Catfights (extreme)
British
Non-Topless
panty / panty & bra
sportswear
bathing suits
apartment mats
head punsching
body punching
kick
faceslapping
titslapping
hairpulling
Headlock
schoolgirlpin
Schoolgirlpin
head scissors
body scissors
18-25
36-50
average
B
C
blond
ginger
long
shoulder-length
european/caucasian/white
United Kingdom
Filmed in July and August of 2009, this exciting pair of grappling catfights has been shot in a large garage studio. There are no ropes, just acres of mat space to encourage sustained and uninterrupted female combat. Hairpulling is allowed, but it's pins that really count. There's also no nudity or posturing here - just genuine British women intent on fighting and intent on victory. The first match is a truly tantalising clash between a 39-year-old and a girl of 19, a battle of the generations. Although the pin count is loaded to one side, there is no lack of rivalry in this extraordinary encounter that sees both contrasting combatants perform with breathtaking determination.
Teenage Ivy is back in the second match, this time fighting 28-year-old Holly.
This is a tactical affair that swings one way and then the other, and there appears to be no love lost between these two as they grind towards a conclusion that leaves one ecstatic and the other bitterly disappointed, as the post-fight interviews reveal.
1. Pinky vs Ivy (22:02 mins)
This is one of those delicious matches of contrast, in which those of you who love seeing slightly older women fight much younger rivals will hit the jackpot. Pinky, almost 40, is slim, attractive and blonde - while her opponent, 19-year-old student Ivy, packs her fit, curvaceous young body into a stunning bikini. When the fireworks start, both go for one another - each grappling catfighter must pin her opponent's shoulders to the mat for a three-count. The venom between them can be heard and seen as the match progresses, and the second half is even more ferocious than the first.
Even though Pinky is the one controlling things, racking up an overwhelming score, the beauty is that Ivy just fights harder and harder, writhing like a cat, fighting almost to the point of tears, unwilling to be humiliated by the plainly superior older woman. You can tell that for Pinky, exhausted herself by the end, this victory over a girl young enough to be her daughter brings her massive confidence and the sweetest satisfaction.