Posted by Calli on 7/13/2004, 8:20 am
Message modified by board administrator 7/13/2004, 8:20 am

My name is Calli, and I am staying with my boyfriend for a few weeks. He knows that I like catfights, so he showed me your website a few days ago. The stories about the catfights caught my eye, as I believe I know Brooke from college. The physical description is an exact match, and she pursued a career in finance. Brooke and I had a couple of wild fights in school, which I will describe in a while. The March 10 story mentions that Brooke and Kathy got in a fight at Brooke's wedding, but doesn't describe the details. What happened in the fight.?Did they fight at the actual wedding or at the reception, or both? If I had been at the wedding, I am sure I would have had a fight with Brooke, as we never really settled our dispute. I am a little shorter than Brooke, but I am better built, and I have a real mean streak. I have shoulder-length blond hair. The first time Brooke and I fought was when I crashed one of her parties in college, and it was over a boyfriend. When I arrived just before midnight, the party was in full swing. I was wearing tight jeans, an off-the-shoulder blouse, and black slides with spike heels. All of the other women were wearing dresses or skirts and blouses. Brooke was wearing a beige dress with a plunging neckline and a pleated skirt and beige slides with stilleto heels. Her light brown hair was pinned up. When Brooke saw me, she came over and asked whose guest I was. I pointed to the guy she had been dancing with, and Brooke said that he was her date, and that I had better leave before she threw me out. I almost slapped her face, but decided that the odds were against me, so I let her show me to the door. Brooke twisted my arm behind my back and pushed me through the crowd and out on to the front porch. Fortunately no one followed us to the door. Brooke released my arm and started to go back iside, but the door closed and she was locked out. When I laughed, Brooke turned to face me. I grabbed Brooke by the hair and threw her down on the wet grass. Brooke lost her left shoe as she fell. Brooke called me a cheap slut, and scrambled to her feet. Brooke grabbed the front of my blouse and tore it open. Brooke ripped my bra off, and tried to grab my tits. I tackled Brooke and took her down. Brooke's skirt rode up around her waist as we rolled across the grass. I tore dress down the front, and got on top of her. Brooke bucked me off and tried to get free, but I was too quick for her. I jumped to my feet, and picked Brooke up by the hair and pulled her hairdo apart. Her hair tumbled over her face in a wild mane. I ripped Brooke's bra, off exposing her flat chest. Brooke kneed me in the cunt, but I grabbed her leg, ripped her stockings, and dumped her on her ass. Brooke lost her other shoe. As I moved towards her, my left heel sank in to the ground, and I stepped out of my shoe. That gave Brooke enough time to get up before I could jump on her. Brooke charged me, and I punched her in the nose. Brooke grabbed me by the hair with both hands, but I tripped her and took her down again. We rolled across the wet grass before I finally gained the advantage and got on top of her. I dug my fingers into her tits and made her scream for mercy. I gathered up my clothes and left Brooke crying on the lawn. Brooke and I had our second and last fight a few weeks after we first tangled. When word spread about her getting beat up, Brooke vowed to get revenge. I was in my apartment waiting for my date to pick me up to go to a dance. I was wearing a long, print dress with spaghetti straps and purple ankle strap sandals with spike heels. My blond hair was down. When the doorbell rang, I hurried to the door expecting to see my date. When I opened the door, Brooke pushed her way in. Brooke was wearing a white long-sleeve sweater, tan slacks, and black ballerina style flats. I knew there was going to be a fight, and that there wasn't anything I could do about it. Brooke slapped my face and sent me sprawling on the couch. Before I could recover, Brooke grabbed my wine glass and poured the red wine on my hair. Brooke was dressed for a fight, but I still thought I could take her. Brooke jumped on me and pulled the top of my dress down. I grabbed Brooke by the hair and rolled her off on to the floor. Brooke lost both of her flats as we rolled across the carpet in a tangle of arms and legs. I reached under Brooke's sweater and ripped her bra off. I punched Brooke in the nose and rolled free. We both scrambled to our feet, though without her shoes, Brooke was a little quicker. Brooke tore my bra off. I kicked her in the cunt, and when she tried to cover up, I pulled her sweater over her head and completely off. I tackled Brooke and took her down on the couch. Brooke shoved me off her, and sent me sprawling. I dug my fingers in to Brooke's tangled mane, and pulled her off the couch. Brooke broke free and jumped to her feet. Still wearing my heels, I stumbled as I tried to get up. Brooke tore my dress off, and dug her fingers in to my breasts. Brooke took me down on the floor and pinned me. I tried to wrestle free, but Brooke sat on my face and made me give. Brooke slipped her sweater and flats back on and left me sobbing on the floor. Now you know why I would loved to have brawled with Brooke at her wedding in front of all her friends. Have Brooke and Kathy had any more fights? Calli