Mortal Catfight:

Rose Johnson and Heather Stevens were locked in close-in, no holds barred verbal combat that had been escalating over the past two hours. They were at an elegant lawn party, dressed to the hilt. From time to time, each verbal combatant, looking pleasant and smiling sweetly, would fire off a verbal sting at the other. The words were cutting ever more deeply as the afternoon progressed. So skillfully catty were these elegant ladies that hardly anyone else noticed the battle raging in their midst.

It had been about half an hour since the two women had gone beyond the point of no return. They had said things to each other that could not be forgiven and their hate had built up to the point that verbal combat was no longer adequate.

Finally, Rose came up to Heather. "Have you seen the beautiful flowers down by the stream? They're particularly wonderful right now. Let me show you."

"Thank you. That would be nice!" replied Heather, putting down here wine glass. As the two women calmly walked off down the path, no one would have guessed what Heather had known instantly that this had been an invitation to a physical fight! So charged were both women's emotions by now that they were dying to engage in combat. They could hardly contain themselves as they walked slowly down the path.

Shortly they came to a small secluded clearing near the stream, and without a word or hint of hesitation the two women tore into each other. They had changed suddenly from refined elegant society ladies into snarling, fighting she-cats. All restraint and mercy had long since vanished and the two fought savagely and with lethal intent. Long elegant nails broke and the resulting jagged edges scratched and clawed fine feminine skin. Hair was ripped out by the roots in clumps. Shins were bloodied by sharp high heeled shoes.

After two minutes of incredible, bloody fighting the two combatants crashed to the ground. Locked together, they clawed backs, tried to gouge out each other's eyes, and pulled out hair. They bit each other hard whenever they could. The tops of their gowns were shredded. They rolled and thrashed wildly as they fought. Unfortunately for Heather, during their wild thrashing on the ground she hit her head on a rock and was slightly stunned.

Rose didn't need an invitation to take advantage of this. She mounted Heather, straddling the weakly protesting blond. Rose whipped off an elegant black shoe. Using the long three inch heel as a weapon she smashed it repeatedly into poor Heather's face and chest. Within a few seconds of this brutal attack, Heather went unconscious. Rose dropped her shoe and swayed slightly on top of her enemy. Then, with chilling deliberateness, she fastened her fingers around the blonde's throat... [img]cool.gif[/img]

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No offense to Pagan, or Ted who reposted it, but I had to delete the pic links. Sorry.
MikeJV

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ March 08, 2008 12:40 AM: Message edited by: MikeJV ]</font>