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In an exclusive LA gym, in a quiet corner of the facility, lay the dojo-like sanctity of the judo and wrestling room. Its floor was an expanse of thick, padded mats, the kind that absorbed the shock of falling bodies.
Bella Thorne, now 27, has come to his gym just recently, looking for better competition. She’s bored bulling the women at the gym closer to her home. With her well-earned reputation as a nasty, relentless fighter, no one there is willing to face her there. So today she strides onto these new mats with the unapologetic swagger of a warrior looking for her next victim.
Bella is a different woman from the lanky ingenue of her early career. Life, and a hedonistic appetite, had sculpted her into something quite formidable. She is still a redhead, but now her frame is filled-out--pure, unapologetic solid. She readily gains or drops ten pounds. Today she is voluptuous, curvy, she has indeed "got it all" – her enviably large chest swelling beneath a tight sports bra, her thighs thick and muscular, her full hips and fleshy ass beneath her too-small wrestling shorts. Every inch of her flashes a "don't-mess-with-me" warning.
In between the partying, Bella works out, hard, punishing her body to keep the formidable curves honed, to maintain the edge that makes her feel ready for anything. She is, as ever, the bad-girl, the brawler, the bully. Fearless and tough, she moves with both predatory grace and rarely matched arrogance.
Waiting for her on the opposite side of the mats, stretching with a focused intensity is Alexandra Daddario. At 39, Alex has settled into a more refined, leaner physicality. The famed "full-figured" contours of her twenties have given way to a thinner, tone-all-over body. Her waist is trimmer, her hips and legs more lithe than before. Her boobs are still impressive, but they are noticeably smaller than when she let them hang free 11 years ago filming ‘True Detective.’ And today, they decidedly take second place to the fuller rack that Bella carries.
These days, Alex isn’t a brawler; she enjoys competitive matches with a calculating mind. She is experienced with her fists, precise and economical in her movements, utilizing strategy over brute force. She eyes Bella, surprised at her physical presence, but nonplused by her reputation. She simply would not allow this arrogant punk to be queen bee here.
Bella stops, hands on her hips, looking Alex up and down. Settling into a look of disdain and challenge.
"Well, well, if it isn't the mighty Alexandra," she purred, her voice a low growl. "Heard you've been talking up a big game. Thinking you could still hang."
Alex straightened, her famous blue eyes locking onto Bella’s. There was no fear in them, only a quiet resolve.
"I don't talk bigger than I can fight, Bella. Unlike some people."
Her tone was calm, measured, which only seemed to fan the flames of Bella's impatience.
"Oh, really?" Bella takes a step forward, her lips curling into a sneer. "Let's see just how much fight you've got left in that… diminished, aging frame."
Her eyes lingered pointedly on Alex's chest. "Looks like someone's been skipping their dessert."
A faint flush rose on Alex’s cheeks, but her expression remained unyielding.
“Well you look like you’ve been eating them all, you cow.” Alex rejoins. "You want to go, Bella? Let's go. No holds barred. Last one standing, or tapping."
Bella’s grins wide. "My kind of rules, sweetheart. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Thorne cracks her knuckles then moves to the center of the mat. Alex follows, her movements fluid and controlled. As they squared off, the difference in their physicality is evident-- Bella's thick power contrasting sharply with Alex's lean agility.
The match begins with a cautious dance. Alex circles, feigning with her left, testing Bella’s reactions. She jabs with her quick right; then slips in a fast left-hand slap that reddens Bella’s cheek. Alex steps to the side and repeats the slap, but Bella is quick. She tilts her head, letting the blow graze her cheek. It stings, a minor irritation, and Bella’s eyes narrow.
"Is that all you got, grandma?" Bella taunts, then lungs forward, a straight-ahead burst of power.
Alex sidesteps and pivots sharply. She delivers a swift, open-handed judo chop hard on Bella’s neck at the shoulder. The thwack echoes in the room. It makes an impression.
Bella stops, blinks once, then twice. Her hand rubs at her neckline in a slow, dawning fury. .
"Oh, you wanna play games, huh? Prancing around on your toes" she rumbles, her voice dropping an octave.
Alex knows she has poked the bear. She maintains distance, weaving and bobbing, landing a few more quick and effective slaps – one on Bella’s right cheek, another ringing her left ear. Alex moves fast, trying to outflank the younger woman. But Bella is a force of nature. She sluffs off the blows, her toughness shrugging off impacts that would have made an impression on lesser opponent. She is wild-eyed, determined, and has fully locked onto her prey.
Suddenly, Bella explodes forward, not with a strike, but with a full-bodied, full-impact tackle. Alex is run over, sprawled out on the mats. Laughing, Bella quickly stands and urges Daddario up to her feet. Alex is up quickly. Bella charges again. Alex braces, as the solid redhead knocks her back a step then quickly wraps her arms tight around Alex’s waist. The brunette grunts as Throne squeezes her tight, and squeals a little as Thorne’s young, firm chest overwhelm and pancake her softer boobs. Bella demonstrates her formidable strength as she lifts the lighter woman off her feet, hoists her up higher still for a split second-- before slamming her down onto the mats with a bone-jarring thud.
The air rushes out of Alex’s lungs in gasp. Before she can recover, Thorne stomps her belly. Bella leaps down, straddling Alex’s chest. Bella’s full landing weight is a crushing burden. Alex can’t fill her lungs enough to recover.
Now, the battle is truly on Bella’s terms. This was grappling, raw and unforgiving, where power and mass reign supreme. Finess? Who cares! Bella quickly establishes her dominance, bouncing heavily on the older woman’s chest. She slaps and backhands the brunette across the face, covers her mouth with one hand and seals her nose with the other, smiling as Daddario’s eyes register her breathlessness.
“This is so fun, Alex. Are you enjoying it as much as I am,” Bella hoots.
Alex bucks up. She’s plenty strong enough to get the redhead slightly airborne. As they crash back down, Alex manages to twist to her belly but Thorne still sits astride her. She grabs Alex’s left arm, twisting it behind her back in a painful hammerlock. Alex squirms, trying to twist, around but Bella presses down on her foe’s trapped arm, then muscles her own body up enough to drive her knees down into Alex’s back, pinning her down to the mat. The pressure of her hammerlock is dreadful as Bella sets her thighs around her captive and settles in.
"Tap, Alex," Bella face is close enough for Alex to feel her warm, heavy breath. "Or this arm is gonna sing a sad song."
Alex grits her teeth, resisting, but her arm is screaming. She feels her shoulder nearing its limit. With a frustrated grunt, she taps the mat rapidly with her free hand. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Bella eases up on her hold but not completely. Thorne leaned back slightly, her ample chest heaving from the exertion, gloating.
"First point is mine. Easy. You suck balls, Alex," she jeers.
Then, without warning, she rolls Alex on to her belly, raises her hand and delivers a sharp, open-handed slap across Alex’s face. Bella then places her hands on both sides of Alex’s face and brings her lips close to Alex’s ear.
“You did okay, Alex. Really. It’s just that you don’t have a chance against me.” Thorne jeers, “And oh, I believe you said ‘No Rules,’ right?” she continues, threateningly.
Tapped, trapped, slapped and now humiliated, Alex’s eyes are burning. Bella shifts her body, keeping Alex pinned down with her hips. She reaches for Alex’s head, pulling it into a headlock, her forearm pressing in hard, not quite a choke, but close. Throne ramps up the pressure, ringing out her foe’s head and shoulders. Alex’s hands claw at Bella’s bicep, trying to break the grip around her head. Her face turns deep red. She bucks and strains for all she’s worth, but Bella’s hold is overpowering. With a desperate, choking gasp, she taps out again, a rapid, frantic signal.
Bella releases her, allowing Alex to suck in a ragged breath. But just moment of respite, until Bella shoves Alex down on her back. Bella bends over her plaything, yanks her head up by her hair, then Bella’s hand comes down again, another stinging slap.
"Still got those pretty eyes, though," Bella sneers, her voice dripping with mockery, “but that’s two points for me.”
The match continues in much the same brutal, one-sided fashion. Bella, fueled by a primal delight in her power, is bent on systematically punishing Alex. She traps one of Alex’s thin, well-toned thighs between her beefy muscular stems in a scissor-hold, squeezing until Alex can take no more, forcing another tap. Bella smiles and slaps Alex across the face.
“That’s three slaps for you. Three points for me, none for you” Bella reports.
Bella pulls Alex to her feet, hoists her up to body-slam her down to the mat. She quickly leaps down on Daddario’s face in a reverse face sit. Her two fists beat down on the brunette’s chest as she laughs out loud. Alex taps out.
Bella stands and hauls Alex to her feet to slam a wicked fourth slap across the harried woman’s face. Bella looks around the room, spots a chair in the far corner. First, she hoists Alex up and body-slams her down, again, harder. Then she marches herself to the chair and sits.
“Because I’m such a good sport, Alex, and because you’re such an old has-been, I’ll give a few minutes to pull yourself together,” she laughs.
Alex remains on her back, holding her head, rubbing her aching thigh, rubbing her burning cheek, trying to breathe in deep calming breaths.
In a bit, Bella stands up. Alex, weary, disheartened and badly beat-down, slowly gets to her feet as well.
Once more Bella bulls herself towards Alex. The brunette braces, prepared to fight with every ounce of her experience and gumption she has. It’s not enough. Thorne runs her over her. They land hard. Alex tries to push Bella away. Bella just laughs, but somehow Alex slips a headlock around the redhead and delivers three quick jabs to Thorne’s face, then slips her arm firmly around Thorne’s throat.
“Bitch,” Thorne spits, gagging.
Alex tightens the noose around her foe’s neck. She feels a wave of satisfaction as she finally mounts some offence. But Bella rolls to her feet, lifting Alex with her. Daddario tries to work her headlock, but Bella grabs her between her thin thighs, hoists her up. Shocked, Alex loses her headlock but quickly claws at Bella’s face. Thorne grunts, wraps her arms around Daddario’s waist and squeezes as she ragdolls her lighter foe, before throwing her across the room. Alex lands hard.
Bella massages her neck, then rubs gently on the scratches on her face. Somehow Alex is back on her feet. As Bella steps forward to stalk her, Daddario turns away, but immediately springs forward with a forearm across Bella’s collarbone. The brunette grabs a handful of red hair and jams Thorn’s head down into her knee, twice, then three times. Alex takes one step backwards, expecting Bella to fall. She doesn’t. Bella holds herself upright, her head spinning. Alex shrugs, then lifts her fists and moves toward her foe.
Alex is intent on avoiding Bella's power. She moves in close, Bella has her guard up high, but she is clearly groggy. Alex belts Bella low in the gut. Thorne drops her guard. Alex throws short-arm rights and lefts into Bella's chest. She explodes an uppercut into Thorne’s chin. Perplexed, maybe rattled, Bella backs away from an unexpected shellacking, but a determined Alex stays with her, hammering away at Bella's arms and side. Daddario jams in a jug flattening hook into Thorne. Bella shrieks and turns her back to Alex, cursing. Daddario attacks that exposed back, smartly hammering away at Bella's kidneys, first with her fist, and then with an on-target knee. Thorne staggers, drops to one knee, but is quickly back up. Thorne is resilient. She turns suddenly and backhands Alex across the face, knocking her off balance. Bella winds up her right hand and drives it into Daddario’s belly, knocking her backwards onto her ass. Alex is quick to her feet. Bella charges and lifts Alex up in a bear hug.
Thorne pours the pressure on. Alex tries to break free. She pulls Bella’s hair, she presses her palms into Bella chin, but to no avail. Her boobs crushes, her back aching as Bella bends her backwards. Alex struggles for a bit longer, then collapses in Bella’s arms. She has no choice but to tap out, yet again. But Bella isn’t finished. She hoists Alex up high, shifts her sideways, then slams her down against an outstretched knee.
Bella holds the brunette suspended across her knee. Holding a handful of hair, Thorne grinds an elbow into Daddario’s belly. Alex is frantically tapping Bella’s thigh.
“Enough. Please! No more…” Alex wails. But Thorne stands up, pulling Alex up by her hair and holding her close.
“Too many taps to keep track of,” Bella mocks. She slaps and backhands Alex across the face multiple times. Standing, pulling red-face Alex to her feet, she marches Daddario around the mat room, punctuating her steps with hard slaps to the older woman’s belly.
Bella smiles, a slow, nasty smile as she marches Alex to one of the walls in the mat room and knees her in the gut. Thorne pulls off Daddario’s sports bra and wraps it around her wrists. Pulling Alex’s arms up high on the wall, Bella delivers a rhythmic series of stinging slaps to Alex’s face. Smack. Smack. Smack. Each one firm, humiliating, and resonating with Bella’s complete dominion. Alex turned her head, trying to avoid them, but Bella simply followed, forcing her face forward.
"Had enough yet, Alex?" Bella whispered, leaning close, her fiery hair brushing Alex’s cheek. Her chest was pressed against Alex’s, her full, heavy breasts a suffocating weight. "Or do you want more of Bella's special treatment?"
Bella slaps Alex across the chest, smiling as she watches the soft flesh redden.
Alex is exhausted and thoroughly beaten. Her muscles scream, her lungs burn, and her face throbs. Pinned, utterly helpless and subjected to Bella’s relentless shaming, she has nothing left.
Finally, Bella yawns. She’s kind of bored. She releases Alex's wrists, then threads her arm under Alex's neck, hooking her own arm and pulls Alex’s head back in a brutal rear-naked choke. It is a ghastly picture of complete control, of total submission. Alex weakly grasps at Bella’s arm, a futile gesture. Her body goes limp, a last, barely audible gasp escaping her lips.
Bella holds the choke for only a few seconds, long enough to know Alex is completely out of it, then releases her. Alex falls sprawled on the mat, face down, motionless for a beat, then stirring enough to draw in deep, ragged breaths, her body shuddering. She doesn’t try to move. She is done.
Bella stands, adjusting her sports bra, her chest heaving, a sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. She looks down at the defeated form of Alexandra Daddario.
"Told you, Alex," she said, her voice surprisingly soft, though laced with undeniable victory. "You're no match for Bella Thorne. This is my gym now,"
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