Originally Posted by orange

Here an account of a real life fight I read on another forum.


thinkin bout my first catfight experience, it was probably at a birthday party, when i was about ten, the fight was frecking dire, and was broken up by one of the parents, lots of hair pulling, screaming and crying, all pretty crap really but enough to plant the seed i guess.

Then years later, i'd sniff out a catfight, man if i heard an argument i was glued, waiting.
and those school days...wow, i remember the school was buzzing this one time, because a girl called carol read, a 4th year girl, was going to have a fight with this 2nd year chick, it was gonna happen after school, at the side of the main gates.
i mean, all morning, day and afternoon there was talk of it, i tell you i could not wait, the trash talk in the school yard and classrooms was immense.
when 3.50 came i raced out from my final class to join the already huge and growing crowd, within five mins and surrounded by a group of kids..came carol read.
it then went frecking ballistic, on seeing the 2nd year chick and a crowd of her mates approach the crowd surged forward, it was manic, sheer bedlam.

all i could hear was "scrap scrap scrap" and loads of jostling, kicking and elbowing around me, kids just tryin to get a view, but i never saw a frecking thing.

i was only in year one and a such a scrawny little shit, i just could not get near enough to see anything, but what a noise, shit it was kinda scary but totally awesome at the same time.
seeing, or rather hearing two older girls kick-off was just awesome, the build up and the aftermath,
i couldn't wait to get up and go to school the following day, just to pick the bones out of it all.

i knew i was hooked after that. what a buzz !


for those who wanted to know who won, it was the 2nd year chick.
I didn see feck all of the fight, well tiny bits, but i kinda hung around after the fight and the crowd were split into two large groups, one lot around the winner, you could hear them laughing and givin high fives, whoopin, wailin, swearin and all that shit, the other mob were gathered around the loser.

i so wanted to see who the crying loser was, and was fecking blown away when i saw it was carol read.....carol feckin read...i was gutted at first, it shit me up, but then kinda stired me, in an odd kinda way.


i was told the next day in school that carol read started to beat down on her real good, but the 2nd year girl refused to give, and kept tuggin and pullin on carol reads hair, carol read was steamin in, punchin and swearing, but the 2nd year kept tuggin and pullin and they all said she was rippin it hard.

i remember that carol read was off school for quite a few days after the fight, but everyone was talkin for days about the scrap, they all said she caught carol read on the nose, tripped her up then got on top of her, when she heard carol read screaming to let go of her hair, well thats when the 2nd year girl lost it and went crazy.
thats what they all reckoned, it was the feckin hair that did it.

no one in school had ever seen carol read cry before, her friends had their arms around her as she sobbed her heart out, the group on the left of me were shouting and laughing, while all carol reads friends in the larger crowd to the right were real quiet.

i still had the hots for carol read, she smoked, swore like a trooper, was the hardest girl in the 4th year, real pretty, the big blond was sexy as hell, but just not quite as hard as everyone said she was.

but to a skrawny 1st year lad, carol read was like a queen, just pity she never even realised i was there.