Scarlett Johansson vs Meagan Good

Twenty-five minutes earlier, these two women were the very picture of feminine transcendence, their hair perfectly coiffed, their skin flawless. Now, those manes were tangled and damp, and their sweat-soaked skin was marred by scratches and bruises.
They each panted hard for breath as they cautiously circled one another, their narrowed eyes locked together, savage snarls emitting from parted lips. Thus far, their battle had proven to be too evenly-matched for one beauty to take control of the other, and now Scarlett and Meagan were struggling against exhaustion, their lingering aches further draining the remnants of their power. Each knew that if she had any hope of triumphing, she had to overwhelm her adversary now, or else never.
Suddenly, as if on some silent signal only they could discern, they each leapt at one another, their lush bodies slamming together with a wet thud and a burst of perspiration beads from the impact. Growling with jungle cat ferocity, their hands ripped at hair, grasped at limbs, raked nails down flesh as they stumbled around the penthouse battlefield.
Then, Meagan wrapped her hands around her rival's throat, a lethal glint in her eyes as she strangled the blonde. Scarlett's eyes were wide with panic as she struggled for air, her knees buckling as she slowly sank to the floor. A cruel smirk came to Good's lips and she gave a merciless chuckle as she sensed that her victory was mere moments away.
But what the next moment brought to the ebony Amazon wasn't victory, but rather pain...sudden, explosive pain as Johansson slammed a forearm blow up between her tormentor's thighs and into her womanhood. Meagan let loose a piercing yowl and, releasing her chokehold, staggered backward, her hands clutching her now-throbbing mound as she bit her lower lip and tried to hold back tears.
The blonde wanted nothing more than to crawl away and lick her wounds, but she knew she needed to strike how. Forcing herself to rise, she limped over to Meagan and, awkwardly yet effectively, threw her opponent over her shoulders and lifted her up off of the floor. Like an ancient goddess, Scarlett stood there, her skin glistening, as she held her squirming rival in a torture rack, agonizingly twisting Meagan's lush body. Tears filling her eyes, Good screamed until her voice was a hoarse rasp, and then finally she sobbed,
"STOP! STOP! I GIVE UP!!!"With those words, Scarlett released her hold and her adversary slid down her back and crashed in a heap to the carpeted floor. Adding insult to injury, Johansson placed a foot upon her beaten foe's heaving chest to strike her victory pose, as the blonde was handed a glass of champagne to toast her triumph.
