Upon being cast in “Captain America 2”, Alison Brie had mixed emotions. On the one hand, this was a major Hollywood movie that would catapult her from the small screen to the big screen. On the other hand, she would now appear opposite Scarlett Johansson onscreen, which meant it was only a matter of time she would appear opposite Scarlett in the ring.
Within days of her casting, she got the call she was dreading. “Alison, you will be facing Scarlett at the next event.” The inevitable was now a very close reality, and while Brie had confidence in her abilities, she was still very nervous about facing the very skilled Scarlett.
“She had all that training to be in The Avengers,” Alison whined to her trainer. “She’s got all those martial arts moves and all that stunt work. What do I have? If I was given like six months, I could get in shape like that. But I’m not. She’s going to eat my lunch.” Her trainer reassured her that she would be prepared, but it would be hard to match the physical shape Scarlett had gotten herself into.
On the day of the fight, there wasn’t an open seat available. Both women had strong followings, and the implications of two starlets appearing in the same blockbuster made this an intriguing matchup.
Alison came out first, dressed in a bright purple two piece. Her more than ample cleavage was on full display, as was her very respectable figure. She flashed her bright, beaming smile to the audience, not letting them know about her internal trepidations. Brie stepped into the ring and waived to her fans, trying not to look at the curtain as her opponent headed out.
As soon as she stepped onto the ramp, all eyes were on Scarlett. The young blonde had a look of determination as she strode down the aisle in a very complimentary red bikini. Scarlett too had her valuable assets positioned perfectly, knowing that there was little chance her top was going to stay on during the match. Unlike Brie, Scarlett didn’t acknowledge the fans. She instead decided to stare directly at her foe, showing that she wasn’t the least bit intimidated.
Scarlett stepped through the ropes and Alison was able to see up close just how tight Johansson’s body was. This was a woman who was in peak physical shape, and somehow Brie would have to come up with a way to beat her.
The ref wasted little time ringing the bell. Scarlett and Alison stared at one another. Johansson had the slight height advantage and she definitely ha a major mental advantage. “I’d wish you luck but, come on honey. We know this isn’t going to end well for you.”
“Well…” Alison replied, revealing her shaky voice, “I’m…going to beat you. Hmph.” Scarlett smiled. She then delivered a forearm to Brie, knocking the brunette backwards. Johansson followed it up with two more quick strikes, backing Brie up into the ropes. Scarlett then whipped Alison across the ring and as Brie bounced off the cables, she was greeted with a Scarlett clothesline.
Brie hit the ground with a grunt. She climbed back to her feet but was met by a charging Scarlett, who caught her with another clothesline that again put her on her butt. Johansson bounced off the ropes again, this time leaping onto the downed Brie. The big splash created a “splat” noise as Scarlett’s stomach collided with Brie’s. Alison let out an oompf as the wind was knocked out of her lungs.
Johansson sprung to her feet and let a devilish smile cross her lips. She hoisted Alison to the feet by her hair and muscled the girl into the corner. Scarlett used her right arm to force Alison up, and then with the left she made a fist and buried it into Alison’s stomach. Again, Alison let out a grunt. “You gotta tighten this up if you’re going to be on the big screen,” Scarlett taunted as she fired off two more punches.
Scarlett then flung Alison across the ring, hurtling Brie into the waiting corner. Alison smashed into the turnbuckle with a smack. Johansson followed behind, again charging for a clothesline. Alison saw her coming, and despite the pain she felt, she had the wherewithal to move out of the way.
The blonde smashed into the turnbuckle chest first. Seeing an opening, Alison sprung into action. She bounced off the ropes and delivered a clothesline of her own, knocking Scarlett down to the mat. Brie then pounced on top of Johansson, slamming her head over and over against the canvas.
As her skull was being smashed repeatedly into the ground, Scarlett knew she had to do something quick or she’d be knocked out. Reaching up, Johansson grabbed the back of Brie’s briefs and gave a hard tug, wedging the material up Alison’s ass. This wedgie defense caused Brie to shoot upright in pain, which gave Scarlett an opening to roll free.
Both women felt the damage of that last exchange; Scarlett was busy shaking the cobwebs from her head while Alison delicately pulled the fabric from between her cheeks. They then locked eyes and immediately charged one another. The blonde and the brunette grabbed hair and rolled around the ring, tugging and yanking as they screeched in pain. Eventually, they rolled to the edge of the mat, at which point Scarlett let go of Alison’s tresses and gave her a hard shove. Brie went tumbling out of the ring, landing hard on the thin padding surrounding the ring.
Scarlett climbed to her feet, rubbing her head. She looked down and was pleased at the sight of Alison lying in a heap outside the ring writhing in pain. Johansson slid out of the ring and slowly approached her prey. She grabbed Alison by the hair and yanked her to her feet. The hurt Brie put up little resistance as she was then flung into the security barricade. Alison smashed into the barrier and again collapsed to the ground. She was not used to taking such punishment and her body reacted in kind; Brie’s back was tightening and her neck started to throb. She was in trouble and she knew it.
Seeing her opponent still lying motionless, Scarlett again began to skulk towards the brunette. “You have no place in this ring,” she taunted. Johansson again grabbed Brie by the hair, pulling her up to her knees. Alison balled up her fist and swung wildly, catching Johansson right between her legs. Scarlett dropped to her knees, clutching her womanhood in pain. Brie’s underhanded tactic worked, and she was now free to escape Johansson’s clutches.
Alison rolled back into the ring, taking the precious few seconds she had to recover. Scarlett, meanwhile, was moaning in pain as she tried to rub away the pain. She looked up and saw a smiling Brie, who was holding her own crotch and mocking Scarlett. “Aw, did that hurt? I’m sorry. Maybe you don’t have a place in my ring.” Alison continued to revel in her opponent’s misery, but she made a crucial mistake by turning her back to the downed Johansson.
Seizing the opening, Scarlett ignored the pain and slid into the ring. She snuck up behind Alison and delivered an uppercut between Alison’s legs, catching her right in the crotch. The stunned Brie dropped to her knees as she was now experiencing the pain she had inflicted on Scarlett just moments earlier. Johansson, however, wasn’t going to make the same mistakes Brie did.
Scarlett dragged the wailing Brie by her hair to the middle of the ring. Alison sat there on her knees, rubbing her throbbing pussy. Unlike Johansson, Brie was unable to hide her pain with mere groans. She was fully sobbing, an indication that her toughness was mostly bluster. The blonde stood in front of her kneeling opponent and smiled. She then lifted her leg and delivered a spin-kick right to Alison’s head.
The lights went out instantly for Alison. The pain in her body gave way to darkness. She was knocked out upon impact as her body crashed into the mat. Scarlett’s martial arts training proved effective as her lightening-fast kick effectively won her the match. But Scarlett wasn’t content to just pin Alison. She wanted to make sure Brie remembered this match.
Scarlett rolled Alison onto her back. She sat on Brie’s stomach, pinning her arms down with her knees. “You still with us, sweetie?” Johansson asked as she patted Brie’s cheeks. To her surprise, Alison actually began to stir. “There you are. Bet you thought me knocking you out was going to end this match. Bet you thought I was just going to hook your leg and pin you. Sorry sweetheart, but you have to learn to not step into my ring.”
Alison, realizing her predicament, tried to roll free. To her horror, she was pinned. Despite the aching pain in her head, she was fully aware of her predicament. Scarlett brushed the hair away from Brie’s eyes, ensuring that her vision wasn’t impaired. “So after some sad, pathetic little loser hacked my phone, everyone got to see my tits. I knew they were amazing, but I don’t want millions of people drooling over them. It was so embarrassing.” Scarlett slid her hands over Brie’s top, gently tracing circles with her fingers around Alison’s nipples. “I don’t think anyone’s had a chance to see your boobs. You go around taunting these fans with your low cut shirts. I think we give them what they want.”
“Please,” Alison pleaded, “don’t do this. You won, okay? Don’t humiliate me.”
Scarlett smiled as she heard Brie utter the word “humiliate”. It sent a tingle down her spine. This girl was helpless and at her disposal. “If you think all I’m going to do is expose your fat, ugly tits…you’re in for a rude awakening.” Brie shook her head in protest as she felt Scarlett tugging at her top. Scarlett was going agonizingly slow, letting the material slide slower and slower down Brie’s skin, revealing inch after inch of Alison’s breasts. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Scarlett pulled down Alison’s top, revealing her tits in all their glory.
The humiliated Brie sobbed as she felt the cold air brush over her exposed breasts. To her horror, Alison’s pale nipples were standing at full attention. “Looks like someone’s enjoying her treatment,” Scarlett taunted. Johansson sunk her fingers greedily into the pale flesh of Brie’s mammaries, twisting and tugging with reckless abandon. “I could play with these things all day,” Scarlett taunted as she jiggled Brie’s boobs.
“Please…stop…” Alison begged. Her breasts were being manhandle by the blonde and there was nothing she could do. Scarlett then switched tactics, abandoning her breast-crushing palm attack for a more calculated strike. She latched on to Brie’s sensitive nipples and began to tug, pulling Alison slightly off the mat. This was a whole new world of pain for the brunette, who let out a banshee-like wail.
“What’s the matter, don’t like a little rough foreplay?” Scarlett teased as she continued to tug at the small pink nips. “I tell you what, I would be willing to stop, but you have to do something for me. What do you say?”
Brie, with tears in her eyes, shook her head feverishly in the affirmative. Anything to stop the nipple torture she was enduring. “Good,” Johansson said. She released Alison’s breasts, allowing the fans to see the red marks from Scarlett’s fingers on Brie’s alabaster skin. “All I want you to do is admit that I have the nicer breasts.”
“I…I admit it…” Alison said through sobs.
Scarlett latched onto Brie’s breasts again, giving them a firm squeeze. “That’s not what I said. I said admit I have the nicer breasts!”
“You have the nicer breasts!” Brie squealed.
“How do you know? Have you seen them? Were you one of the sick perverts who looked at my beautiful naked body on the internet?” Scarlett increased the pressure on Alison’s breasts, squeezing harder and harder.
“No! Ow! Please!” Alison cried.
“I’ll let you go if you kiss my superior breasts. I want you to get up close and personal with true greatness.” Brie, who has already been abused and humiliated, had no choice but to accept. Scarlett leaned in and pulled down her own top, exposing her exquisite tits. “Press your pouty little loser lips against my amazing breasts.”
Alison leaned up, staring directly at Scarlett’s massive chest. She couldn’t believe what she was going to be forced to do. Scarlett swayed back and forth, letting her nipples graze across Alison’s nose. Brie puckered her lips and attempted to kiss Scarlett’s breasts, but Johansson pulled them back. “What do you think you’re doing?! You have to ask permission.”
Brie, humbled, asked “Can I please kiss your breasts?”
“If you insist, loser,” Scarlett replied as she lowered her tits near Alison’s lips. Brie’s pursed lips quickly opened as she bit down on Johansson’s dangling nipple. Scarlett let out a howl as she felt Alison’s teeth sink into her tender flesh. She fired a punch to Brie’s temple, which forced the girl to let go of her snack. “What the fuck?!” Scarlett yelled. “You’re going to pay for that!”
Alison, pleased with her showing of defiance, suddenly realized what was coming next. Scarlett leaned forward, pressing her ample chest against Brie’s face. The feisty brunette was now trapped under an expert breast smother. Alison’s nose and mouth were both sealed off by Johansson’s talented tits. Scarlett wrapped her arms around the back of Brie’s head, jamming her face further and further into her cleavage. “Struggling only makes it worse,” Scarlett scolded as she felt Alison’s body writhe underneath her. Finally, Brie succumbed to the devastating smother as her body went still.
Scarlett climbed to her feet and put her top back on. She looked down at the unconscious Brie with nothing but utter disdain. “She learned that she didn’t stand a chance against me. Alison’s nothing but floppy tits and no fighting skill. I’m the complete package.” Scarlett climbed through the ropes but stopped halfway. “No, she doesn’t get to leave with any dignity.”
The vindictive blonde walked over to her helpless foe. She reached down and grabbed Alison’s briefs. “You don’t deserve to walk out of here with these,” Scarlett said as she pulled down Brie’s panties. Johansson smiled as she looked at the nude Alison Brie lying unconscious on the mat. Scarlett then balled up Brie’s panties and inserted them in the sleeping brunette’s mouth. She then put her victorious foot on Alison’s nude chest, posing over the thoroughly dominated Brie.
It was a solid win for Scarlett, who sent her message…don’t mess with Scarlett Johansson.
