin on my face with a sadistic look in my eyes, and that’s when I kick my left foot out, trying to punt you right in the kitty.

[Anne_Cougar]

Just back on my feet,
awaiting your attack,
a hell of a pain rushes through my body. 
I expected a mean attack, but not that you would kick between my thighs. 
With wide eyes I hold my crotch and sink to my knees again. 
"That lousy cxnt!"  It shoots through my head as I try to regain control of my body.

[CaitlinBest]

I laugh again as I grip your hair in my left hand and walk a slow circle around you. “Look at yourself. We’ve been fighting for what? A minute? And you’re on your knees for the second time,” I say, pulling hard on your hair, bending your neck backwards. I bend over once I am behind you so I can whisper in your ear,  “This isn’t going to be a fight you old slut... this is going to be a slaughter.” Then I stand back up, place my right foot on your back between your shoulders, and shove you forward as I let go of your hair, trying to push you to your stomach on the mat.

[Anne_Cougar]

With my face contorted with pain, I kneel on the floor as you step behind me, press your foot into my back while you hold my hair. 
I scream and curse until you hit me with full force on the canvas. 
You push me powerfully on the mats, I begin to kick, defend myself wildly, until I look at your standing leg, it is close to the left side of my body.  I think about it for a moment, then put my left arm behind your ankle and pull on it with all my might.  You lose your steadfastness, get unbalanced and I'll get out of this mess in a moment.