Closing time catfights (43) by TragicCatFightFan on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

The blonde Tash had never forgiven the brunette Emma for stealing her boyfriend from her some weeks back. Tash saw the brunette Emma in the far corner of the nightclub and marched up to her, stood toe-to-toe putting her face right into Emma's face...Emma pushed her away slowly, glaring at her, ready for what might happen. There they stood, hands on hips, no words spoken, both knowing any fight that started would swiftly be dealt with by security. "Closing time bitch" Tash said coldly and strode off. Emma knew what that meant and was ready for it, looking forward to it, knew it needed to be done.

It is a common misconception that when one woman steals another woman’s man, and they subsequently fight, they are fighting over the man…possession of the man. They are, in most cases, not actually fighting over the man. The woman who has lost their man is aggrieved by the other woman’s actions and is actually seeking retribution from the woman who has messed with her. The woman who has performed an act that aggrieves another woman must be prepared to back up their act if challenged. Failure to do so will leave her open to any other woman who may think to challenge her for any reason.

Tash was first outside waiting for Emma. The knowing crowd stood back leaving plenty of room. Emma exited and moved purposefully towards Tash, there was silence as the crowd waited. They stood two arms lengths apart, glaring. “You’re fucking going down tonight slag” Tash declared with venom in her voice. “You had better have bought your best tonight ‘cause I’m gonna leave you as a bloody mess on the ground bitch” replied Emma.

With that they flew at each other with outstretched arms, both going for fistfuls of hair, pulling as hard as they could, swinging each other around, trying to over-balance their opponent, trying to pull their opponent to the ground. Cries of pain came from both fighters as the tearing of hair was hurting each other badly. Then, as if prearranged, both fighters let go of the hair of the other with one hand, clenched their fist and started open fist smacking each other in the face, in the head, in their bodies. One hand still pulling savagely on the other’s hair, the other hand trying to damage the other as much as possible.

And so here we are…both women going for it…savage, brutal, vicious…neither backing down…grunts and groans of pain and exertion…the rain deterring neither...and no-one is going to stop them.

(AI tool - Bing)