Friends Collide! Catfight 19
Lori vs Carol Pringley
Bra and Panties match (win by stripping opponent down to their underwear)
Down in the stats, Lori will be shown to have won one match, and lost one. However, outside of these chapters, she won quite a bit, losing only a few more along the way. Her specialty was quickly determined; she's the best at standard bouts, but bad in specialty ones.
Carol had the same issue, only reversed. Standard fight? She was done in seconds. Stuff like bondage, spanking, facesitting? She won all the time. Both were peeved at this, and though they were friends, they both held a small grudge. Would beating the other girl break the curse?
"Heh, sorry Carol, but I'm wiping that smile off your face!"
"No way, Lorsters! I'm gonna take your butt down!"
But what match type? Gremlin thought, and found out both haven't been in a match known as the bra and panties bout. It required physicality as well as a great sensation of gimmicky. Perfect, he thought; get the best out of both of them, and feel a little cheap thrill in the midst of it all.
The bell rang within the Loud house. The living room was converted once again, only this time, ropes were added all around the furniture; an actual makeshift wrestling ring was formed. To survive this battle, the ladies better know how to wrestle.
And perhaps Lori did. She didn't charge towards Carol, but instead ran to the ropes and allowed herself to be bounced off, giving her enough momentum to launch her stretched arm into Carol's head.
But Carol was far smarter than that. She quickly ducked and ran to the ropes herself, hopping off the bottom rope as soon as Lori came back, leaping onto her opponent in a powerful splash. Both blondes hit the ground hard; Lori guffawed, and felt her head getting beaten down by her former friend. Carol wasn't stopping her onslaught.
"Whew, I'm gonna win the hell out of this!" Carol bragged. That alone pissed Lori off, and she quickly got over her pain. She grabbed a lock of Carol's hair, forcing her blonde friend to scream and stop the onslaught. Lori was now in control.
She slammed Carol's head down and forced her to lie on her back, mounting her poor opponent. Lori gave off a snide smile, before grabbing a hold of Carol's arm. "Let's see you break out of this!" She taunted. She grabbed that arm and stretched it with all her might, pulling it away with all of her limbs's might. Carol screamed, kicking her legs all over the place. Needless to say, the camera loved the shots it was getting.
Lori smiled; she loved dominating. Bra and Panties matches were just regular battles with slightly more perverted conditions. She got this in the bag! "Now, let's see that bra..."
She began slightly relinquishing the hold, grabbing towards Carol's shirt. She thought'd it be easy to do; after all, Carol's boobs were rather big, meaning her shirt should fall off easily. However, that was when Lori remembered Carol wasn't wearing any ordinary shirt. It was a button one.
Her failure to realize that early gave Carol her opening. She wasn't a major fighter, but she knew some moves. Glaring at Lori, she quickly flipped herself, causing Lori to nearly break the hold. Carol stood to her knees, bent over underneath the weight of the armlock. To guarantee her freedom, she quickly started stomping on Lori's own arm. This made the blonde scream, and the attack was cancelled.
Carol breathed, consoling her injured limb. She had to get back into this. Would her own hold work? Gotta. As Lori massaged herself, she had her back facing Carol. The blonde knew of some attacks watching catfights, so this idea in her head must be workable.
Lori felt her arms getting stretched back. "Hey, what are you... gah!" Lori screamed as she was locked in a surfboard, with Carol's foot planted firm in her back.
"Time to ride the waves with you, Lorsters!"
"S-Screw you!"
Carol was having fun, and she watched Lori shaking her head. Once she lowered it, Carol knew it was time to land another blow, this one leading to a strip. She relinquished her friend and watched her plop on the ground. Lori was in pain, and rolled onto her back. Carol nodded; let's do this.
She rain to the couch over in the corner acting as a turnbuckle. Can she really fly? Time to find out. Carol posed high above, and with her hands together, jumped towards her opponent. If it worked out, she'll smash hard against her chest, and get all the leverage she needed to strip Lori down.
But while Lori was hurt, she wasn't exactly down just yet. With perhaps only instincts guiding her, she lifted her knees. Carol landed all right... landed right on those makeshift battering rams. She screamed and quickly rolled off. Lori laughed; she wasn't dead just yet.
Lori quickly scrambled to her feet and mounted her opponent. Carol tried to struggle out of it, but Lori's thighs were perfect. The flat-blonde-haired girl quickly got to work, using those nimble fingers to get exactly what she wanted; that shirt off of her opponent.
"You totally wear purple, Carol, and I'm exposing that!"
"No! Stop!"
But Lori didn't. Those buttons quickly came undone, and as if to be dramatic, she quickly flung the shirt open, revealing Carol's beautiful belly, and more importantly, her sparkly purple bra. With a punch to the face, Lori got enough strength to fully rip the fabric off her opponent's arms. She was halfway to victory.
But would that do? Hell no! Lori slapped her opponent around a few more times, before she did her dreaded attack; the boob smother. If Luna was known for sitting on her opponent's face, then I guess she had the boobs to fight. Was it humiliating? Sure, but right now, all she cared about was the victory.
"Sorry, Carol, but I'm winning, and if that means getting your panties out there, then so be it!"
Carol was humiliated, but anger was seeping through. She was ready to win this too, and Lori better understand that. Sure, her shirt was gone, but that skirt was going nowhere.
So, underneath Lori's impressive rack, Carol began performing her own counter. While her vision was blurred underneath that blue blouse, her hands were never secured, and thus her fingers found their way towards Lori's back. Lori caught on, and began grabbing at Carol's head, slamming it underneath her.
"No! You are not stripping me!"
But Carol was determined. This was still a gimmick, and that's where she excelled. She gripped the bottom, and immediately pulled up, Sadly, it was a little too difficult to get past the shoulders, something that caused Lori to laugh. "Heh, that's as far as you'll go, huh? Idiot!"
Perhaps to make sure Carol wouldn't win, she changed strategies. Lori let her opponent go, allowing her shirt to drop down again, and she picked Carol up by the neck. In an instant, she slammed her own body down, forcing Carol to be stopped by gravity. She bent halfway down before being propelled high in the ground and landing with a thud. She looked done already.
Lori wiped off some spit from her mouth, and stood tall above her opponent. "Sorry, Carol, but I'm a little too tough for you!" She wiggled her butt in front of her opponent, before lifting Carol's legs up high. With a smile, she worked her fingers down to her opponent's skirt, and began to tug. Brief shades of sparkling purple revealed themselves, but unbeknownst to Lori, Carol wasn't exactly done.
With a sudden flash, Lori found herself flipping over, suddenly her head on the ground, and her ass in the air, legs dangling over her head. Carol suddenly earned the advantage, and with a perverted grin, she quickly tugged at Lori's shorts, before successfully tossing them off her shapely legs.
Lori fell down on her back, but didn't stay there long, screaming and trying to cover up. Carol swung those shorts like a prize, feeling rather nice holding them in her hands. Lori glared and charged her opponent, grabbing her long hair.
"You dumb idiot! You weren't supposed to do that!" Lori shouted, before immediately elbowing Carol's face. Carol bounced back and landed against the couch. Lori licked her hand, and performing a classic move, she slapped Carol's chest hard. Carol bounced up violently.
"Lori... stop... I'm gonna win!"
Lori was going for another slap, but Carol responded by elbowing Lori's face. The other blonde fell back, but she wasn't down for long. Soon, both found themselves constantly elbowing the other, until Lori secured the advantage, picking her opponent up and slamming her to the ground.
No time to waste; she had to win this. "You're done, Carol!" Lori proclaimed, before this time staying by Carol's legs, ready to just pull the skirt down and win this thing.
Lori kept Carol on her back, and started tugging away. If Carol didn't react, it was all over. As such, Carol screamed, and reached for Lori's bent head. Surprisingly, she got it, causing Lori to scream and bend even further. Carol's eyes beamed. Do it, now!
And so she did. She grabbed at the shirt, and quickly pulled it over Lori's head. Before she knew it, the Loud was down to her bra and panties in a huge upset victory. Lori screamed and tried to cover up, finding that the crew of Gremlin prevented either of them to just run away. Carol held the blouse up high. She won a clear victory.
"Better luck next time, Lori!"
But Lori wasn't accepting this. She growled and charged at Carol when her back was turned. She grabbed for her opponent's skirt, trying to at least humiliate her opponent. But Carol was too close to the ropes. She flung herself against them, allowing her butt to slap Lori's face. Lori fell with a thud.
Gremlin laughed. "Finish her!" He proclaimed.
And Carol did. She rolled up Lori like she did when she pulled her shorts off. With her butt in the air, Carol spanked with all her might. Lori yelped with each one, and as the spanks went on, Carol sat her butt on Lori's face.
"You liking this, babe?" She asked all coy-like.
After a few seconds, she got up, seeing Lori in a daze. She felt bad doing her next move, but in fairness Lori did try to humiliate. So... why not have fun? She suggestively pulled her own skirt down, and put it over Lori's face.
"See ya later, Lorsters. For now, kiss the skirt of a champion!"
With that, Carol blew a kiss to the viewers and left, giving the crew all the shots they could want of the fallen Loud.
CURRENT STATS:
LORI: 1 WIN 2 LOSSES
LUAN: 1 WIN 1 LOSSES
LUNA: 2 WIN 0 LOSSES
LOLA: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
KATH: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
LENI: 1 WIN 1 LOSSES
FION: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
BECK: 0 WIN 2 LOSSES
LYNN: 1 Win 1 LOSSES
GIRL: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
MAGG: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
LUCY: 2 WIN 0 LOSSES
CRIS: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
JACK: 1 WIN 1 LOSSES
RITA: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
RAMI: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
SAM : 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
DANA: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
SID : 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
STEL: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
NIKK: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
CARL: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
THIC: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
RONN: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
HAIK: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
BOBB: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
LANA: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
LACE: 0 WIN 1 LOSSES
CARO: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
NEXT MATCH: Rita Loud vs Agnes Johnson Standard lingerie match (both ladies fight in lingerie in a bedroom. First to make opponent verbally submit wins)