AGW Quarter-final match 4/4: Scarlett Johansson vs Cailee Spaeny

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Scarlett Johansson (5'3)



vs

Cailee Spaeny (5'1)





After her war with Iman, Cailee was feeling broken and bruised all over. Now she was looking across the ring from the favorite, ScarJo.

Scarlett looked over at Cailee and let out a slow, wide grin. It wasn't a nice, "let's be friends" kind of smile; it was the kind of look a cat gives a mouse right before it pounces. Her eyes were shimmering with a bit of mischief, and she leaned forward, showing Cailee that she had plenty of energy left. She knew she was the favorite to win, and she wanted Cailee to feel it in her bones.

"Don't expect this to be easy," Cailee told Scarlett. She didn't shout it; she didn't have to. The way she tightened her grip on the ropes and shifted her weight forward said everything. It was the look of someone who had been pushed into a corner and decided that the only way out was straight through the opponent.

And that's exactly how she went at Scarjo.

As soon as the bell rang, she sucked it up and charged at her, ignoring the explosion of pain that radiated through her muscles.

Scarlett blinked, her eyes widening as Cailee hit her like a freight train. She had spent the last ten minutes playing the crowd, posing for the cameras and acting like the match was already won. She hadn't expected Cailee to ignore the pain from her last fight and launch herself forward like a human missile.

Cailee kept her shoulder buried in Scarlett's chest, using all her weight to pin the favorite against the padding. It wasn't just one hit; it was a blur of movement. Cailee drove her forward again and again, her feet dancing on the canvas as she pushed Scarlett deeper and deeper into the corner. The crowd at the YUM arena went wild, the noise sounding like a giant jet engine taking off, but Cailee only focused on the look of shock on Scarlett's face.

"Is that all you've got?" Cailee  screamed. She drove her shoulder forward again, slamming Scarlett back into the turnbuckle. The padding of the corner groaned under the impact, and Scarlett's breath left her in a sharp *huff*. Cailee didn't let up; she kept her pressure constant.

Scarlett looked truly worried.

"Hold still!" Cailee yelled, though Scarlett wasn't exactly moving.

With a quick jump, Cailee shifted her weight. She didn't go for a punch or a kick to the face. Instead, she used the momentum of her charge to bring her foot down hard right on Scarlett's chest. The impact hit Scarlett's tits with a loud *thump*, knocking the air right out of her lungs. Scarlett gasped, her eyes popping open wide as she felt the weight of the stomp.

Cailee grabbed her by the hair and whipped her across the ring. Scarlett hit the canvas, sliding several feet. Cailee leaped into the air and landed both feet right in Scarlett's stomach, pushing the wind out of her. Scarlett tried to defend herself, but Cailee was faster, grabbing her arm and spinning her around until Scarlett was dizzy and stumbling.

She drove Scarlett into the ropes, then pulled her back and slammed her down again. Cailee's movements were like a storm, hitting Scarlett from the left, then the right, then slamming her back into the turnbuckle. Scarlett was gasping for air, her eyes wide with shock as she realized the "favorite" was now the one being crushed.

She grabbed Scarlett by the neck and spun her around like a top, sending her flying across the ring. Scarlett bounced off the canvas, her bikini top shifting as she struggled to stay upright. Cailee grabbed Scarlett's arm and whipped her hard into the ropes, then leaped into the air and landed a double-foot kick right on Scarlett's chest.

Scarlett wheezed, her voice barely a whisper over the roaring crowd. Her chest felt like it had been flattened by a steamroller, and her lungs were refusing to take in any air. She looked at Cailee, who was already circling her like a shark, and realized she was trapped. If she stayed in the ring, she was just a target. She scrambled toward the edge of the ring, her fingers clawing at the mat until she could feel the gap between the ring and the floor. With one final, frantic push, she rolled under the rope and tumbled onto the concrete floor of the YUM arena.

Cailee leaped over the top rope. Scarlett tried to scramble away on all fours, but Cailee was faster. She stayed low, mirroring Scarlett's desperate movements, keeping her eyes locked on the favorite's panicked face.

"Got you!" Cailee yelled, lunging forward to grab Scarlett's ankle. She wanted to pull the favorite back into the ring and finish the fight. Cailee's fingers were just inches away from Scarlett's skin, her eyes locked on her target with total focus. She was moving so fast that the crowd was standing up, cheering for the big finish. But Scarlett wasn't just a pretty face; she was a fighter. She reached out and jammed two fingers straight into Cailee's eyes. It wasn't a light touch; it was a sharp, sudden poke that made Cailee's head snap back, her hands flying up to cover her face as her vision blurred into a mess of colors.

She fell backward, her legs kicking the air as she flopped onto the hard concrete. The poke to her eyes had caught her completely off guard. She rolled onto her side, blinking hard and rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands, trying to get the world to stop spinning.

While Cailee was busy fighting to see again, Scarjo rolled onto her back and arched her spine, taking a deep, shaking breath of air into her lungs. Her chest still felt sore from those heavy kicks, but the sharp pain was starting to fade into a dull throb. She looked over at Cailee, who was still blinking and squinting, and a small, confident smile returned to Scarlett's face. The tide had turned.

A fan had left a large cardboard tray of seasoned fries right on the edge of the guardrail. Without thinking, Scarlett lunged forward and grabbed a handful of the hot, salty potatoes. While Cailee was still rubbing her eyes and blinking away the blur, Scarlett lunged upward. She jammed the greasy, salt-covered fries straight into Cailee's open eyes, pushing the salty oil and coarse grains deep into her eyelids.

Cailee let out a loud scream that echoed through the YUM arena. The salt acted like tiny needles, stinging her eyes and making them burn like fire. She tried to shake the fries off, but the oil had already clung to her skin, making her vision go completely white. She started flailing her arms, trying to wipe the salt away, but that only rubbed the salty grease further into her eyes. She was completely blind, stumbling around the concrete floor while the crowd cheered for the dirty trick.

While Cailee was spinning in circles, blinded by the salty oil and potato chunks, Scarlett leaped onto her, knocking Cailee flat onto the concrete. Scarlett didn't stop there; she started raining down punches, her fists hitting Cailee's shoulders and ribs in a fast, rhythmic beat. Each hit was a reminder that the "favorite" was back in control.

"Get off me!" Cailee shrieked. Even though her eyes felt like they were filled with stinging ants, her body still knew how to fight. She planted both her palms firmly against Scarlett's tits and gave a massive, explosive push. The force sent Scarlett flying backward.

With her vision still a blurry, salty mess, she felt around the floor until her fingers hit the cold metal of the entrance ramp. She started to crawl. The salty fry oil was making her skin itch. She just needed a second to clear her head. She scrambled up the slope of the ramp.

Scarlett didn't let her get far. She grabbed Cailee's hair, yanking her opponent further up the slope. She didn't look worried anymore.

"Look at you," Scarlett mocked. "Blind and crying. Where did all that toughness go, Cailee?"

Cailee felt like her body had been turned into a giant bruise. It was a heavy, aching blanket of pain that wrapped around her from her head down to her ankles, making her feel slow and heavy.

Scarlett pivoted her hips and launched Cailee until she hit the entrance wall. The heavy metal of the wall groaned under the impact. Grabbing Cailee by the shoulders, Scarlett planted her feet and gave a massive heave, trying to launch the smaller girl right off the edge of the entrance ledge and onto the hard floor below.

But as Cailee tipped, her instincts kicked in. Instead of flailing, she snapped her core tight and reached out with lightning speed, grabbing Scarlett's wrists in a grip as hard as iron. She used every bit of strength in her arms to pull Scarlett's weight forward, trying to drag the favorite down into the abyss with her. For a few long seconds, they were locked in a deadly dance on the very

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edge of the ledge. They looked like two statues frozen in a struggle, their bikinis bright against the cold grey metal of the entrance ramp. One wrong twitch or a single slip of a foot would send them both crashing down to the concrete floor below.

Scarlett's eyes widened as she realized she was tipping too far. For all her confidence, she didn't actually want to fall ten feet onto a concrete floor. She dug her heels into the metal ledge. She stopped fighting the pull and started pulling back, using the momentum to yank Cailee's arms inward.

Cailee felt the shift in weight. She stopped trying to drag Scarlett down and instead used the favorite's grip as a lifeline. They pulled each other back toward the center of the ramp, their muscles straining until they both tumbled backward onto the metal with a heavy *thud*. They lay there for a moment, chests heaving, staring up at the bright lights of the YUM arena. For a few seconds, the fight was forgotten, replaced by the simple need to breathe.

There was no slow climb or cautious checking of injuries; they just exploded back onto their feet, their faces twisted with a raw, wild energy. They didn't go back to the ring. They didn't wait for a referee. They simply collided. It was a chaotic scramble of limbs. Scarlett threw a hard right that snapped Cailee's head to the side, but Cailee didn't even blink; she stepped inside the blow and drove a fist deep into Scarlett's ribs. They became a rolling storm of violence, hammering each other with everything they had as they fought their way back down the metal ramp. A catball tumbling head-over-heels down the entrance ramp. There was no top or bottom anymore, just a whirlwind of frantic energy. They bounced off the metal, their bodies entwined so tightly that it was impossible to tell where Scarlett ended, and Cailee began. Every time they hit the ramp, the impact sent a jolt of electricity through their spines, but neither one let go. They clawed and gripped, rolling faster and faster, gathering speed like a boulder falling down a mountain.

They hit the bottom of the ramp with a bone-shaking crash, but they didn't stop rolling. The momentum carried them across the concrete floor, spinning like a human cyclone. In the heat of the scramble, the fight changed from punches to a desperate struggle for leverage. As they wrestled, their fingers caught on the thin strings of their bikinis. Scarlett grabbed a strap on Cailee's top and yanked with all her might, wanting to throw her off balance. The fabric snapped, and the top fluttered away like a small piece of confetti, leaving Cailee bare from the waist up.

Cailee didn't scream or cover herself; she used the surprise to lunge forward. She reached out and hooked her fingers into the ties of Scarlett's bikini top, pulling backward with a fierce grunt. The strings gave way instantly. Scarlett's top flew across the floor, and now both women were fighting chest-to-chest, their skin sliding against each other as they grappled on the hard floor. The crowd roared, realizing the fight had turned into a total stripping match.

The battle didn't stop there. They rolled over one another, their legs tangling in a knot. Scarlett reached down and gripped the side of Cailee's bikini bottoms, pulling them down with a sharp tug. Cailee mirrored the move, grabbing the fabric of Scarlett's bottoms and ripping them away in one fluid motion. Within seconds, the bikinis were nothing more than scraps of colorful cloth scattered across the YUM arena floor. They were completely naked now, stripped of everything but their will to win.

The cold concrete of the YUM arena floor felt like ice against their bare skin, but neither woman cared about the chill. They were locked in a desperate, skin-to-skin scramble, rolling across the floor like two animals fighting over a bone. Every time their shoulders hit the ground, a dull thud echoed through the arena, but the sound was drowned out by the deafening screams of the crowd. They weren't just fighting for a win anymore; they were fighting for pride, their bodies slick with sweat and the remnants of salty fry oil.

Slowly, the scramble shifted from the floor back toward the ring. It wasn't a clean walk; it was a chaotic crawl. They gripped each other's arms and shoulders, dragging one another. Scarlett tried to get a leg up on the apron, but Cailee grabbed her ankle and yanked her back down, sending them both sliding across the floor. They grunted and heaved. Eventually, they managed to scramble up the ring steps, leaning on each other for support even as they tried to punch each other's ribs.

They didn't just climb back into the ring; they fought their way up the ropes like two mountain climbers in a storm. Neither one would let go of the other, their bare skin sticking to the rough canvas and the coarse ropes. They scrambled up the turnbuckle, pushing and pulling, until they were both perched precariously on the narrow top corner. It was a dizzying height, and the crowd below looked like a sea of blurred faces. For a moment, they were locked in a stalemate, balanced on the very edge of the ring, their chests heaving against one another as they tried to find a footing on the thin padding.

Scarlett's hand flew out in a blur, her palm connecting with Cailee's cheek in a stinging, open-handed slap, her skin turning a bright, angry red instantly.

Cailee didn't even flinch. Instead, she let out a wild laugh and fired back with a slap. They were perched on the same narrow piece of padding, their bodies trembling from the effort of staying balanced, yet they didn't stop. It became a frantic rhythm--slap, slap, slap. Each strike was a loud, meaty crack that sounded like applause. They weren't using fists anymore; they were using the flats of their palms to sting and shock, trading blows in a rapid-fire sequence that left both of their cheeks glowing.

The rhythm of the slaps was like a drumbeat, fast and loud. For a few seconds, it felt like they were tied together, locked in a loop of stinging skin and wild eyes. But as the seconds ticked by, the "blanket of pain" Cailee had felt from her war with Iman and the crash down the ramp began to betray her. Her arm slowed down, the slaps becoming weaker and lazier, while Scarlett's hits stayed crisp and powerful. A sudden, sharp jolt of pain shot through Cailee's shoulder, making her arm drop. She gasped, her balance wavering for just a fraction of a second. It was the only opening Scarlett needed.  She wrapped both arms around Cailee and gave one massive, explosive shove. Cailee's feet flew out from under her, and she was launched off the top turnbuckle.

When Cailee hit the mat, her lungs turned into heavy stones, and the sudden, violent shock of the impact sent a wave of white heat rushing from her spine to her skull. It was a pain so absolute that it felt like a physical wall, pushing everything else--the crowd, the lights, the fight--far away into a foggy distance. Her vision flickered.

While Cailee was still staring up at the ceiling with blurry eyes, Scarlett leaped and came down with everything she had. She landed squarely on top of Cailee, her full weight crashing down. The impact was thunderous and shook the entire ring, sending a cloud of dust and sweat spraying into the air.

She sprawled her body across Cailee, hooking one of her legs and pinning Cailee's shoulders flat against the canvas. She pressed down with everything she had, her chest heaving against the other girl's ribs. Scarlett looked up at the referee, her eyes screaming for the count. The ref dropped to her knees, her hand hitting the mat with a loud *smack*.

*One. Two...*

The referee's hand was a blur, descending like a hammer to seal the deal. The air in the YUM arena was thick with anticipation, the crowd leaning in so far they were almost falling over the railings. Scarlett could feel the victory humming in her veins; she had the pin, the power, and the momentum. But just as the referee's palm was a hair's breadth from the canvas, the world shifted.

Cailee launched her entire body upward like a spring.

Scarlett was beside herself-- her eyes wide and blinking in confusion.

The explosive burst of energy left them both gasping as they focused on the simple, grueling task of pulling oxygen back into their lungs.

The pain didn't just hurt Cailee it took over her entire world. It was like a million hot needles were stabbing into every single inch of her skin at the same time. Every bone in her body felt like it had been smashed with a heavy hammer and then put back together the wrong way. It was a loud, screaming noise inside her head that drowned out the cheering fans. The air felt too heavy to breathe. It was a kind of hurt that she couldn't even put into words.

Scarlett reached down and gripped Cailee by the shoulders, heaving her upward. She wanted to hoist her up high, perhaps for one last devastating slam that would end the night for good. As she hauled Cailee up, Scarlett's face was twisted with a focused, hungry intensity, her muscles straining to lift the dead weight of her opponent.

As Scarlett pulled her close, Cailee didn't struggle or panic. Her elbow snapped

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As Scarlett pulled her close, Cailee didn't struggle or panic. Her elbow snapped out, catching Scarlett squarely in the center of her forehead. Scarlett's head snapped back so violently that her neck made a sickening *pop*. She stayed frozen, her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth hanging open in a silent "O" of total surprise. Then, the strength vanished from her legs. She collapsed. Her body hit the canvas with a dull, thumping crash that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards of the YUM arena.

The momentum of her elbow strike had left her off-balance, and as Scarlett crumpled into a heap, Cailee followed her down, her entire body crashing down onto Scarlett's chest. The air left Scarlett in a sudden, wheezing burst, and for a moment, they were just two tangled bodies of bare skin and sweat, lying flat against the white canvas of the ring.

The referee, who had been startled by the sudden collapse, scrambled back into position. She looked down at the pile of limbs and saw Scarlett's shoulders were firmly pressed into the mat. The ref's hand shot down.

*One!

The referee's hand slammed the canvas for the second time. Just as the third count began to descend, Scarlett's body reacted with a violent, sudden electricity. Her shoulder snapped upward with such force that her entire torso arched off the mat, nearly launching Cailee into the air. The movement was so fast and so unexpected that the referee actually jumped backward, her hand freezing in mid-air, inches from the canvas.

Cailee stared up at Scarlett, and for a second, her brain stopped working. Scarlett didn't look like a person anymore; she looked like a ghost that had just crawled out of a grave. Her eyes were wide and glassy, staring straight through Cailee as if she were seeing something terrifying standing right behind her. Her skin was pale, and her mouth was stretched open in a silent, frozen scream. Cailee felt a chill run down her spine, wondering if Scarlett had actually lost her mind from the hit or if there was something supernatural happening in the middle of the ring.

Cailee didn't have time to be scared of the ghost-look on Scarlett's face. The pain in her own body was like a screaming siren, a loud noise that told her to stop, to quit, to just lay there and let the world fade away. But she shoved that noise into a small corner of her mind. She gritted her teeth so hard they felt like they might crack, and she decided that the pain was just fuel. She sucked the agony in, pulling it from her bruised ribs and her stinging eyes, and turned it into one last burst of raw power.

Cailee reached out and gripped Scarlett's bare arms. She used her entire weight, digging her toes into the canvas and heaving upward with every ounce of strength she had left. Scarlett's body responded like a dead body. She was hoisted up from the mat, her glassy eyes finally focusing as she was ripped back into a standing position.

In one fluid motion, Scarlett stepped back and lifted Cailee over her shoulders into a torture rack.

Cailee felt her world tilt as she was hoisted high into the air. As Scarlett locked her in the torture rack, the stretch began. It felt like a giant pair of invisible hands had grabbed her ankles and her wrists and were pulling in opposite directions. The tension climbed higher and higher until Cailee felt like she was being ripped in two. Her spine felt like a long piece of taffy being pulled until it was thin and about to snap. Every muscle in her stomach and hips screamed, stretching past their limit, making her feel as if her body was actually splitting apart down the middle.

The stretch became an endless white noise of agony. Cailee tried to fight it, but her mind started to drift, seeing flashes of her war with Iman. Every time she remembered a hit from that fight, it felt like a new bruise was opening up on her skin right now. The old pain and the new pain merged into one giant monster that was eating her alive. Her muscles were shaking so hard they felt like they were vibrating out of her bones. She wanted to be the tough one, the one who never gave up, but her body had finally reached the edge of the map. There was nowhere left to go.

The air in the YUM arena seemed to vanish, leaving her gasping for breath that wouldn't come. The stretch in the torture rack was too much; it felt like her ribs were being pulled away from her spine. A sob broke loose from her throat, not from sadness, but from the sheer weight of the hurt. She couldn't do it anymore. The fire in her spirit had finally been put out by the flood of pain. With a desperate, shaking hand, Cailee reached down and slapped Scarjo's shoulder. She tapped once, twice, three times--a frantic, sobbing surrender that told the world she had nothing left to give.







THE SEMI-FINALS

Milly Alcock vs Hayden Panettiere

Adeline Rudolph vs ScarJo

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