Arena Match (previous show)

[Catwacher]

Since MikeJV is reposting these from The Arena series, I thought I would repost my contribution from that story line, but an earlier show in the series. Enjoy my friends!

Cat

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The usual warning caveats about violence and sex apply. NO ONE under the age of 18 should read or be in possession of this story.


Slaughter at the Arena
by Catwacher


The members who bothered to check their programs as the ring was swabbed down to remove the blood and gory aftermath of the debut of Fear and Terror would have seen a very simple entry:

"Family Grudge Match"

Simple entry for sure, but not a simple matter this feud between families.

The mothers each wanted a rich local, who also happened to be a member of the Arena Club. They'd kill to have him, and his money. Their sixteen-year-old daughters simply hated each other. They'd kill each other just for the enjoyment of it.

Two members of the Arena staff led the man, wearing only a full-sized black mask and black speedo swim trunks, to the ring. The burly men easily tied the man's arms up in the top two ropes so he wasn't able to escape without help. By the size of the bulge of his "package", it was easy to see why the female patrons that evening were envious.

The combatants were led to the ring next. The blonde pair, clad in powder blue masks, entered the ring first, followed quickly by their white-masked dark-haired rivals. The daughters wore full masks, while their mothers had opted for masks that left their mouths and lower jaws uncovered. All of the females sported knee-length black boots, front-tied bikini tops that matched the color of their masks, and black leather gloves with the fingers uncovered.

The mothers were wearing short skirts, also of a color that matched their masks. By the twirl each did as they climbed in to the ring, it was obvious neither wore anything under them. Their daughters were clad in mask-matching satin shorts. The male patrons were able to easily see, and appreciate, that they, too, were bare beneath the satin.

The family pairs then split apart, the blonde daughters passing each other to get to their opponent's mother. Both older women backed against the ropes to the left and right of the secured man they both desired. Their rival's daughter then used the two top ropes to secure each mother in a similar fashion to the black-masked man. Neither could escape without assistance.

The blonde daughter then completed the preparations by roughly shoving the dark-haired mother's jaw back with her left hand, burying her right hand in to the bigger brunette's cleavage, then ripping the top off with a savage jerk. The older brunette's perfectly round 38-inch tits jiggled as they were bared. The blonde casually dropped the shredded material behind her, then smashed a wicked left punch backhanded across the dark-haired woman's mouth. As the brunette moaned in agony, the young blonde hissed, "I can't wait to watch mom rip those fucking implants out of your chest, you two-bit whore!"

The brunette daughter heard the sound of leather striking flesh from behind her. Not bothering to look, she smiled an evil grin as she put everything she had into a savage right uppercut that bloodied the blonde mother's nose. After easily ripping off the pinned blonde's top, she whispered in the older woman's ear, "I wanted to smash open your mouth, slut. But mom wants that pleasure all for herself, you fucking cocksucking tramp!"

The preparations completed, both daughters turned to face each other. The winner of their fight would release her mother, who would then be allowed to exact whatever punishment they wanted to their hated enemy. Neither daughters nor mothers had any doubt that only one pair would walk out of the Arena that evening. The losers would be dead by the winner's own hands.

The dark-haired daughter hissed to her enemy as she raised her clenched fists, "Now, to finally kill you, you fucking cunt!"

The light-haired daughter motioned her rival towards her and replied, "Come and get me, you stupid fucking bitch!"

To the pinned man in the black mask, time seemed to slow down. As the brunette teen began to move in, her blonde opponent began to shift her weight to her left leg. The brunette opened her legs as she took the step to close with the blonde. By the time the dark-haired girl's legs came side-by-side again, the blonde's right boot literally exploded into their shapely junction.

The patrons of the club, even over the dull roar of their fellows, could hear the sharp "CRAAAACK!" as the blonde's boot smashed up and in to the brunette's pubic bone. The blonde calmly dropped her leg, and watched, smiling under her mask, as her hated rival went first to her tiptoes, then sank slowly to her knees, her gloved hands buried in the savage agony that was her shattered cunt. The light-haired teen knew at that moment that the fight, as well as the life of the brunette bitch was hers!

With the brunette mother wailing in the background, the blonde teen easily closed the distance between them and viciously jerked her opponent's head up by her ponytail. She growled down to the moaning brunette, "I'm wet already, honey, just thinking about finally finishing you off once and for all!" The blonde teen held her enemy kneeling as she ripped three slow, deliberate, brutal knee lifts into her jaw. The blonde released her grip on the dark-haired teen's hair and lightly stepped to the side. She watched with pleasure as her hated enemy fell forward to the mat, landing on her face with a dull "THUD". The blonde's mother was cheering, "Way to go, baby!" as she spied the downed teen's crotch. Even covered by the brunette's gloved hands, the light-haired mother could see a blood stain slowly spreading across the groin area of her satin short shorts.

The blonde teen walked over to her mother and quickly released her from the ropes. As the bigger blonde rubbed her arms to stimulate circulation, she told her daughter, "Beautiful, just fucking beautiful Heather! I love it when things go exactly as planned!"

Her daughter laughed and replied, "Let's waste these bitches, mom!"

As the blondes hugged, the mother whispered to her daughter, "Take your time, honey, and enjoy this," to which her teen replied, "Go get her, mom! Kill that fucking, fake-tittied whore!"

As the blonde teen jerked her semi-conscious rival up to her feet by the ponytail, the mothers stared across the ring at each other. The older brunette was screaming, "You fucking bitch! What did you do to my baby? What the fuck did you do to her?"

With the daughters out of the way, the blonde mother advanced on her pinned rival. As she closed, the blonde knew what her enemy planned, and was prepared for it. As the dark-haired mother tried to set herself to kick at the blonde, her rival snapped a wicked kick uppercut under her jaw, stunning the brunette. The men in the crowd who were watching attentively spied the blonde's well-trimmed bush as her short skirt flipped up during the kick. The blonde, with nothing to fear, easily closed in and went to work with her fists.

The blonde merrily smashed her rival's face back and forth with her fists. Four, six, eight, finally ten wicked punches crossed the brunette's face, reddening her cheeks, and causing a trickle of blood to flow from her nose and both corners of her mouth. The dark-haired mother moaned in pain as her rival leaned against her, whispering in her ear.

"Did you like how easily my baby shattered your little girl's pubic bone? Not that she'd live long enough to have kids anyway. After Heather gets started belting her with those fists of hers, little Angela won't be anything but a fucking punching bag!"

The brunette mother growled and lifted her right knee, trying to smash it under her blonde rival's skirt. All she could do, however, was hit her opponent's thigh. The blonde's answering knee shot, though, was immediate and right on target. After connecting knee to cunt four times, the blonde chuckled, "Nice try Connie. You've hit me for the last time, you pathetic loser. This isn't going to be a fight, honey. I'm going to beat you dead tonight. But first, I have to make sure MY man is having a good time!" The blonde then walked over to the man pinned in the ropes, then man who had been watching everything.

The mother's approach broke his viewing of the start of Heather's destruction of Angela. After jerking the brunette to her feet, the lithe blonde teen had thrown her back in to the corner of the ring. Angela hung standing in the corner, arms draped over the top ropes. The blonde's left hand buried itself in to the forehead of Angela's mask while her right hand began slamming straight in to the brunette's face. Punch after vicious punch slammed in to Angela, and soon her white mask began to stain red from her bleeding nose and mouth.

Heather's punches carried her full power. She'd waited so long to have the chance to hit the bitch with everything she had, not having to worry about getting beaten down herself by Angela's powerful fists. Their fights had always been dead-even affairs, but this time the blonde had ensured that their final battle would be different. The steel toe in her boot made sure that the fight Angela wanted would, in reality, become the beating Heather was now enjoying.

The blonde mother stood in front of the man, slowly reached out and began running her hand up and down the prominent bulge in his speedo. "Enjoying yourself, honey?" she purred, enjoying his hardness and the raw lust she could see in his eyes.

"YES! Oh God, Janet, YES!" he groaned as the topless blonde continued fondling his straining cock.

"Want me?" Janet huskily asked as she leaned against him and began kissing his neck and nibbling his shoulders.

"YES...YES...YES!!!" he moaned.

The blonde gave his rock hard dick a squeeze, and then easily freed the throbbing member by jerking the speedo down. The collective gasp from the females in attendance made Janet a bit wetter as she thought to herself, "Eat your hearts out, you rich sluts. He's all fucking MINE!"

To her lover, she whispered, "I'm going to murder Connie, darling. Kill her. Finish her off once and for all here in front of you!" His deep-throated groan and bucking hips told Janet exactly what she wanted to know. Her lips began moving down his chest, then to his stomach. As she dropped to her knees in front of him, the blonde could hear Connie cursing behind her.

"Leave him alone, you fucking whore! Untie me and fight me, you chickenshit cunt!" the brunette screamed.

The men soon knew why the older women had worn masks that displayed their mouths as Janet went to work on the man's cock with her succulent lips. To the sound of Connie's cursing and Heather's leather-clad fists belting Angela's face back and forth, the man received the best blowjob of his life.

After working on her lover's swollen dick for several minutes, Janet sensed he was ready to explode. The horny blonde looked over at the still screaming brunette after removing her mouth from his rod with a soft "POP" and told her, "You've never been able to beat me at this, bitch!" Janet then looked up at her man and ordered, "Time for you to bust, baby...right in my hot, wet, juicy mouth!"

His groan was loud and deep as his blonde lover sucked the cum from his bucking cock. Connie's constant stream of cursing was music to the blonde's ears as she tried to swallow the man's entire load. She couldn't, though, and his cum drooled from the corners of her mouth as the sheer volume overloaded even her vigorous efforts to keep it all. Janet began pumping his dick with her gloved fist as she quickly cleaned off his steaming man-meat with her tongue, keeping him hard for what the blonde had planned next.

As her mother was displaying her prowess at the art of sucking dick, young Heather was eagerly displaying her ability with her fists. Every time her leather-clad fist crashed into the mask of her enemy, the blonde teen got a little wetter. She'd dreamed of beating the brunette bitch like this, even masturbated to it. The superheated blonde stopped her assault on Angela, letting the girl hang against the turnbuckle in agony.

Hearing the man's loud growl behind her, she turned to see him deposit a load of hot cum in to her kneeling mother's mouth. Heather smiled as she watched her mother's rival going nuts, yanking against the ropes that pinned her and screaming curses towards her mom. While the blonde teen understood the sexual competition that fueled the hatred between her mother and Connie, it was easier to explain the reason why she wanted to kill Angela.

The two teens simply hated each other. Though they'd been fighting for as long as they could remember, it was only during the past two years that their fights had gotten brutal enough to send the losers to the hospital. During their pervious two battles, both teens had toyed with the idea of finishing the rivalry permanently. A year ago, Heather was stopped short by Angela's mother, seconds away from choking her brunette enemy to death with her own swimsuit top. Janet saved her daughter just six months later, knocking Angela cold from behind as the dark-haired teen was a blow or two from punching Heather to death.

Tonight, no one would stop her, the blonde thought. As a matter of fact, Heather thought as she watched her brunette enemy shaking the cobwebs from her brain, these people will get off watching me kill this bitch.

The blonde taunted Angela as she backed away from the corner, "Come on, you fucking cunt! Get up and fight! I know how much punishment you can take, baby, and you're not done for yet!"

The brunette was a mass of pain. She could feel the wet stickiness on the front of her mask that corresponds with her bleeding mouth and nose. The pain between her legs masks her ability to feel her shorts sticking to her shattered crotch. The raw hatred she feels for Heather drives her to stagger to her feet and put up her fists.

Heather smiles as she sees the damage she's done. The blonde teen belts Angela's face side-to-side with a right and left crossing punch. As the brunette sways, Heather slings a low punch in to the shorts just above her pussy. With her fists walking up the dark-haired teen's body, the sweating blonde connects with blows to Angela's guts, each tit, back to her stomach, then an uppercut to each breast.

Heather then cocked her right fist down to her side, and looped a wicked uppercut to her rival's jaw. Angela staggered back to the corner, a small spray of blood punched upwards. The brunette's back slammed in to the turnbuckle, then she sank to her knees. Heather grabbed her head by that very useful ponytail, and sent four knee shots straight into Angela's bleeding face.

The blonde stepped back and let her opponent fall on her face in front of her.

"Now, bitch," Heather growled as she again jerked the battered brunette up by the ponytail again, "it's time to finish you off!"

Janet back fisted her rival three times as she dodged Connie's boots to stand in front of her. "Shut up, cunt!" she hissed. The blonde mother ripped her knee up under the hem of Connie's skirt, reveling in smashing her rival's womanhood. "Time to kill your pussy, tramp!" she whispered.

Ten slow, deliberate right knee blows from Janet buried themselves in the brunette's cunt. Ten devastating left knees followed. Connie hung semi-conscious as her enemy smiled at the sight of bloodstains on each of her kneecaps. Janet bent over and pulled something from the calf of her right boot. After dropping to her knees, the blonde lifted the front of Connie's short skirt with her left hand. Seeing the mess she'd made of her rival's cunt, Janet said, "Mmmmmmm, so much for that worthless cunt of yours. Now I'm killing that whore's clit, bitch!"

The blonde aimed carefully and fired her right fist straight in to the brunette's love button, her leather-covered knuckles smashing it against Connie's pubic bone. Any hope the brunette would have had that the leather would pad the blows was laid waste by the dense, metal tube her blonde enemy held in her fist. Connie's clit literally exploded from the fourth punch that rifled in to it. Janet, however, kept punching. Again, and again, and again the blonde slammed the equivalent of a brass-knuckled punch in to her hated rival's sex.

The twelfth blow cracked it, but the fifteenth savage punch finally broke Connie's pubic bone. Rivulets of blood trailed down the inside of the brunette's thighs, slowly draining in to the tops of her boots. Her blonde enemy, her hand very sore, rose to her feet. Connie was out cold, rendered unconscious by the vicious pain of the destruction of her womanhood. Janet jerked her rival's head off her chest by her mask, then looked over at her man and said, "Now that I've wrecked her cunt, lover, watch what I do to these fake fucking 40D tits she's so proud of!"

The blonde was always an even match for Connie when it came to fucking. What she hated most of all about the rival for her man was her perfectly round, perfectly hung, perfectly enhanced breasts. As many of the men in the establishment that night would attest, Janet's set of 38-inch D-cup tits were absolutely beautiful. For a woman of 33 years of age, her orbs were ripe and succulent. She'd never had reason to think any different, until that night in Las Vegas a year and a half ago.

Connie (her tramp daughter in tow) ambushed her as she was fucking her lover in their hotel suite. Before her daughter Heather joined the battle and changed the tide, the two brunettes beat down Janet good. Forced by Angela, the blonde watched as the brunette sucked and fucked her man to two straight orgasms. The topper, though, was when Connie took off her blouse. Her man's eyes lit up as he spied the best set of breasts money could buy. Janet vowed to destroy them after seeing her dark-haired rival tit-fuck her lover to a third, mind-blowing orgasm.

Now, with her right fist powered by savage hatred and enhanced by the best lead bar money could buy, the blonde was going to make good on her promise.

By this time, Heather had jerked her moaning rival to her feet again and thrown her back in to the corner of the ring. Angela being no threat at all, the blonde teen stole a quick glance over to her mother. She smiled broadly seeing Janet begin to throw wicked punches in to the older brunette's tits. Heather knew how much her mother was enjoying this part of destroying Connie. Looking back at Angela, she watched as the beaten teen sagged off the ropes and dropped to one knee.

"You won't need this any more, bitch," the blonde told her rival as she reached down and ripped off Angela's bikini top. Heather used the torn material to firmly secure her enemy standing in the corner with both arms tied to the ring post behind her. The sandy-haired teen slipped back in to the ring, again glancing over to her mother. The blonde watched for a few seconds as Janet worked over her rival's tits with straight, drilling blows. She turned to face Angela, whispering, "Let's give the men in here a show."

The blonde teen reached up and untied the front of her own swimsuit top. Heather spread the material apart, releasing her firm, round tits, and then dropped the top to the mat behind her. To loud and rowdy cheers from the crowd, the lithe blonde tweaked her hard nipples and massaged her breasts. Heather didn't have any doubt that, tit-for-tit, she was the better-looking teen. Angela's tits, while just as round and firm, had always been just targets for her fists. She leaned against the brunette, her erect nipples spearing Angela's orbs, and whispered huskily, "My mom's about to bust those fucking implants in your mom's tits, honey and I'm gonna use your tits for target practice, cunt."

"Noooooo.....please.....stop," Angela moaned.

The crowd applauded as mother and daughter began to destroy their rival's chests. Both sent vicious spearing blows in to the tits of the brunettes. Both blondes settled briefly in to a rhythm, before Heather changed pace and began slugging her punches across Angela's firm, teen tits. The sound of leather-clad fists belting firm breast flesh filled the ring, and soon both brunettes were sporting swollen and bruised orbs.

Janet smiled and began to slam uppercut after uppercut in to Connie's breasts, smashing them upwards, working hard to rip the flesh on the underside of her opponent's tits. The blonde mother put everything she had in to her punches, holding nothing back. The more blood she saw flying off Connie's melons, the harder her fists bore in.

Heather guessed she'd swollen her teen enemy's tits to at least 50 inches in size, and knew that if she kept drilling in to them through the nipples they'd soon burst open. Suddenly, the young blonde didn't just want to dish out a wicked beating, she wanted to see Angela's tits explode. Pushing the brunette's head back with her left hand, Heather forced Angela to thrust her bloody tits as far out as possible. Taking direct aim at the areola, the blonde's straight punches bored through Angela's swollen mammaries like a drill bit.

Janet, her fists covered in blood from her rival's nearly destroyed juggs, set about finishing the job. Two wicked uppercuts to each tit ripped the flesh of their underside away from Connie's chest. The big blonde then began rocketing her punches down in to the severely swollen mammaries. In moments, Janet's battering was rewarded by the sight of water streaming down the stomach of her enemy. "YES!!!" the blonde screamed, as she smashed the now unconscious brunette's jaw with a savage uppercut. "I told you I'd bust those fucking implants of yours, you damn whore, and I did it!" Janet said aloud.

Moments later, Heather's punches ruptured Angela's breasts, covering the blonde teen in a spray of blood from the destroyed tit-flesh.

Both blonde mother and blonde daughter, a sheen of sweat from their exertions coating their torsos, sported hard nipples on their own gorgeous melons as they celebrated.

All that was left was to finish the brunettes off.

Permanently.

The crowd grew more rowdy, sensing that the end game of the slaughter was about to begin.

Janet and Heather stood victorious in front of their punched-out enemies. Blood dripped from their leather-clad fists, sweat coated their taut bodies, and the crotches of both blondes were soaked. Though each was on the edge of a tremendous orgasm, both the blonde teen and her light-haired mother were determined to wait to cum.

Heather wanted to cum as one of her fists murdered Angela.

Janet would wait and cum as her newly-won lover dumped his hot seed in her steaming snatch, just as she took Connie's life with her own hands.

The blonde mother tossed the lead weight to her daughter saying, "Here, baby. This'll make your job easier!"

Heather smiled, stowing the small object in her front pocket as she replied, "Fuck that, mom! I'm in no hurry to punch this cunt's head off, and I'm going to enjoy wearing these knuckles off these gloves!"

Janet smiled as she watched her daughter climb on to the second rope. Heather tilted the brunette's head back and then cocked her right fist back. Her first punch impacted square on Angela's nose, the blow making a squishy sound as it impacted on the blood-soaked mask.

"God, she can punch!" Janet thought to herself as she turned and walked over to her lover. His cock was rock hard again, his hips wriggling in her direction as she approached. "Mmmmmmmmm," the blonde whispered huskily as she began pumping his dick with her hand, "You liked seeing me bust that bitch's plastic tits open, huh, lover?" All the man could do was groan. His groans got louder as Janet pushed down on his cock and then straddled it. Hanging on his neck, the randy blonde kissed her man deep. She felt his breath taken away as she mounted his throbbing manhood in one, swift stroke, sinking down almost to the hilt.

It took only a few strokes before he was inside her as deep as she wanted. As she humped his crotch, Janet growled to him, "This is your cunt, lover! It's better than that skank-whore's now and forever, baby! Take me! Pound me! FUCK ME!"

To the cheers of the crowd, Janet rode her stud with zeal.

Heather slowly recocked her fist, reveling in the punishment she was dishing out to the pinned brunette beneath her. The blonde teen let fly another savage blow, took aim again, and slugged Angela in the nose a third time. She knew what was coming next, and her next punch carried everything she had.

CRAAAAACK!!!! SCHRUUUUUNCH!!!

Blood poured down from Angela's mask and began to run down her neck and on to her broken tits. The blonde teen had now paid her rival back in full for the brunette breaking her nose half a year ago. "You should have killed me then, you stupid bitch," Heather hissed as she slammed five quick punches in to already smashed nose area of Angela's mask.

The blonde jumped off the ropes. She stole a quick glance towards her mother, watching for a second as Janet fucked the man pinned to the ropes. Heather smiled as she turned back towards the brunette. She eyed the blood-stained crotch of Angela's shorts for a second before rifling her steel-toed boot in to it yet again.

This time there was no doubt that the dark-haired teen's pussy was demolished. The "SNAAAPP!!!" of the pubic bone shattering could be heard even in the back of the club. Heather then began throwing her knees in to Angela's guts. Knee after knee blasted the teen's stomach. The blonde soon tired of this and changed to her favorite method of destroying Angela: punches.

Heather's arms became pistons, slamming again and again in to the brunette's midriff. She didn't stop until she felt a rib crack on each side of Angela's torso. The blonde was in a frenzy, her bloodlust almost at a peak. Her pussy had never been wetter or hotter.

Janet did not want her lover to cum, at least not yet. She quickly dismounted his raging cock, much to his agony. The blonde mother staggered towards Connie, still unconscious from the destruction of her cunt and tits. She worked on the ropes holding the brunette until the dark-haired wreckage slipped to the mat in a heap. Janet took pleasure in kicking her enemy with her boots, roughly shoving her over and over towards the center of the ring. When Connie lay spread eagle in the middle of the squared circle, the blonde sauntered back to her man.

After another scorching french kiss, Janet finally freed her lover from his bondage. While shaking his arms to stimulate the blood circulation, he watched as his blonde lover straddled Connie's waist. "Now you die, you fucking cunt!" Janet growled, and then dropped to her knees as she ripped a wicked uppercut to the brunette's nose.

The man didn't have to be told what to do as he spied the blonde first get down on both hands and knees, then look back at him with a lusty glance. The sight of her wet cunt peaking out from beneath the hemline of the short skirt was a feast to a starving man. He easily slipped between her parted, booted legs, aimed his erect cock, then slid in to Janet's steaming womanhood.

The curtain rose on the final act of the slaughter.

Heather raised her fists and began pumping fierce crossing punches in to Angela's blood-soaked mask. After a dozen blows, the lithe blonde switched to savage backfists, smashing the brunette's head from side-to-side with a vengeance.

Janet loved getting fucked doggie-style, and her lover knew it. He stroked the superheated blonde with long, deep thrusts as he grabbed her hips to keep her steady. Janet, her loins begining to explode, whipped the back of her right fist across Connie's cheek once for every three pumps of her man's dick.

Heather's loins were exploding as well. All the blonde teen could see was a red haze in front of her as her leather-clad fists beat a spray of blood from Angela's soaked mask. After one, two, then five searing orgasms, Heather ripped Angela's head up by the ponytail.

She screamed as her cunt erupted like a volcano as her final three punches killed her hated enemy...

"Die!" SMAAAACK!!!

"Fucking!!" CRAAAAAACK!!!!"

"BITCH!!!" CRAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!"

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"

Both of Janet's hands wrapped themselves around Connie's throat as she rode the wave of another wild cum. Both lovers soon lost themselves in their fucking, except a small part of Janet's mind that kept squeezing the throat of the dark-haired slut beneath her. As her orgasms got harder, the blonde's hands constricted more.

Finally, both pussy and neck popped.

Janet's scream and her man's bellow as both came brought the loudest cheer yet from the arena crowd. Only the blonde and her man could hear the delightful "SNAAAP!!!" of Connie's neck between the blonde's hands.

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"
"ARRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

Many in the crowd rose to their feet in a standing ovation. It was several minutes until the remaining living combatants could get to their feet. The man supported both blondes as they left the ring.

Another family grudge settled very simply.

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ September 06, 2006 09:13 PM: Message edited by: MikeJV ]</font>

[MikeJV]

1st, thx for the post Cat, but technically this match is NOT part of this show, it's from a previous show, maybe 2 weeks past in that timeline. Please don't take this as negitive, it's not, but don't mix the matches around from different shows.

MikeJV

[Catwacher]

Thanks for the correction MikeJV! I wasn't sure where the one I wrote fit in. Keep us all straight guy. Well, except for Jessika of course! [img]wink.gif[/img]

Cat

[MikeJV]

No prob Cat. Thanks for taking that as intended, as a positive FRIENDLY correction of the facts. I remember the entire series pretty well, and it's pretty easy for folks to get parts of it mixed up. I did a few times myself. And the "keeping straight" part, I totally agree about Jess... she MUST stay as it. *EVIL SMILE*

BTW: there are 2 matches left in the show.

MikeJV

[powertoredcats]

great series, thanks very much guys !

also with all the recent activity, this board is an heavenly place for catfights "addicts" ... (like me)

"hip hip hurray" for mike and all the writers !

keep the fun on, guys

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ September 07, 2006 05:49 AM: Message edited by: powertoredcats ]</font>

[Jessikafights]

Talking about straight - Hmm? Really don't know what "straight" girls see in you guys - no offense meant, but your hairy, UNCURVY bodies, even the muscular type is hardly as sexy as the luscious, ripe body of a curvy woman - maybe making love to another woman is like making love to MYSELF! TEE HEE! Almost like masturbating - wink! [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Oh, and by the way, Marilyn Monroe I think once said: "The loveliest distance between two points is a CURVE!" SMOOCH! [img]graemlins/kiss.gif[/img]

Ciao
Jess