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Older Soccer Mom Vs Stacy Keilber
Anna won an opportunity of a lifetime. She won a contest in which the winner gets to fight Stacy Keibler for the WWE Woman’s World Championship. Anna is a kind hearted soccer mom, but if some one messed with her or her son, she can be as tough as nails. She was a much shorter, mature, 52 years old, with beautiful powerfully shapely hips a flat stomach and nice breasts for her age. Over all, for a 52 year old, Anna was in very good shape and was really excited about this opportunity! Anna had been in her share of neighborhood fights over the years and she figured she’d break the bonnie blond in two, win the Championship and the Money that came with the victory. Stacy entered the ring first, too many Boos from the crowd. They really hated the evil vixen and were behind Anna 100%. Next Anna entered the ring. The crowd went crazy and wanted to see the older Mother Pound on the stuck up blond Champion. The bell rang. The two ladies charged each other. Anna went low, aiming her shoulder at Stacy’s midsection, while trying to grab her legs for the take down. She got them and both ladies fell down to the ground. Stacy on her back and Anna landed on top of her. Stacy quickly wrapped her legs around Anna. The older mother immediately froze and gasped for a second. It felt like a Python was wrapped around her. She couldn’t believe how powerful Stacy’s skinny legs were. She immediately tried to use her hands to pry herself free. That’s when Stacy started pounding Anna in the face and on her side. Anna had to stop trying to pry herself free and cover her head. Stacy quickly grabbed the back of Anna’s neck and pulled the older Mother up against her. Anna was completely trapped and could hardly move. The breath was being squeezed out of her. She started to bead with sweat, her body started to feel like Jell-O. Stacy felt the once tense and powerful older ladies body turning soft. Within minutes Anna had stopped struggling. She new she was trapped and the air was slowly being weened out of her. Now she was mainly focusing on trying to stay conscious and Stacy new it! A few minutes later, Anna was barely conscious, her stomach was throbbing and she didn't have the strength to take many more breaths. Stacy let go of the defenseless mother, pulled her up by her hair and repeatedly slammed her knee into Anna’s midsection. Anna let out loud moans of pain and as Stacy let go of Anna, she collapsed to the ground. The crowd was booing like crazy. Stacy had a huge smile on her face as she put one foot on Anna soft, flat midsection. Anna just laid there, panting heavily, looking up at Stacy's long legs, with glazed eyes. The ref counted ….. 1 …. 2 …. 3. The fight was over! Anna didn’t even get one punch in. She was brutally beaten and humiliated in front of her son and a huge crowd.
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The below cat fight story is the story of a beautiful female brunette (Stacy) vs a Female Dwarf. This story was written by the Catfight Story Teller. Please post comments on this story.
Stacy is the brunette in the white on the your left.
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The tough little Dwarf.
Stacy finally found the exact abstract piece of art she needed to complete her living room. It was really expensive and all the way in north Ft Lauderdale, thirty-five traffic-ridden miles from her luxurious downtown Miami high-rise condo, but she had to have it. She got in touch with the lady selling the painting and set up a time to go up there and purchase the painting. Even though Stacy was an amateur boxer and could defend herself, she was still a little wary about going to a stranger’s house by herself. So she brought a friend up for the ride. It was a huge house and it was out-in-the-middle of know where. The house had gate and a long driveway leading to the entrance. At that point she felt glad she brought her friend. But that lasted only until she arrived at the house. Once she arrived at the front door, the lady that answered the door was a dwarf. She was the owner and only resident. Stacy didn’t feel threatened at all and kind of laughed for feeling threatened in the first place. Stacy’s friend had a previous engagement and was rushing Stacy. The transaction went quick. The lights were dim; Stacy looked over the painting really quick, purchased it, and was on her way. She dropped her friend off, went home, brought the painting in and went right to sleep. But the next day when she had more time to study the painting she realized it was a fake! Stacy was so enraged that she got right in her car and drove all the way back to Ft Lauderdale. She was by her self and, it was pouring and during rush hour, but she didn’t care. She had spent a lot of money on the painting and was pissed she got ripped off. It took her forever to get there and with every second that went by the normally laid back lady was getting more and more pissed. She hated traffic and was steaming mad by the time she arrived at the house. Stacy arrived at the house just as a UPS truck was leaving. She couldn’t believe her luck and was able to bypass the gate with out the little con artist knowing. When Stacy arrived at the house, rang the doorbell, and when the door opened a crack, she all but shoved herself inside the house. Stacy was wearing black sweat pants, rolled up to her knees, with an Everlast half-shirt showing off her perfect stomach and a super cute pair of LA Gear sneakers. The midget was only about 4ft tall but she was stocky and wearing a pair of high-heal clear stripper type shoes, which made her look about 4’6’ tall. She had long sharp fingernails and was dressed in linguine. Stacy was enraged and in a stern loud voice she told the little tramp that the painting she purchased was a fake and she wanted her money back. Surprisingly the little tramp, showing no fear, said also in a stern voice “no way, get out of my house!” Stacy was speech less for a second. She couldn’t believe this little tramp wouldn’t give her the money back. The painting was worthless and she had clearly been ripped-off. Moreover the midget was showing no fear or respect of Stacy. After a few seconds of speechless ness, Stacy walked right over the little lady, her breasts were perked up, and she shoved her large breasts right under the midgets chin, just millimeters from her neck. Stacy looked directly down at her and said, “I want my fuckin money back! And I’m not leaving until you give it to me”. The midget in a smirkie voice said, “Than don’t Fuckin leave, but your not getting one cent back from me!” And than after a brief pause she said, “You’re the stupid fuckin cunt who purchased the painting in the first place!” Almost immediately after she finished, Stacy pulled her hand back and viciously went to slap the little tramp. The midget put up her hand, grabbing Stacy’s wrist before the slap landed. She threw Stacy’s hand back at her. Than almost instantly reached up and slapped Stacy hard across the side of her face. Stacy’s cheek immediately turned red. The little tramp was fast and strong and the slap really stung. Stacy couldn’t believe the speed of the slap and took a few steps back to regroup. Than Stay’s anger reached a boiling point. She charged at the little slut, pushing her back against the wall with all her strength. Stacy had her pinned against the wall, let go for a second to cock her hand back and throw a combination of punches. The midget slipped down and with both hands grabbed Stacy’s stunningly shaped calves and yanked them forward. Stacy had her legs too close together and immediately fell back on her ass. The midget leaped on top of her throwing wild punches at Stacy’s midsection and face. Stacy quickly pulled herself backwards with her elbows and feet as she tried to push the Dwarf off of her. She was able to push the midget off to the side of her and quickly get to her feet. Once she was up Stacy back peddled to the other side of the room. She took a few hard shots to her midsection and needed a second to regroup and catch her breath. The midget yelled, “How’s your stomach feeling you cunt”. Stacy yelled back, “You little tramp. Your really gonna pay for that”. The two women started towards each other again. As soon as they got close the midget ducked down and went for Stacy’s legs again. This time Stacy went down with her putting pressure on her back and hitting her in the ribs with the other hand. At first the midget tried to push Stacy on her back but Stacy was leaning forward with all her weight. Stacy new she had the midget and after a few hard shots to her ribs, she let go with her other hand and started hitting the midget with both hands. The midget was letting out moans of agony with each punch. Stacy decided to “go-for-the-kill” and stop putting pressure on her back so she could through punches with both hands. Once the little witch free of the hold, she quickly lifted her head slamming it into Stacy’s chin. Stacy head snapped back. She immediately let go of the midget and stood up grabbing her chin in pain. Stacy was dazed and stumbled backwards six or seven feet before falling backwards on her ass. The midget quickly got up. She needed a few seconds to catch her breath and regroup from the hard shots she took to her ribs, but she wasn’t hurt that bad. Stacy on the other hand had a hard time standing back up. She was dazed and tried getting up too quick. And in-turn fell down a few times while trying to stand. By the time Stacy was able to stand and regain her focus the Dwarf was already charging her. The little tramp new once her opponent was on the ground that Stacy had no height advantage and a very slight weight advantage. The midget was not the aggressor and quickly grabbed Stacy’s calves and yanked her legs out from under her. Stacy fell hard on her ass. The midget quickly went around to Stacy’s side, pushed her on her back and laid across the dazed beauty in a cross pin position. With both hands she grabbed Stacy’s right hand and shoved it between her thighs. The midgets’ thighs were powerful and Stacy arm wouldn’t budge when she tried pulling it out. Once Stacy’s right hand was secured the Dwarf took both hands and pinned Stacy’s left hand to the ground. The Midget had both of Stacy’s hands secured and pinned down. It all happened very quickly. Stacy couldn’t break either of her arms free. Stacy desperately tried to kick free by using her beautifully tone calves to push her body up and roll the little witch off of her. But it was useless. The midget had her in a good hold and Stacy was wasting a lot of energy trying to escape. Plus the full weight of the midget was resting across her chest, making it hard for Stacy to breath. After frantically trying to break free for a good five minutes, Stacy was breathing heavy and starting to wear down. She came to the realization that she couldn’t escape the hold, but wasn’t about to give up. On the other hand, the midget new she was in complete control and started taunting Stacy. “What’s wrong cunt?” “Your not so tough now.” Holding back her tears of anger, Stacy had no response and was almost in disbelief that this little whore was able to keep her pinned as long as she has. After being taunted, Stacy was able to catch some of her breath back. She tried lifting her legs and kneeing the midget in the side but couldn’t get any force behind the blows. The midget sensing Stacy was getting her second wind, let go of Stacy’s right hand with her left hand and slapped Stacy hard across her cheek. Stacy let out a loud moan as her head violently whipped to the side. “You little witch, let me up.” Said Stacy. “It’s too late now bitch.” Said the Dwarf. Than the midget started pounding Stacy in the face with her left hand. Stacy was started violently struggling to get the little tramp off of her, but her adrenalin and strength had really worn down. The midget was feeling very confidant and switched the hand that was holding Stacy’s right hand against the ground. The Dwarf used her left hand to hold Stacy’s hand pinned. She now the midget had her dominate hand free and was in a position to goto work on Stacy’s stomach. She started slamming her fist into Stacy’s bare stomach repeatedly and rapidly. Stacy was in immediate agony and was moaning and yelping with each shot. The wind was knocked out of her and she stopped struggling after a few blows. The little winch kept slamming her fist into Stacy’s Stomach. Stacy was in immense pain, her stomach was numb and her arms and legs now felt like they had weights attached to them. Stacy had tears running down her face and was hysterically begging the little one to stop. After about fifty punches to Stacy’s midsection the midget stood up and stepped over Stacy. Stacy looked up with wide glossy eyes of disbelief. The Midget looked like a giant standing over her. Stacy had been badly beaten and her stomach was killing. The Midget stood over the beaten lady listening to her pant and cry. But Stacy wasn’t let a Dwarf beat her. With incredible will and heart she was determined to try and get up and keep fighting. The midget watched in disbelief as Stacy slowly tried to struggle to her feet. Stacy pathetically and slowly reached her hands and knees, but that was as far as she would get. The midget slammed her foot into Stacy’s bare mid section a couple of times all but lifting Stacy off the ground with each shot. Stacy let out loud moans and was stopped struggling to get up. The midget saw that Stay was stunned and started kicking her in the ribs. She must of kicked Stacy in the ribs about fifteen times before her will and body gave in as she fell on her side holding her ribs and stomach. She slowly curled up into the fetal position and stopped moving. The midget grabbed Stacy by her beautiful soft shoulders, piercing her skin and drawing blood with her long sharp fingernails. She pulled Stacy up on her knees. Stacy’s body was limp and her face was expressionless. The Dwarf took Stacy’s head and slammed her knee into it. Stacy let out one final agonizing moan. Her body went completely limp as she fell hard to the floor. The mortified brutally beaten brunette is now lying unconscious and helpless at the midget’s mercy.
What will happen to Stacy next? Stay tuned.
To Be Continued …
The below cat fight story is the story of a beautiful mature redhead female vs and Old hag. This story was written by the Catfight Story Teller. Please post comments on this story.
As Christine (mid thirties, Hispanic 5’-5”, she has a very soft well shaped body with golden brown skin, long wavy reddish brown hair, dark eyes and beautiful mildly large breasts. She was wherein ¾ length camouflage pants, a black sleeveless tank top (which revealed her extremely cute slightly round and very soft belly) and a pair of really cute low heal open tow shoes), left the South Beach club after a long night of dancing and partying. It was a humid muggy night. She was hot, but she had an almost indestructible feeling that you sometimes feel inside the club from the dancing and alcohol. She was feeling very brave and knew how to defend her self, so she decided to cut through a dark alley to get home. As she was cutting through the alley avoiding the puddles, an old homeless woman confronted her and demanded money. The old lady was in her mid sixties, skinny, the same height as Christina and wearing an old torn up long sleeve flannel shirt with worn-out pants. She had a wrinkly old face, was extremely dirty and smelt awful. Christine quickly said no to the frail looking old lady and walked right by her. As she walked by the old hag grabbed Christine by the back of the hair, threw her against the wall and demanded money. Christine was surprised and stunned for a second, but not hurt at all. She couldn’t believe that this old and weak looking old lady had the nerve to gab her. She quickly kicked off her shoes and threw down her purse. Barefoot and angry, Christina said “Fuck You Bitch” charged at the old hag. The two females collided, each grabbing the other by the hair and arm. They grunted and moaned as they tried to get the advantage. The skinny old lady was stronger than she looked. She had sharp nails that were piercing the skin on Christina’s arms and the back of her neck. The old ladies strength, along with the fact she had been drinking all night made it hard for her to get the advantage right away. But after struggling with the homeless lady for a few minutes and using her powerful legs and slight weight advantage, she was able to slowly push her back against the wall on the other side of the alley. The old hag was now pinned against the wall and Christina felt in complete control. She knew once she connected with a couple of punches the frail old lady would be out cold and she would be able to continue on her way home. Christina told the old lady “You shouldn’t have fucked with me!” Than quickly pushed herself off the homeless lady and threw a hard punch at the homeless ladies head. The wretched old lady ducked. Christine missed she lost her balance for a split second. The old lady was very quick and she grabbed Christina, pulled her head down and put her in a front headlock. Her head was now pressed against the side of the homeless lady and the smell was overwhelming. Frantically Christina struggled to escape the headlock, but the homeless ladies arms were extremely bonnie. Plus the old lady was holding the headlock tight with her free hand making it hard to just slip out of the hold. The momentum of the fight had now changed and Christina couldn’t use her strength or weight as an advantage as long as she was in the hold. Christina was in a vulnerable position and she new it. The old hag would only let go of the hold with her free had for a few seconds at a time to throw quick looping punches to Christina’s ribs, penetrating her soft golden skin, causing her to grimace with each punch. Christina tried to counter the punches by throwing her own at the homeless ladies body but couldn't get enough strength or leverage behind them to hurt the old hag. She knew she was in trouble and she had to escape the hold. Christina tried to push the old lady back against the wall and jerk her head out of the hold, using her legs as leverage, but the headlock was too tight. Plus the old lady was smart. When Christina would pull backwards the old lady would move forward with her. The hold was slowly starting to cut off her oxygen and her ribs were throbbing from the punches. After a few minutes of fiercely trying to escape the headlock, she was gasping for every breath, sweating and starting to weaken. She tried to grab the old ladies arms and pry them from around her neck, but the hag would interlock her fingers and Christina couldn’t break the hold. The wretched old lady felt Christina panting and kept the pressure on the headlock for another few minutes, holding it as tight as she could. At this point Christina’s arms were flimsy; she was gasping for every breath and starting to see stars. Any hopes she had of winning the fight had faded and she was just trying to stay conscious. The hag yelled “You disrespecting cheep Bitch! How ya like me now”. Christina didn’t say anything in response. She was barely able to hold herself up and went down to one knee. The decrepit old lady new she was in complete control and started slamming her knee into Christina’s midsection. The hag connected with solid hard shots. Christina let out loud yelps with each agonizing blow. After numerous shots to the younger ladies midsection, she was motionless. The hag finally let go of the headlock. She grabbed a hand full of Christina’s thick wavy red hair and violently threw her down to the ground. She landed in a puddle, her back and hair got soaked and the back of her head slammed the pavement. The homeless lady sat on her stomach, slamming her ass into Christina’s midsection and placing her knees over Christina’s arms, pinning them to the ground. The younger, stronger and faster Christina was defeated and traumatized. She didn’t have any fight left in her and couldn’t believe the old hag just kicked the shit out of her. She was covered in sweat, barely conscious and panting like a dog. With tears in her eyes and in a very soft low and week tone, she began begging the old lady to let her go. She told her she would give her all the money she has, but the old lady was in a rage and didn’t care about the money anymore. She proceeded to viciously punch exhausted and beaten lady in the face and ribs and than started slamming the back of her head into the pavement. After the forth slam Christina was completely unconscious. The homeless lady stood up, extremely proud that she was able to knock out the much younger and stronger Christina. She proceeded to kick the unconscious lady in the ribs 7 or 8 times.
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The old lady now started to walk away, but she wouldn’t go far. She walked about twenty feet down the alley to a little corner where she had a shopping cart. She grabbed a cigarette and lit it. She leaned against the wall with a big grin (exposing her black and brown decrepit teeth) and began slowly smoking it (as if it was her reward for brutally destroying the beautiful lady) until it was all the way down the filter. Once the cigarette was done she tipped over the shopping cart, emptying everything from inside it. She grabbed a roll of duck tap and an old used smelly moist moldy sock from the contents of the shopping cart and pushed the empty cart over to bloodied, beaten and unconscious Christina. She grabbed her by her beautiful thick red hair and pulled her up from the blood filled puddle. She sat the brutally beaten lady up and leaned her against the cement building. She wanted Christina conscious and slapped her mildly hard across the face until she came too. After a few slaps the younger lady awoke, but she was in emance pain and extremely dazed. The hag shoved the sock up to helpless ladies face, smothering her with it. The smell almost knocked her out again, she started to gag, cough while begging and pleading with the old lady to stop. She had never smelt something so awful! The hag proceeded to roll the sock in a ball and shove it in Christina’s mouth. She duck taped her mouth shut with the sock in it as a gag. Christina had no strength to escape and she was terrified and in tears. The hag proceeded to tape her hands behind her back. She than stood her up and slumped her sweaty limp body face down over the shopping cart. The lady had one more cigarette as she watched the sweat blood and tears roll off Christina’s face. By the time the hag finished the cigarette Christina had passed out again. Once the cigarette was finished the homeless lady started wheeling the cart down the alley. She stopped half a block down at the entrance of a cellar, which lay beneath an abandon building. She flipped the cart over knocking Christina to the ground and proceeded to drag the helpless bound and gagged lady down the extremely long stairs into the basement.
TO BE CONTINUED