20TH ANNIVERSARY! Catfight 20
Rita Loud vs Agnes Johnson
Standard Lingerie Match (both opponents fight in lingerie. First to make opponent verbally submit wins)
20 Catfights. At least recorded by The Gremlin himself. He was impressed he even made it this far, but oh lordy the memories he had made. Teens, twenty-somethings, older women that still got it... He had to admit, Royal Woods was a rather nice place to hold this cosmic battle world. Should he ever do a tournament? Title belts? Go beyond stripping just to a certain amount?
Well, who knows, because he came across a rather hilarious sight. A teacher versus a mother, constantly spouting anger at one another. He recognized the blonde mother as Rita Loud, but who was the redhead? Just based on the outfit, she must've been a younger grade teacher. Gremlin nodded, thinking to himself. All of Rita's girls were well beyond lower learning, and Lily, the only one not affected by the strange discrepancy in aging, had a long way to go before she would even be there. So, what was this all about?
"My son is not a pervert! You take that back this instant!"
"Forgive, Miss Loud, but I caught your son and his friends sneaking his way towards my window. I want you to give him obedience now, or I will have to call the police!"
"You really gotta be kidding. Slow down, and besides, I barely have any reason to talk with you!"
"Oh, I'll give you a reason!"
Gremlin slipped right on over. Had to admit, he forgot Rita's only son even existed. Hey, a catfight's a catfight. "You ladies saying you wanna duke this out? Hm?"
Rita sighed. "Of course we don't have to. We're both adults, and I thin-"
"Of course we'll duke it out! I challenge her!"
"J-Johnson!"
What can he say? This will be nice. He chose the arena as a rather nice bedroom; okay, it was technically a king-size bed in the middle of the showfloor of a warehouse, but it still counts! Fluffy blankets and all that. But how to make this more interesting? He knew Rita would probably slap him if he went too far, so... ahah!
"Ladies, you must do everything to make your opponent verbally submit! Since we're in a nice bed, how about... lingerie! Lovely colors, too! No injury-inducing moves, all right?"
Rita did slap him, but since Johnson was gonna call her a chicken, she might as well join in. Seriously, lingerie? Is this guy a creep or what? Then again, every lady willingly goes through with it, including her own daughters! Sighing, she got dressed, and sported a red bra, with a see-through lace running down her stomach, reaching to a garter belt that attached to red stockings, naturally surrounding red lace panties. She looked beautiful, as The Gremlin had to admit.
He feared the teacher wouldn't come off so strong, seeming more of a... lovely personality gal, but she did a great job. The same get-up, only this time in green! However, he also received a slap.
"Hey, I have a battle to conduct!"
"And no matter who wins, we agree that you're a pervert!" Johnson didn't mince words.
Yet against him or not, both ladies went on the bed, and before they knew it, the bell had rung. There was no rule stating they both had to start on their knees, but perhaps that felt the wisest. Rita grabbed the very comforter blanket they started on, and tossed it at her opponent, hoping to at least make her stance uneven. Sadly, Johnson was rather uptight, and grabbed the edge of the blanket as well, throwing it right back at the mother. It was a strange tug-of-war, one expected more from youngsters, but as it turned more and more violent, the ladies naturally crawled closer to one another, finally leading to hairpulling.
"I'm cutting you down to size, Loud!" Johnson growled.
"Well, I didn't want this to get too physical, but I guess you leave me no choice!"
Both tugged and tugged, falling down onto the big mattress. Each lady tumbled about, refusing to let go as they rolled all across the blanket, hitting the pillows on one side, the bedpost on the other. None could get the advantage, both sets of legs tangled about like thick vines curled against a pole, their breasts heaving and their asses looking rather shiny against the light. Was it right to ogle a women who was clearly married? Gremlin concluded that if that was the worst thing he was doing, he was off to a great start!
But all tactics had to come to an end. Johnson strategically rolled Rita towards the bedpost, so the mother had no choice but to fully take on the metal canvas with her back. This happened three times, and soon Rita couldn't take it anymore, letting out a short scream. They rolled right to the middle, with Johnson still on top. With the mother gasping for breath, it was clear her opening had now presented itself. Johnson quickly got off her opponent, positioning herself to sitting just above Rita's head. Sitting upright, she wrapped her legs around the blonde's head, and began to squeeze.
Rita's eyes bulged, and she gasped for more air than ever before. "What? How... How do you know these moves?"
"Do you think I'm that much of a stick in the sand?" Johnson replied, "I watch these fights just as much as you! I know how to fight with the rest of them!"
And indeed she proved it, for those thighs were not only beautiful, but deadly too. As she suffered in that dreaded grasp, Johnson continued to yank at Rita's hair. It was a powerful and dirty move, but she didn't care. Rita was too proud to verbally submit this early on, so it was nice to have some fun while she could.
But Johnson knew the danger she was in too; she was too close to the edge of the bed. Any move Rita did that caused her to lurch forward would no doubt propel the teacher down to the floor below. The fight had to stay on the bed if she wanted to win, so just as Rita began to wiggle her way free, Johnson quickly relinquished the hold. It was enough to allow Rita to breathe, but also confuse her. That is, until her opponent performed the next attack. She flipped the mother over, and sat on Rita's back, grabbing her head and yanking up. Rita screamed.
Johnson couldn't lie; hearing women scream started to become a turn-on. Gremlin shook his head. Royal Woods was doomed. "I can keep this up all day, Loud! You better submit and save yourself some dignity!"
She could've, but Rita wasn't letting this bout became a mere beatdown. If she had to lose, she was going down swinging. Looking around through the pain, Rita noticed a pillow rolled itself close to her position. It was hard to find the strength to attack back, but she had no other choice. That makeshift weapon was her only hope to escape this dreaded hold.
And so, with a yell, Rita grabbed that pillow with her free hand, and threw it behind herself. The sudden blow to Johnson's face was enough to throw her off her groove, thus saving the mother from the dangers of the headlock. Rita wheezed, hating how much air she's been losing in such short time, and knowing she had little time to recover it. Johnson was barely injured; she had to counter her, and now!
Rita cracked her neck, and hopped onto Johnson, slapping her face silly. Johnson winced and let out some yelps as the barrage came hurdling down, before Rita switched tactics. With Johnson now too disarmed, Rita was able to shuffle herself against her body, and soon decided to pull a move she won with last battle, since, well, it was the point of that bout. Johnson tried to stop it, but soon Rita locked in the facesit, planting her butt firmly on her opponent's face.
"There you go! Now I don't have to hear your stupid voice!" Rita cheered.
But was that all? Of course not! They were in lingerie, and cameras were pointing. She knew her husband never watched this stuff, so why not award everyone watching? Rolling her tongue, she brought her hand down to her opponent's panties, and slipped those fingers in. Johnson's eyes grew wide, her face turning redder than Rita's lingerie. She wanted to complain, but her mouth was too covered.
"Well, you know what I'm doing! I know my way around another woman, so if you want me to stop, you gotta say it!" Rita lifted her butt off of Johnson briefly. She wanted to hear that give up, but sadly the teacher proved stubborn.
"Never!"
So Rita sat herself back down, and this time ran those fingers over that green bra, playing around with Johnson's boobs. The teacher was getting too aroused, and if she... you know, got too overstimulated, she'll be too tired to battle back. She had to find a way out of this, but how? Rita's butt was big, and she was surprisingly durable for a simple mother.
Well... there's one way to do it, but would that be too dirty? Well, her son was trying to spy, so maybe not! If Rita's hands were getting too frisky, then so was the teacher's tongue!
Rita suddenly blushed. Gremlin didn't even know why, until he saw Johnson's head. It wasn't twisting about still, trying to break free. Instead, it was... oh dear. Gremlin realized those types of matches had to happen soon, for Johnson was licking Rita's ass. Rita finally screamed, and fell off. Johnson somehow freed herself, and with her opponent still winded from before, she had just enough of the mother fighting. She needed to wrap this up.
And what better way than with a pillow? She grabbed the pillow and started slamming Rita with it. However, Rita was no fool, for in her winded state, she too grabbed a pillow, and soon the two were clashing like warriors on a battlefield. Feathers flew about like wild, even clogging the cameras Gremlin used. "Dammit! Always a cost for fanservice, I'm told..."
But truly, the battle in the end came down to energy, and Rita was just not having enough of it. Her strikes became less, and her pillow attacks started becoming full of defense, something Johnson broke through almost immediately. The poor blonde mother couldn't take the assault, and soon she found herself in yet another hold, this one far more deadlier than the last. Johnson flipped Rita on her belly, and soon took both her legs and pulled them back. A deadly move, and one surely to finish Rita off.
The mother struggled to free herself, but there was nothing left in the tank. She swung her arms and even threw more pillows, but none of them landed on their target. Johnson laughed. "You know how this ends! Say it! Say it now, or I'll break your back!"
Rita cried and cried, but no matter what, she never said give up or surrender, or anything of that sort. Instead, she let out one more gasp, and planted cold on the bed. Gremlin was alarmed and quickly checked up on her. She was out cold, knocked out from all the damage she took. Johnson didn't realize and kept the attack going, to which the leader of the bout had to step in.
"It's over! I can't let this bout go on! She passed out, making you the winner! Please, get off her now!"
Johnson sighed; she kinda enjoyed the domination. She never got the words, but apparently for health reasons, this would have to do. Still, she pouted. "Can I at least humiliate her?"
Gremlin got the acceptance from the doctors, and nodded his head. "Well, seems you're cleared!"
And so Johnson did what she wanted, and that was get revenge for that facesit move. Even if Rita was down, she wouldn't be sparred from a humiliating facesit underneath lace panties. Johnson winked to the cameras and held her arms up like a strong woman. "This is what happens when you don't teach your children obedience! Let that be a lesson to you all!"
She sat there for quite some time. Gremlin couldn't complain, and made sure to get all the shots he could of her fallen victim.
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 1 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
AGNE: 1 WIN 0 LOSSES
NEXT MATCH: Stella vs Molly
General Wedding Brawl (dressed in sexy wedding gowns, winning is determined by opponent saying "I'm your bitch")