Catwalk Catfight: Neferteri Shepherd vs. Irina Voronina
By Femfightlover
"What the hell is this?" Irina screamed.
Geri came running from the office, "What's wrong?"
"Why's this dress on HER rack? I'm scheduled
to wear this."
Geri looked at the tall blonde and smiled, "Sorry,
Donna changed the schedule at the last moment. I forgot to tell
you."
The Russian did a slow burn. She grabbed the dress
and started toward her dressing room.
"Hey, what are you doing?" said a voice
behind her, a voice belonging to a Nubian Goddess, Neferteri Shepherd.
"I'm putting things right!" announced Irina
with a touch of haughtiness in her soft voice.
Stepping close to the blonde the Ebony beauty hissed,
"I don't think so!"
Irina placed the dress on a rack, turned quickly
and pushed her nemesis hard in the chest, "I will not allow
you to ruin a perfectly good dress. You have no figure for it
and you know it."
Neferteri looked shocked at the comment and the fact
that the beanpole blonde had actually laid hands on her. Neferteri
slapped the arrogant blonde across the face spinning her head
and almost dropping her to her knees. The blonde stood up, put
her hands on her hips, and looked her rival. She had to do something
but what. Neferteri was as tall as she was and quite possibly
stronger. But the woman had struck her in front of a witness so
she had to do something.
Neferteri reached for the dress. Irina screamed as
she tried to stop her from taking the dress. Neferteri backhanded
Irina, sending her sprawling to the wall, hitting her head. She
started to slide down the wall in a daze as Neferteri handed the
dress to Geri.
Neferteri walked over to Irina and hissed, "I'll
kill you. You white trash!"
Neferteri slammed a right fist deep into the gut
of the blonde model. Irina groaned and her legs spread out as
she slipped farther down the wall. Wearing only a black g-string
and bra, the blonde was wide open to the attack of the Black beauty.
Neferteri slammed her foot between the blonde's long legs and
smiled when a scream of horror escaped her lips. Irina clutched
herself with one hand and held herself up grabbing Neferteri 's
shoulder with the other.
Neferteri started to walk away, leaving Irina on
her knees moaning.
"I'll put this back for you Geri," Neferteri
said as she picked up the dress.
With her back turned, Neferteri didn't see Irina
slowly get up and come after her. Irina grabbed the extensions
on Neferteri 's hair and slammed her to the wall. Neferteri was
able to stop her headlong rush, getting her hands out in front.
Turning to face the blonde, the dark Amazon's eyes showed only
hate for her rival.
"So, you still want to play?"
Neferteri jumped on the blonde and they started to
thrash and roll about the backstage area, knocking over a rack
of clothes. The beauties traded slaps and kicks and curses, but
Neferteri was clearly mauling the outclassed Russian. The African
Queen hauled the blonde to her feet. Both were gasping, red welts
started to show over their torsos and arms. Neferteri went to
punch Irina out when Irina suddenly grabbed a vase of flowers
from a table and smashed it over Neferteri 's head.
Neferteri swooned to the floor as if shot, a goose
egg starting to swell on her forehead. She was out cold. Irina
fell to her knees sobbing, her body aching all over. She had won
this time but what about the next time? Geri helped Neferteri
while other crew members came to Irina's aid.
Geri had to inform Donna that neither of her top
models would be available for the show because Neferteri Shepherd
had to fight and beat Irina Voronina (185-139) because of some silly
Internet fan vote.
The fashion season was coming to a close in Paris.
Designers from around the world had been showing off their new
collections for the upcoming fall season and the last show was
in the final stages of preparation. Backstage, Irina Voronina
was checking out her outfits for the show. A look of disappointment,
then one of anger crossed her face. The piece she'd been excited
to wear, the star piece of the show; was no longer on her rack.
She decided to go check with Geri, the wardrobe master, to find
out where it was. But as she passed a rack tagged 'Neferteri'
she saw her dress hanging neatly in place.