Two women move to the center of the ring, glaring at each other. There is a small gathering of spectators in the Studio gym, as word has spread fast. Scarlett wears a white thong bikini. Megan wears a black one.
Johansson, now forty, is on a career high. She is making all the bucks and appearing in all the movies, many marvelous. She arrived at the studio yesterday to sign a new contract—a lead part in yet-another action film. Turns out that Megan Fox, now thirty-nine, has already been signed to a supporting role. Fox sits quietly on a couch in the back of the room. All eyes watch Scarlett as she moves quickly through pages of the contract. Sensing some tension, the casting director asks Johansson if she is pleased to have Megan as her co-star.
"Frankly, she's all wrong for the part, she looks too much like a slut. This is supposed to be an action film, not a hooker-porn movie,” Johansson offers as she stands up.
The casting director stammers… But Megan, cool as can be, rises, adjusts her micro skirt and strides across the room. She slaps Scarlett across the face, blooding her lip. Johansson lunges at Fox. The two women are immediately separated.
"Can't stand up to be on screen with a real woman, can you, Scarlett?" Fox shouts.
Scarlett considered the situation for a moment. She shrugged.
"Not much real about you,” ScarJo hisses. “Meet me at the studio gym tomorrow morning. We'll settle this. If you beat me, you keep the part. If I win, I own your sorry ass, and you go back to porn," Johansson retorts.
The next morning, here they stand. Megan is oh, so ready for this fight. Athletic, supple and strong, she figures that she is a natural to replace the over-exposed ScarJo. Her body is tight, toned, vibrating with energy, ready to go.
“Best of three?” Scarlett offers.
“I’ll only need two—if you don’t quit after I beat your ass for the first,” Megan replies.
Johansson looks casual and comfortable. Of course, she’s smart enough to be wary of Megan's extraordinary level of fitness. And she knows that Fox has had a fight or two. But so what!. She is confident in her own ability. Her fighting skills have been honed by years of stunt training and the occasional settling of scores when necessary. Johansson plans to take her time and punish Fox for as long as the skinny witch can take it...let everyone see that anyone dumb enough to challenge her will be humbled—big-time.
Scarlett studies Megan's body. Fox is clearly fit as f**k. Her waist is tiny, her hips and gluts—yikes! Her boobs, ha! Fake but prominent. Megan’s legs get Scarlett’s attention. Sculptured, amazingly toned. And those washboard abs are truly something. Johansson’s face flushes.
Megan watches her foe take her measure, first looking annoyed, then smiling, and then curling her lips in a sneer.
“Oh my, do you want to concede right now,” Megan offers, as she flexes her legs and arms.
"I’ll crush you," Scarlett pronounces.
“You’re fat enough to, but I won’t let that happen,” Fox quips.
Scarlett gets real. Moving to the ropes, she leans back to momentarily fold down her bikini top. "Hey Megan, this is what real boobs look like!" Johansson jeers, as she lets the girls out to jiggle.
Fox gives her the finger and yawns..."This is what a fit woman looks like," Megan hisses, slapping her abs.
Playtime is over. The women move towards the center of the ring. Megan circles, looking for her opening. Johansson throws a kick. It’s fast, high and nearly on target, but Megan slips it. The blonde targets Megan’s belly with another kick. Megan, a bit surprised at Johansson’s speed, shuffles back a few steps as the foot just brushes her abs. Johansson charges Fox while she’s off balance. Megan side-steps, reaching out to shove Scarlett away. Fox slaps Johansson in the ass as she glides by. Megan turns to face her, deliberately planting herself.
"Here, lemme stand still and make this easy for you," Megan jeers.
Snarling, Johansson leaps at her smart-mouthed opponent. Fox spins away. A sculptured leg shoots up to slam into Johansson’s side. She pivots around from the force of the kick. Fox grabs ScarJo’s hair, tilts her forward to deliver four quick kicks to her stomach. Johansson doubles over. Megan chops her in the back of the neck, jams her knee up into Scarlett's chin. Holding the reeling woman by the hair, Megan kisses her full on the lips, licks the side of her face, then throws her face-first to the mat. As Johansson splats to the canvas, Megan drops down with both knees crashing into her back. Fox straddles her, grabs her left arm and twists it into a hammerlock. Scarlett howls, kicks her feet and slams the mat cursing as Fox twists away on her arm. Fox is so fast, so strong, so aggressive--Johansson feels a twinge of panic. Her arm feels like it could soon break.
"This is too easy," Megan mutters, more to herself than anyone else.
Megan bangs her fist into Scarlett's twisted arm, then rolls to her side, clamping her thighs around Scarlett's chest as she pulls the famously endowed woman into a crushing scissors. Fox throws her arms tight around Scarlett's head, pulls her in close, now holding her completely immobilized. Megan squeezes her no-nonsense thighs together and laughs softly as Johansson shutters a whole-body shutter. Her boobs pancake under Fox’s steely thighs. Johansson feels her chest constrict. Miserable, she fails her limbs to try to escape.
Megan holds her foe secure for an agonizing 30 seconds, clamping her legs tighter and tighter. Johansson’s fingers clutch and dig into Megan’s legs. Her fingers work their way to Megan’s inner thigh flesh and pinch. Fox grabs her foe’s nose to retaliate. Johansson twists and kicks her body nearly free. Quickly, Fox slips her legs down, scissoring them around Scarlett's waist. Johansson’s mouth forms an “O” as the pain is unbearable. All Scarlett can do is thrash her legs on the mat, and gasp desperately for every breath. Fox finally releases Scarlett's head. She twists Johansson's body around, resets her scissors and pulls Scarlett's head back so she can look Johansson in the eye.
"Do you think it can get much worse?" Megan asks.
Fox answers her own question as she clamps her fingers around Scarlett's nose and mouth, cutting off what was left of Scarlett's air supply. Scarlett tries to pull away but there is no escape. Megan lies on her side, using her awesome legs to drain resistance from her foe as she smothers the fight out of her-- just because she can.
“Stop!” Johansson taps the mat, conceding the first fall.
“Ready to quit?” Fox teases.
“Drop dead,” Johansson returns.
Fox loosens her legs, freeing her captive. The women remain prone, taking a moment to recover. With legs apart and one leg still under Johansson’s body, Fox waits for Scarlett to regain her composure and get up.
Johansson breathes in deeply, starting to sit up. Instead, she turns to slam her fist into Megan’s crotch. ScarJo scrambles up to grind her heel into the brunette’s crotch. As Megan rolls to her side nearly in fetal position, Scarlett drives her knees down into her ribs. Johansson stands and backs away.
“Ready for the 2nd fall?” Johansson mocks.
Laughing, blonde stomps the brunette’s belly and lines up a second strike, but Fox uncoils herself, grabs a leg and pulls her down. They grapple on the mat for a bit. Megan has Scarlett nearly pinned. Johansson bucks her off. The agile Megan quickly wraps her legs around Scarlett’s waist, pulls her body close and clamps her legs tight.
Bucking and thrashing her body, Scarlett plants her feet. She surprises Megan with her determination and her leg strength as she bridges up lifting both her butt and Megan off the mat. But Fox's lean, strong legs are more than a match for Johansson. Megan strains to hold on as Scarlett musters all her strength to turn free. They struggle, locked together in a test of will and strength for a long moment. As Johansson slowly gains momentum, Fox snarls. She bears down, shakes her legs violently, squeezing as hard as she can. Johansson grunts, curses and collapses back to the mat.
Johansson reaches out her hand to grab Fox by her throat. Megan turns her body in, to get better leverage for her scissors and pulls ScarJo’s hand away. Fox wraps her hands behind the blonde’s head and slowly forces Scarlett’s face into her chest. As Megan tries to lock her into a boob smother, Johansson sinks her teeth into Megan's left tit. The brunette curses, grabs a handful of blonde hair and jerks ScarJo’s head back. Johansson resists, but Fox latches onto her ear and twists hard. Both women scream and curse. Not quite detente, but the women disengage and kick each other away. Both are on their knees not far apart, taking stock of damage received and inflicted.
Megan lurches forward to seize the blonde’s shoulders. ScarJo anticipates her attack. The blonde’s right fist explodes into Megan's jaw. A teeth-jarring uppercut quickly follows. Fox is stunned. She slumps onto her hunches. Johansson hits hard. Scarlett slams an elbow across Megan’s boobs. Fox is knocked flat on her back. Quickly straddling her foe, Johansson reaches down to grab Megan's throat.
“I own your worthless ass,” Johansson hisses. “Give up or I’ll wreck you,” she continues.
Johansson seize Megan’s hair to bounce her still dazed head against the mat three times. Pausing to catch her breath, ScarJo leans back, then backhands Fox across the face. Johansson kneels beside her prone foe. She rolls Fox onto her belly. Scarlett climbs aboard and locks Fox in a camel clutch. As the blonde grins, her thighs shake as she pours on the pain.
“Stop, stop, Megan stammers.
“What, did you ask nicely,” Johansson mocks, cranking up the pressure.
“Stop! Please! Stop” Megan wails.
“Fine. We’re even at one fall each. Now to finish you off,” Johansson jeers, “third fall now,” she continues.
Johansson releases Fox. Quickly kneeling beside her dazed foe, Scarlett seizes Megan’s left arm by the wrist and twists it, rolling Megan onto her belly as she maintains her wristlock. Holding Megan's arm perpendicular to her body, Johansson drives her knee repeatedly into Megan's arm.
"Is this easy for you Megan? Is it! Is it!" Johansson screams at her foe.
“Cheating bitch!” Fox cries out.
Johansson twists Megan's bruised arm behind her back and straddles her. It's her turn to apply a hammerlock. It's Megan's turn to experience another woman's overpowering strength. Johansson presses her weight into the hammerlock. As Megan struggles to break free, Scarlett quickly demonstrates her agility as she lifts her body up off her foe just long enough to come down with a knee to the small of Megan's back.
Maintaining the hammerlock with her left hand, Johansson grabs a handful of hair and hauls the Fox to her feet. Scarlett's right fist thumps and pounds repeatedly into Megan's lower back. Fox's kidneys take a horrible pounding from Scarlett's piston assault. ScarJo rakes her fingernails down Megan's tight butt, then reaches around to grab Megan's tit and squeezes hard.
"Ain't nothing like the real thing, Baby! And these ain’t them," Scarlett jeers.
Megan tries to pull away but Scarlett twists up on her arm and reins her back in.
"You're not going anywhere," Johansson taunts.
Fox jams the left heel down into Scarlett's foot. Johansson is both startled and hurt. She relinquishes her hammerlock. Fox spins around, fire in her eyes.
But once more Johansson beats her to the draw. Scarlett's left fist drives up into Megan's chin. Fox staggers backwards. Scarlett marches forward, beating her fists into Megan's belly and mashing her bruised tit repeatedly. Trapping Fox against the ropes, Johansson goes to town as Megan tries to cover up, holding her arms up in front of her body. Scarlett hammers Megan's ribs and beats the brunette’s arms black and blue. Scarlett uncorks a bolo punch that crashes into her foe’s abs. Megan’s shields fail
Megan falls against the ropes as Johansson rains down fists and elbows on her belly and chest. No longer concerned with pacing herself, Johansson goes for the kill. She winds up to deliver another bolo punch deep into Fox's gut, below her navel. Grandstanding, she likes the sound it makes and slams Fox's gut four more times before lifting the lighter woman into a bear hug. Johansson looks awesome as she shakes her once toned and agile foe like a doll. She bends Megan backward, squeezing her arms tight as she tries to break Fox's back. She parades around the ring, ready to declare victory.
"Megan, I want you to beg me to let you to," Johansson commands.
Megan holds out, unable to speak and unwilling to submit.
"Okay, fine, we'll have some more fun then," Johansson threatens.
Johansson lifts Megan’s limp body higher to gain better leverage. But her hasty move makes it possible for the tough and still dangerous little amazon to wrap her legs around Scarlett's waist. Scarlett braces, her body stiffens. Megan wraps her arms around her rival's head and holds her close. The two warriors seem fused together in the center of the ring, each trying to crush the fight from her foe.
Megan’s legs are stronger than Scarlett’s arms. The momentum turns as Scarlett cannot overcome the crushing power from Fox's legs. Fox presses her weight forward, trying to topple Johansson over. Scarlett steps back but recovers, trying to lift Megan a bit higher. Once more Fox presses her torso forward as she squeezes her legs tight. Johansson topples to the mat. Megan falls on top of her. The two women struggle momentarily on the mat. Fox manages to re-secure her scissors around Scarlett's waist.
By sheer willpower, Johansson twists around, plants her feet wide and slowly stands, lifting Megan with her. Fox is an anaconda. Somehow, she maintains her waist scissors. She keeps her left arm wrapped tight around Scarlett's head. Johansson grunts each time Fox redoubles her pressure. Once more Fox tries to topple Johansson down. She presses her body hard into Scarlett, knuckles her fist into the brunette's temple. Johansson curses, twists to the side, drops forward on one knee, slamming Fox's public bone down hard against her knee. Fox falls backward but bravely scrambles to her feet, her legs wide apart.
Johansson stuns her with a jolting left to her chin and Fox sprawls on the mat. Scarlett grabs both her ankles, spreads her legs wide and drops a knee to Megan's crotch. Scarlett repeats the maneuver three times, leaving Megan sputtering. Johansson hauls the blonde to her feet. She spins Fox around and hoists her up in a reverse bear hug. Fox tries to slam her head back into Scarlett's face, but Johansson avoids her. She heaves the blonde as high as she can, then jams her down, tailbone first onto her knee. Megan rolls on the mat, the throbbing between her legs has nearly all her attention.
Johansson stands, her knees bent, hands on her thighs, letting her own exhausted body check in. Seeing Fox still on the mat, Scarlett straightens and slogs up to Fox. Johansson bends to pull Fox up to her feet by her hair. Megan has other plans as she finds the strength to belt her foe in the chin.
Scarlett’s head snaps back as her eyes roll back into her head. Her legs give out as she spirals down to the mat. Her dreams of glory fade to black.
Megan walks slowly around the ring, her tailbone and pubic bone demand revenge. Fox walks up to the prone Johansson and kicks her in the ribs. Scarlett rolls onto her belly, wailing. Megan grabs her legs, steps over the brunette and applies a Boston crab. The pressure on Scarlett's back is intense.
"Enough, please, enough!" Johansson begs.
"Not nearly enough. You've got a lesson to learn," Megan spits.
Johansson tries desperately to kick free, but she is spent. Fox, feeling her own exhaustion setting in, finally, reluctantly lets Scarlett go. Johansson lies on the mat, tears streaming down her face.
“Hell of a fight, Scarlett, I’ll grant you that, But next time, I get the lead part and you can play a porn star,” Fox laughs as she slowly walks away.
