The rain came at a steady drizzle. Its droplets were fine and felt light as they came down, but were constant and omnipresent enough to saturate the air and turn a sandy beach into a literal quagmire. The wind would pick up every now and then in short gusts, and the ocean waves churned roughly as they came to shore and crashed against the nearby rock outcroppings. All in all, it was a terrible day to be outside.
Not enough to stop some people, Jennifer Love Hewitt rued mirthlessly. Her ball cap and hoodie provided a modicum of protection from the elements, but that still didn't change the fact that she would've preferred to be elsewhere at that moment. She was definitely going to have words when this was all over. In the present though, grumbling about it wouldn't change anything, and thus she stayed at her post and diligently used her camera to record the battle playing out in front of her.
Scarlett Johansson and Megan Fox were locked in combat with each other at the water's edge. They were a lovely contrast in leopard-print and black bikinis respectively, an image that strangely only seemed to be enhanced by their weather-induced dishevelment. The still photographs wouldn't record their shrieks of pain and hatred as they stumbled across the beach, pulled each other's hair, and assailed each other with body blows. However, the raw emotions were there, captured perfectly in every picture that Jennifer took. Blonde and brunette were both shopworn and weary at this stage in the fight, but each gave her all and neither would be satisfied with anything short of a decisive victory over her hated rival.
Jennifer snapped her camera at the perfect moment, capturing Megan punching Scarlett in her midriff. The frame caught the brunette's fist slamming forcefully just above her opponent's bikini line, as well as the blonde's face as it twisted in agony.
Scarlett seemed to falter as the punch put an instant wobble in her legs. A second identical blow sent her stumbling back and dropped her to her haunches. Jennifer took another picture that captured a mixed look of distress and outrage on Scarlett's face - she was tired, she was hurting, and her body was starting to yield, but she was still too proud to quit.
The blonde pulled herself up and threw herself at the brunette with a primal yell, but was instantly repulsed. Megan hammered Scarlett's left breast with a right hook and then caught her on the chin with a hard right uppercut. Scarlett reeled backwards as the second punch stunned her - she was wide open as Megan put everything she had into a left hook to the jaw. The last blow snapped Scarlett's head sideways and torqued her a quarter-turn to her left as she crashed face-down on the sand.
Jennifer's heart skipped a beat as she stared in awe at the blonde's fallen form. Megan, never one to miss an opportunity to gloat, stepped behind Scarlett and grabbed her hair, tugging her upper body up off of the ground. The blonde tried to prop herself up with both of her hands pressed into the wet sand, but was in no condition to offer anything more in the way of resistance. It was a perfect moment as conquering brunette posed over conquered blonde - most fighters could only dream of achieving such an impressive visual image.
"Hurry up, bitch!" Megan shouted, "Take the picture. Capture me in my moment of triumph."
"Knock it off, Megan!" Jennifer growled back. She begrudgingly acquiesced and snapped the camera.
"You see this? It could be you someday!" Megan taunted.
Whatever her feelings might have been for the blonde, Jennifer felt that Scarlett was at least a worthy frenemy. For Megan though, she felt nothing but disdain. She bit her tongue as she watched the brunette kneel down behind the blonde and continue to impose her will. Reaching under Scarlett's arms, her hands found their way to the blonde's breasts, which she began to squeeze and claw through her opponent's bikini top. Scarlett wailed has her buxom pride was subjected to Megan's wicked ravages. Jennifer dutifully continued to take pictures - the juxtaposed sights of Scarlett's anguish and Megan's glee was a maddening sight to bear witness to.
Suddenly, Scarlett reared back and snapped her head backwards. The crown of her skull made solid contact with the bridge of Megan's nose, sending her sprawling backwards clutching her face. In moment, it was anyone's fight once again as both ladies struggled to regain their bearings.
Megan rolled over and tried to push herself up to her hands and knees, but before she could make it she was tackled to the ground by an angry and vengeful blonde. The two were a tangle of bodies, but soon came to a stop with Megan on her back and Scarlett straddling her waist. Grabbing two handfuls of dark hair, Scarlett slammed Megan's head against the sand, repeating the move for good measure. She slapped Megan hard across the cheek, snapping her head sideways. Another slap rocked her again. A reprisal punch slammed into her chest. Another slap. And another.
Jennifer came around closer, trying to get a better angle. She was now taking pictures with almost the same frenzied pace that Scarlett was raining hellfire down on Megan. The brunette writhed beneath the blonde, but all she could do was take punishment as her face and chest were repeatedly cuffed and punched. One final slap seemed to finally knock her senseless, leaving her defenseless and at the blonde's mercy.
The coup de grace came in expected fashion as Scarlett leaned down and pressed the swell of her heaving chest down onto Megan's face. With the brunette snugly ensconced in the hot confines of her cleavage, Scarlett snaked her arms around Megan's head and began to squeeze tightly. Jennifer knelt down on the sand to get the best possible view of blonde putting brunette to sleep - Megan struggled feebly to escape, but there was no escape to be found from Scarlett's jug smother. Jennifer snapped her camera at just the right moment, capturing the brunette as the last bits of consciousness were wrung from her body by the blonde's chest.
Scarlett finally relinquished her smother and pushed herself up off of the brunette. Megan was sprawled out on her back, both arms stretched out on either side of her on the sand. Her eyes were closed shut and her mouth hung open in knocked-out stupor as wet strands of black hair lay strewn across her face. Propping herself up with one hand in the sand next to Megan, Scarlett pushed on the brunette's head with the other, turning it to the side to give the camera a good view of Megan's insensate features.
Rising to her feet, Jennifer found the perfect angle for her last picture. Scarlett was looking up at the camera with her damp hair in her eyes and the deep swell of her cleavage on display. Jennifer savored the moment, relishing the totality of Megan's comeuppance.
"You did good, Scarlett," Jennifer said as she lowered the camera, "That was an impressive win if I do say so mys-"
Jennifer was frozen in her tracks as she looked down at the blonde. Scarlett was still staring back up at her with the same furious, all-conquering expression on her face. Not a word was spoken, but none needed to be as the look in Scarlett's eyes said it all:
You see this? It could be you someday.
