"Wiping the Floor with 'em All" (Pt 1):
PROLOGUE by RedRottingBeast
Halle Berry vs. Magdalena Wrobel + Milla Jovovich
It was another rainy night in Metropolis and under an incessant
rain, a hot young blonde teenager was punching hard into the small,
naked boobs of a barely legal Asian, the latter screaming as her
nubile body was tortured. Far away, out of earshot of her cries,
high above the street in a downtown apartment, a telephone rang.
"Get the phone Milla, I've a headache and don't need that damn bell making it worse!" said a woman's voice.
The voice was that of Magdalena Wrobel, the sexy Polish model. Milla Jovovich, her live-in, quickly answered.
"We've got a problem, you two!" the voice on the other end said.
Milla recognized immediately the voice as Rachel Weisz. In fact, Milla and Magda both worked for the scary 'Scorpion Sisterhood' and Rachel was their direct contact with the rest of the organization.
"Halle Berry, that Black slut, still refuses to submit to the will of Miss Scorpion," Rachel said. "It's time to teach her a lesson. You two have been chosen to perform this task as a favor for Miss Scorpion. Reduce the slut to submission and receive Miss Scorpian's gratitude."
The communication ended abruptly as she simply hung up without even saying good-bye.
"Shit, Magda! We've gotta fight!"
"Fight? With who?"
Magda wasn't ever eager to fight anyone, fearing that one day these fights could turn out to be too hard for her.
"It's that fucking black slut, Halle Berry. I guess we have to go do it now!"
"Damn, it's raining," Magda pouted. "And I just got my hair done!"
"We haven't much choice Magda, that was Rachel. You know she's not the type you can say no to..."
"Shit," Magda huffed. "OK, let's do it then and get it over quickly."
Magda closed the fashion magazine she was reading, stood up and followed Milla to the door. Outside, the chill disturbed the two models and Milla grunted unhappily. They jumped in their sports car and drove to Halle's luxurious home in the Hills.
Lightning illuminated Halle's bedroom with a sharp flash, before precipitating it again in darkness. Sleeping snug in her warm bed, Halle was awakened suddenly by the clap of thunder that followed a few seconds later.
"Damn! The storm won't let me sleep!" grumped Halle as she slid out of bed, pulled on her night gown and padded to the kitchen in her bare feet to get a one of the free Cokes the sponsor provided to her as their celebrity spokesmodel.
She opened the fridge, took a bottle and poured it over crackling into a frosty glass from the freezer. She raised the glass to her full lips but just as she was about to take a long, satisfying draught, she stopped as she heard an insistent, rapid knocking at her front door.
"Who the hell'd come over this time of night," she muttered as she put down the delicious soda. "And in this fuckin' weather?"
Suspiciously, she leaned on the door and called out, "Who's there?"
"Can you please help me?" a voice with a foreign accent from outside. "My car's engine blew up and yours is the only light on. I need to make a phone call, then I'll leave."
Halle thought about it before opening... could it be a crazed fan from one of those celebrity fight web sites up to no good?
"Please Miss Berry, it's cold out here. I'm freezing. Just to make a phone call, please?!"
Halle was overwhelmed by her instinctive good heart and figured that even if the woman were a thief or stalker, she could take care of her. The beautiful Black actress turned the handle. She realized immediately she'd made a mistake when she recognized Milla. On the other hand, she was caught completely unprepared as Milla kicked the door, sending it against her. Halle felt the wood slam her forehead and she lost her balance, falling over backward on the floor.
Immediately, Milla rushed in the apartment, dressed in a black trench. In a moment, she was all over Halle, who was still dazed on the ground, and kicked her in the kidneys.
"Ooofff!" moaned the Black girl as Milla's hard boot connected.
"Lift that slut up!" ordered Magda who had followed Milla through the door.
Magda watched the fallen Black woman with disdain and contempt as Milla grabbed Halle's hair, pulled her up and held her arms. Still dazed by Milla's attack, Halle was trying to clear her head when a fist flashed in front of her eyes.
THUD!
Magda shook her hand seeking relief; her punch was so hard her knuckles hurt. As Halle's head snapped back, it banged Milla's forehead.
"Be careful Magda! I'm back here!" Milla complained.
"Sorry Milla, didn't mean that... hey what th...?"
Shaken from her daze by the blow, Halle had regained control of herself and in one swift motion, lifted her left leg and slammed her heel straight out into Magda's belly.
"OOOOFF!"
She doubled over, her thin body overwhelmed by the power of Halle's leg. Taking advantage, Halle slammed the back of her head into Milla's forehead so hard Milla almost lost balance and had to let Halle go as she wind-milled her arms. Halle grabbed Magda's long brown hair while she was doubled over and threw her at Milla. Magda crashed head first into Milla's belly, then Milla collapsed to the floor flat on her back.
Halle lifted Magda by the hair and kicked her in the crotch. The shock of pain left Magda dazed and, like her partner, the Polish princess collapsed on the floor. Halle sat on Milla's stomach as the Ukrainian model still lay dazed on the floor. She punched her in the face....once, twice, three times... blow after blow! Milla's cheeks started to swell and her lip split.
She tried to react by shaking her own arms aimlessly, unable to focus on the ravaging Black woman who was destroying her pretty face. Her efforts were in vain and with a final blow, Halle sent her to dreamland. Taking a break from Milla's mask of blood, Halle moved back over to Magda who was regaining consciousness.
Magda charged Halle but she was too quick and strong for the diminutive Polish model. Magda took Halle's knee squarely between her breasts. Coughing desperately, she struggled to catch her breath, but was stung by a punch to her lovely face that dropped her back to the floor.
"So these are the infamous agents of Scorpion Sisterhood uh?" laughed Halle. "You're just two wimps!"
Halle reached down to Magda's dazed body and, with a swift but energetic movement of her arm, ripped her dress clear down the middle. Then she quickly unhooked Magda's bra.
"Oh shit! I wanted to maul your breasts but you have NONE! Now what do I maul? Well, I guess you've left ne no choice," said Halle as she reached under Magda's panties, closed her hand in her pubic hair and pulled it as hard as she could.
Magda shouted for the intense pain, but Halle kept pulling till she felt the hair's roots pulling free. Ripping out a handful, Halle stood up and looked down at her hand, wondering what to do with it now that she had it. Making a quick decision, she turned around and rammed Magda's pubic hair into Milla's mouth. Then she pushed her hand under Milla's skirt, grabbed a handful of her pubic hair and effortlessly ripped it out. She went over and forced it into Magda's mouth.
Standing up and putting her hands on her hips, Halle shook her head sadly. She went to her bedroom and got the rope she kept in her night stand in case someone spent the night. Using the length of rope, Halle tied the two women together back to back. She dragged them outside and dumped them in the gutter in front of her building, leaving them in the rain.
"And tell your chief, whoever she is, the next time she wants to scare me she better not send two pathetic wimps to do the job!"
Halle slammed the door and locked it. She felt that this wouldn't be the last time she'd be attacked by the Sisterhood. As the thunder roared, Halle considered going back to bed. She wondered if she should call her friends the next morning to discuss the situation.
"Yeah, in the morning, maybe... ," Halle muttered as she turned off the lights and tried to get back to sleep.