Katie Cassidy vs Scarlett Johansson
The blonde dragged herself across the penthouse floor, carpet burning her flesh as she sought escape. Just where she thought she could escape to was an unanswered question, but clearly her 'fight or flight' instincts had tilted to the latter.
Scarlett's hopes were dashed as she suddenly felt a pair of hands firmly grasp her ankles, lifting her legs up off of the floor and spreading them wide. Taking her time and letting the tension mount, Katie's face remains impassive, even as she finally draws back her right leg and then launches a kick, punting her foot hard into the delta between her opponent's thighs. Johansson let out a howl of anguish, then buried her face into the thick carpeting to muffle her cries. Moving deftly and methodically, Cassidy bends her adversary's legs back at the knees, crossing her ankles as she presses them down to the back of the blonde's thighs. Katie then presses a knee down upon Scarlett's ankles to keep her legs firmly pinned down, and she reaches forward, grabbing the embattled beauty by her tangled mane of golden hair and yanking her head back. She then slipped her two index fingers into the corners of Johansson's mouth, fishhooking her and tugging her lips into a twisted rictus. "Smile pretty for all of the nice people, creampuff," Katie sneered. Tears tinged with black eyeliner streaked down Scarlett's face as her helplessness was displayed for all.
The two beauties had been engaged in a war of words for weeks leading up to tonight, with Katie asserting that she not only would beat Scarlett, but prove her complete superiority over her. Johansson scoffed; after all, wasn't she one of the most successful combatants in the elite celebrity catfight league? No, she was certain that she would have little trouble putting this mouthy bitch in her place. Their battle began evenly enough, with Scarlett getting plenty of offense. But slowly, then steadily, Cassidy began taking the upper hand, until ultimately she was in total command of the fight. It was then that she began to systematically dismantle Johansson, first as a wrestler, then as a woman, until ultimately the celebrated blonde was reduced to a quivering, blubbering shadow of her former self.
Now, spent and helpless, her lush body wracked with pain, Scarlett began to frantically tap at the floor, signaling her submission. But Katie would have none of it. "Oh no, precious, this only ends when I say it does." She continued to make the blonde squirm in agony for another minute or so, and then she released her and rolled Scarlett over onto her back. "Since we have a new Queen," Cassidy coolly said to her conquered rival, "it seems only fitting that I have a throne, doesn't it?" Johansson's teary eyes widened in horror as she saw her tormentor's rear end descend upon her, Katie's facesit covering the blonde's face and smothering her into unconsciousness while the triumphant brunette basked in the cheers and applause of the onlookers.
