Scarlett Johansson has been in London promoting her latest Jurassic flick. Her boisterous entourage busts into this restaurant in high spirits. Tables are pulled together, the wait staff is hopping, regular diners are…ignored and perhaps put off.
Alice Eve and good friend Natalie Dormer have finished what had been a quiet dinner catching up, decide to leave. Alice finishes paying the bill as Natalie heads off to the valet desk. As Dormer walks behind the dinosaur group, Johansson is mid-story, relating a particularly difficult stunt. The redhead suddenly shoves her chair back and stands, gesturing widely and wildly. Dormer is stopped in her tracks—and hit in the face by a flying arm. Domer is nearly knocked off her feet. Her lip is bloodied. Alice has caught up and steadies her. Group Dino is busy laughing and clapping as Scarlett, oblivious to all but her audience, continues with her story and gestures. Her arm flashes back and this time on a trajectory to whack Alice, but Ms. Eve catches it mid-flight. Heated, she steps close to a startled Johansson and shakes her a bit.
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“You need to apologize to Natalie,” Alice suggests.
“Sure, soon as I finish my story,” Scarlett laughs, pulling her arm away and paying little attention.
Alice grabs a glass of water from a nearby table and pours it over Scarlett’s head.
“Now, you drunk lout,” Alice hisses.
“Bitch,” Johansson snorts as she spin around to shove Alice backwards into a wide-eyed Natalie.
Alice is not one to back down. She lunges forward, seizes her target. Tangled up, they both fall to the floor. The restaurant staff quickly separate the two women.
“Not here,” the maître de warns. “But we have an empty function room available, follow me.”
Alice and Scarlett quickly agreed. Disheveled, they are guided downstairs. Johansson’s entourage follows, as does Natalie and a few of the intrigued diners. The room is roughly 20x30 feet with a few tables and chairs stacked up in one corner. The floor is carpeted. The maître de directs the 10 or so observers to grab chairs and sit on one side of the room.
“I will act as referee. My word is final—no one gets hurt too badly and no one breaks things up unless I say so. Do you both agree?” the maître de states.
Alice is wearing a tight, below mid-calf dress. She strips it off and kicks off her heels. She wears red lingerie, her boobs spilling out of her bra. Scarlett unzips her leather suit and pulls off her boobs. She wears a stressed-out black bra and a black thong.
The women glare at each other on the across the room. Alice, at 43 years old, remains a curvy masterpiece. She is a bit taller than her in-all-the-movies opponent, she carries more weight in the right places. Scarlett, at 41, shows off her epic figure—lean and toned.
“You sure have let yourself go, Alice,” Johansson mocks.
“And you are so full of yourself that you have no manors. I am going to beat some into you!” Eve replies.
Alice moves forward, shoving her chest into her adversary. Johansson is pushed back a step by the heavier woman. Quickly the redhead strikes. She backhands Alice across the mouth, spinning her around. Johansson's foot connects with Eve's butt. Alice is sent flying across the carpet, landing on both knees. Alice quickly stands and turns back towards Scarlett, who waits for her with fists raised. Snarling, and red-faced, she steps forward again, furious. She throws head-hunting, round house punches at the American's head. Scarlett is light on her feet. Moving easily, she blocks and slips Alice's wild swings. Scarlett counters effectively. She lands numerous stinging and solid jabs to the Brit’s ribs, belly and boobs. Alice winces with each strike but presses forward. Her right hand finally finds its target, hammering Scarlett on the side of her head. Johansson is stung. Adroitly, her fists immediately batter Eve’s belly. A well-placed uppercut catches Alice on the chin and sends her backwards, landing on butt and elbows.
Johansson turns to her entourage, “This won’t take long. Drinks on me at the bar in a jiff.”
Alice is more embarrassed than hurt. She stands up, glaring. Alice presses forward, ducks low and drives the lighter woman backwards, running here into a blank wall. Scarlett’s head absorbs a bounce. Alice slams her shoulder into her body.
Eve grabs Johansson by her shoulders and knees her` in the gut. Scarlett sags down, but quicky shoots up to bury her left fist deep into Alice's right tit. Her right flies up to nail Alice in the chin, snapping her head back. The Brit is dazed. Scarlett shoves Alice hard in the chest, knocking her onto her ass.
“Cow,” Scarlett spits.
Eve scrambles to her feet and backs away. Johansson raises her fists and advances, stalking her opponent. Alice, breathing deeply, centers herself as she sets her feet. Her biceps and ribs absorb the jabs that are thrown at her. Johansson is all smiles, having fun. Until Alice puts the weight of those curvy hips into an unexpected right cross that flattens Johanson’s left boob, knocking it out of its bra cup. Eve slams an elbow across the redhead’s boobs. Scarlett backpedaling, smile gone. Alice's fist thump into Johansson's exercise hardened belly. She pops a fist up in Scarlett’s chin. Scarjo grunts, shaken. Eve grabs her around the neck and throws the lighter woman to the carpet and quickly drops a knee to Johansson’s belly.
“Fat cow, I’ll kill you,” Scarlett shrieks, as she slips out of her not useful bar.
Alice stomps on her foe’s belly, then grabs a handful of hair, pulls her foe up and drives her knee into Johansson’s gut. She hip checks Scarlett back down to the carpet. Stepping forward, Alice steps heavily on the blonde’s belly.
“Have you had enough?” Alice queries, menacingly.
“F**k you,” comes the reply as Johansson shoves Alice’s foot off.
ScarJo rolls away and is quickly up on her feet. Stepping away, wary, the American lets her Britt opponent pursue her. On the move Alice throws a loopy punch. Scarlett blocks it. She puts all she has behind a brutal uppercut that slams into Alice's liver. The bigger gal is stopped in her tracks. Shocked, Alice stands mouth agape, hands at her side. Johansson again buries a fist deep into Alice's liver. Eve doubles over as she emits a long, low-pitched gurgle. Johansson smiles, knowing that she's done some real damage this time.
Smelling blood, Scarlett grabs Alice's hair. Jerking her head down, Johansson slams her knee into Alice’s head and then her gut. Eve somehow yanks herself free and staggers backwards, with Scarlett in hot pursuit. Alice covers her belly. Scarlett hammers a fist into Alice's chest; Eve covers her chest; Johansson nails her belly. Facing this relentless pounding, Alice foolishly turns her back to her foe, trying to escape. Johansson drives home a kidney punch. Eve falls to her knees. Scarjo grabs a handful of hair and tries to pull Alice to her feet.
“Damn you are a heavy cow,” Scarlett snarls, jerking up hard.
“If you have half a brain, you’ll give up,” Johansson mocks.
Eve suddenly rises and lunges forward. She hammers an elbow across Scarlett's chest and follows with a headbutt. Alice steps back, panting, while Johansson hangs in the air for a moment, then steadies herself on rubber legs. Eve lobs another right at Johansson, but she is too late, Scarlett is coming out of the fog. She traps Alice's extended arm in her left armpit, cracks her right palm up into Alice's chin. Johansson throws her foe down. Straddling her back Scarjo shoves Alice face-first into the carpet. Cursing, the Brit twists her body around to unseat her tormentor. In a moment. both women are standing up, just a few feet apart. One is smiling, while Alice is gasping as she feels the rub burn on her face. Johansson beckons her foe to engage.
Gamely, Eve lunges forward. Johansson catches her, wrapping her arms high around Alice's back. Four big ones press together. Alice leans in, pressing her weight into her foe.
"Cripes," Scarlett mutters, "this bitch is such a freakin' cow I can barely wrap my arms around her."
Eve wraps her arms low around Scarlett's waist. Both women grunt as they lean into each other. For maybe ten seconds, the women struggle. Then Alice takes control, bending Scarlett back as she tightens her arms.
"Son-of-bitch" curses Scarlett, as her boobs are squashed flat.
She abandons her attempted bear hug and ear-claps her foe. Eve lets Scarlett go, rubbing her ringing ears. Johansson uses the moment to drive her knee up into Alice's crotch. Eve's eyes bug open, her knees buckle.
Scarlett grabs Alice’s hair, pulls her forward, trapping Eve in a headlock. Holding Eve in place, Scarlett repeatedly bangs her knee up into Alice's gut and crotch. As a reeling Alice slumps, her dead weight is too much for Scarlett to carry. The lighter woman punches Alice in the chest and sends her sprawling. Scarlett rushes her victim, seizes her ankles to spread her legs wide and lands a knee drop to Eve’s crotch. Eve screams, pulls on leg free and kicks Scarlett in the belly.
Johansson sputters but leaps down on top of Alice and straddles her back. Locking her fingers together, Scarlett rains ax handles down on Alice's back and neck. Scarlett shifts higher on Alice's back. Eve's boobs ooze out on both sides of her body. Scarlett reaches down with both hands and grabs all she can.
Eve tries to twist free. As Scarlett's perch becomes less secure, she hops up to hair-hauls Alice to her feet. Johansson holds Alice's head between her hands, smiling, then ear-claps her once more. As Eve teeters, Scarlett drives her fist into Alice's belly. The older woman lurches away, head ringing and equilibrium disrupted. Johansson trips Alice to the carpet. Eve is quick to her knees but Johansson seizes her left wrist and twists her into a punishing armbar.
“Give up, you fat cow, you can’t beat me,” Johansson commands.
“F**k you,” Alice responds.
Scarjo forces Alice on her belly, twisting hard on her foe’s arm. She stomps twice on Eve's back, then uses the arm bar to twist Alice onto her back. Scarlett kicks her foe in the side, then releases her arm. She walks slowly around the Brit’s prone body. Alice reaches out to catch one of Johansson’s legs. The American trips but quickly spins herself around to land a perfect reverse face-sit trapping her flummoxed opponent. Scarjo knits her fingers together and slams an axe handle down into Alice's aching gut.
Grunting and enraged, Alice pushes Johansson off. Both women are on their feet. Alice looks a mess. Scarjo feels like she’s just getting started. Again, Scarlett motions Alice forward.
Their bodies press together as their fingers lock up at their sides. With her weight advantage, the big-hipped Alice starts to slow-step her foe backwards. Their heads are pressed together as both women strain for dominance.
“I’m stronger than you are!” Alice hisses.
“You’re fatter—that’s all,” Scarlet retorts.
Alice takes command, her pace increases. And then she twists on Scarlett’s fingers and brings her to her knees.
“You’re no marvel, missy,” Alice mocks, standing tall above her foe.
Eve frees one hand and twists Scarlett to her feet and into a hammerlock. She wraps her other arm around Johansson’s neck.
“I own your sorry ass,” Alice spits.
Scarlett struggles to break free, but Alice spreads her feet wide apart and holds her tight. The pressure on her trapped arm is wicked
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“Give!” Alice commands.
Alice holds the hammerlock with one hand. The other reaches around to grab one of Johansson’s boobs.
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“Give!” Alice commands again.
Scarlett reaches back to grab Alice by the hair and yanks hard. Startled, Alice relaxes her grips. Scarjo spins around and pulls herself free. She steps away rubbing arm.
But Alice is relentless in her pursuit. Once again, Alice pushes her foe up a wall. She slams her shoulder into her trapped foe and knees her twice in the belly. Scarlett’s eyes began to glaze over, her resistance fades. Alice feels it. With a surge of adrenalin, Alice wraps her arms around Scarlett's waist and lifts her clean off the ground. Scarlett's legs flailed wildly as Alice tightens her bear hug, the pressure on her midsection intense. Johansson gasps as the air is force from her lungs.
"You're done," Alice growls triumphantly, her grip unyielding.
Alice can feel the tension in Scarlett's body as she struggles to break free, her muscles quivering with effort. Alice's resolve is unrelenting. Scarlett’s resistance fades as her body grows limp. Alice throws her down.
Eve grabs Johansson’s hair, drags her to her feet. Eve twists Scarlett's left arm behind her back and cranks another hammerlock tight. Eve marches Scarlett in front of her seated and concerned entourage. Walking in front of a now smiling Natalie, Alice leans her head against Johansson’s ear.
“I believe you owe Ms. Dormer an apology,” Alices hisses.
An ever-defiant Scarlett curses and spits at Natalie.
"Now we can't have that!" Alice corrects.
Alice forces Scarlett to her knees, then on to her chest. She sits heavily on her back, seizes Johanson’s chin with her free hand and pulls her head back. Johansson is trapped, her own hands reach up to claw at Eve’s chin lock. Alice braces her meaty thighs and rolls Scarlett onto her back. Eve stretches our her legs, grapevines Scarlett’s legs wide apart and drops her chest down on her foe’s face. Johansson struggles to turn her face for air, but there’s little respite for her.
“Give up, Scarlett—apologize and I’ll let you off easy.
Muffled sounds escape from the trapped redhead. Her legs struggle to break Alice’s leg hold, but to no avail. Eve pushes her boobs tight on the trapped woman’s face. Johansson’s body trembles. Alice lifts her chest off Scarlett’s face.
“Okay, do you give up now. We’re ready for an apology,” Alice asks.
Johansson, sputtering, shakes her head no. Folks in Johansson’s entourage groan. They are ready to throw in the towel and urge her to give up. Alice slides to Scarlett’s side and forces her into a punishing waist-scissors. Johansson’s body shudders under the beefy assault.
“Give up and apologize, you dumb bitch,” Alices grumbles in frustration.
“Drop dead,” comes the stammered out reply from Johansson.
Alice climbs aboard Scarlett once more. She sits hard on her belly, presses her hands down on her foe’s chest, then quickly lifts herself up, turns to resettle down on Johansson’s face in a reverse face-sit. She grinds here ample butt down on poor Scarlett’s face.
Finally, the maître de has seen enough-- “Alice, stop! You have won. Scarlett is defeated and humiliated. We can all consider that in lieu of an apology, can we not?”
He turns to look at Natalie. She nods her head in agreement. Alice stands up slowly, gets a hug from Natalie and leaves Johansson sprawled out on the carpet.
