Brie Larson, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, stalks through the private gym with a determined stride. She remains focused on her prearranged destination. Her eyes lock onto the figure in the corner, Alexandra Daddario, whose voice had been echoing in her head loudly to let it go.
Alex looks up from her dumbbells, catching Brie's gaze in the mirror. She smirks, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, well, if it isn't the Ms. Marvel wannabe," she called out, setting the weights down with a dramatic clang. "Come to flex those muscles for me?"
"No. I'm here to kick your bony ass. Literally," Brie shoots back, her voice a low, controlled growl.
She'd had enough of Alex's snarky comments about her acting skills, especially today. The gym was her sanctuary, where she hones her body and mind into the superhero form she frequently plays, and Alex's presence had turned it sour.
Brie calls the gym ref to the ring. Set the rules. Three falls, pins or submissions. The blonde and the brunette climb up to the ring.
The bell rings, signaling the start of their match, and Brie wastes no time. She sprints across the mat, her legs muscles coiled and ready to strike. Alex, however, is also in motion. Her body is a blur of toned limbs. She lunges at Brie. Their bodies collided with a smack that resonates through the gym.
Brie feels Alex's grip tighten around her waist, the brunette's fingers digging into her skin as she works to throw the blonde off balance. But Brie is faster and stronger, a fact that Alex now learns the hard way. With a grunt, Brie hoists Alex into the air, her muscles straining, and slams her onto the mat.
Alex's breath whooshes out in a surprised gasp as Brie follows through, straddling her opponent's torso. She shimmies forward to lock her legs around Alex's head and pulls up. Brie rolls Alex to her side and immediately locks her all-business thighs around the brunette’s head.. Brie laughs as Alex’s face turns red.
“Though you’d appreciate my marvelous neck scissors!” Brie mocks.
Alex flails and squirms, her arms thrashing wildly, then pulling on the blonde’s thighs as she tried to break free. Daddario’s cheeks flush a deep red from exertion and embarrassment. Brie's thighs hold here trapped in a vice-like grip. Despite her struggles, Alex finds that she cannot push herself up nor wiggle out of Brie's hold.
"Not so funny now, is it? Care to make any more Captain Marvel jokes" Brie smirked, leaning down to whisper in Alex's ear.
She can feel Alex's hot breath on her neck as the brunette pants, trying to free herself from this nasty situation.
With surprising agility, Brie twists her legs around Alex's head, spinning her body in a fluid motion that leaves the other woman dizzy. In a flash, Brie changes her position, now straddling Alex's waist with her toned thighs, keeping her pinned flat on the mat.
"What the—" Alex gasped, trying to push Brie's legs apart.
But Brie was ready for her. She leaned back, her arms shooting out to grab Alex's wrists, and slams them to the mat above her head.
"Not gonna happen, Daddario," Brie sneered, her grip like iron as she dangles her chest down near her foe’s face.
Alex arches her body up off the mat, her eyes squeeze shut as she strains against Brie's hold. Brie reaches back with one hand to punch Alex in the stomach, collapsing her bridge. Brie enjoys the feeling of Alex trapped under her, of Alex straining to no avail. But she knows better than to underestimate Alex.
Using her superior strength, Brie flipped Alex over onto her stomach, her legs still entangled in the brunette's. The blonde sits hard on Daddario’s trim butt. She pulls back on her foes arms, putting her in a double hammerlock.
"Looks like your time to shine is over. You are so past your prime," Brie taunts, her voice echoing in the otherwise silent gym.
Alex's eyes open wide, her face sets grim and angry. Alex grits her teeth and pulls her knees up and in, trying to dislodge Brie from her back. But Brie's legs remain firm as she rides her bronco, forcing her flat down to the mat again.
Brie's smirk grew wider. "I want a submission from you, my little bitch!" she hisses, standing up and yanking Alex to her feet by her hammerlock. The blonde marches Alex around the ring, cranking up on her trapped arm. Then, with a swift motion, Brie shifts to a crushing headlock, her bicep flexing against Alex's neck.
Alex gasps for air, her legs buckling under the unyielding force. She can feel Brie's hot breath on her neck. The tightness of the headlock grows more intense with each passing second. Alex claws at Brie’s side. The blonde tightens her grip, her eyes gleaming with competitive fire as she torments her foe.
"Submit," Brie growled, her voice low and demanding.
Alex's knees bend as she is forced down to the mat, finally laid out with Brie holding her trapped. Her vision swims as she finds her breath being choked off.
Brie Larson, a golden-haired powerhouse, has Alexandra Daddario exactly where she wants her. The brunette is flat on her back. Brie lies across her, her own left arm tight around Alex’s neck, her right arm holding her foe tight in place as she forces her right boob down on Daddario’s face.
“Kiss my tit,” Brie mocks, “you know you want to.” Larson leans into force her chest into Daddario’s teary face.
Alex is trembling. Rarely has she ever ben so thoroughly dominated and over-powered by another woman. Brie’s arms strain as she cranks the headlock ever tighter. The sound of Alex's gasping breaths are music to her ears.
“I own you. Give!” Brie demands.
"Please stop. I submit!" Alex wails, her voice cracking with desperation.
But Brie's grin widens. "Well, I said I want a submission, but I think I'll just keep going, instead.”
Larson finally releases the headlock and grabs Alex by the hair to haul her to her feet. She forces the brunette’s face into her chest, then throws the brunette down to the mat. Brie walks steps on Daddario’s back as she walks back to her corner, having on the first fall.
Dazed and hurting, Alex glares up at Brie, rage burning in her eyes. Alex walks slowly to her corner to rest between falls. She realizes that Brie is too strong for her, so she decides to pull out all the stops and fight dirty.
Round two begin...
The referee's hand slapped the mat, signaling the start of the second round, and Brie pounces again and tackles Alex to the mat. This time, however, the resilient Alex is ready. She rolls away from Brie's initial attack as she climbs back to her feet. But Brie is relentless. Alex feels a hand grabbing the back of her bikini thong, as she stands. The brunette twists around, her arms flail as she aims to lap Brie's smug face. Brie ducks the slap and instead delivers two sharp slaps to Alex's exposed midriff and thighs. Brie quickly backhands Alex across the face.
"Is that all you got?" Brie taunted, her voice ringing with amusement.
Alex quickly kicks Brie in the crotch. Larson is stunned. Alex throws a headlock on the blonde, turns her away from the ref and slips her arm down into an all-out choke hold.
Brie's eyes widened in shock and pain as she felt Alex's arm snake around her neck, the pressure increasing as the choke was cinched in.
Alex grins savagely, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the sudden shift in power. "Now, who's the wannabe?" she whispered, her voice thick with spite as she tightens her choke hold.
As the ref walks around to spot the choke, Alex shifts her arms back to a headlock. She grinds hard, slams her hips into her opponent and uses her legs to trip Alexr down to the mat.
Maintaining the headlock, Alex forces Brie's face into her boobs. The shift in momentum has caught Brie off guard. She struggles to pull away, but the brunette's grip is tight and unyielding. Alex is well practiced in this position. Few women have escaped once Alex has locked them in. Each time Brie tries to shift her weight, Alex responds and snuggles her face tighter into the smother.
Brie's breathing grows shallower as she feels panic rising in her chest. With a roar of effort, the blonde pushes off the mat with her legs, flipping both over. But Alex expertly wraps a scissors around Brie’s thin waist and pulls her face back into her chest. Brie holds on as long as she can, but soon enough she taps out. Alex maintains her smothering, crushing hold until the gym referee forces her to release her suffering opponent.
Alex wins the second fall.
Brie lies on the mat, panting heavily, her face red with effort and embarrassment. Alex struts over to her corner, her own chest heaving with exertion but a smug smile playing on her lips.
The last fall begins with Alex as the aggressor, slapping and kicking the still dazed Brie around the ring before throwing her to the mat. Alex's eyes glint with malice as she launches her body into Brie, who is pushed back into the corner, her legs trembling as she rests against the turnbuckle.
With a swift, brutal motion, Alex brings her knee up into Brie's stomach, the sound of impact resonating through the gym. Brie is doubled over, her breath leaving her body in a pained wheeze. Before she can recover, Alex's knee shoots up again, this time connecting with Brie's groin. Alex yanks back on the blonde's hair and pounds her fist into Brie's belly. Larson's solid abs quiver. Alex knees her belly again, and then into her crotch, an then again the belly.
"I can do this all day," Alex chortles. "Your abs will fail. Or, you can just submit now..." Alex mocks.
But Brie isn’t about to be intimidated. She draws a deep breath, focusing on the burning sensation in her stomach, and uses the pain to fuel her determination. She tightens her abs, turning her core into a wall of steel.
As Alex raises her knee for another brutal blow, Brie's instincts take over. Her hand shoot up, catching Alex's knee mid-air. With a twist of her wrist, she yanks it aside, pulling the brunette off balance. Brie spins Alex into the corner and slams an elbow across her collarbone.
Brie brutalizes Alex with a series of belly blasting knee lifts. Alex's belly is tough enough, but her abs are no match for Brie's fury. Brie stops to position Alex's arms across the top ropes. She proceeds to slap Alex across the abs repeatedly.
Alex's abs quivered and she groaned with each slap, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she braced herself for more.
Brie's hands leave a stinging trail across Alex's midriff, each hit leaving a red imprint on her tanned skin.
Alex's eyes watered and she grunted in pain, but she refused to give in. She kicked out at Brie, her legs flailing as she tried to knock her away from the ropes.
Brie changes tactics. She steps in, wraps her arms around Daddario's waist and applies a bear hug. Slowly, she lifts Alex up off her feet and carries her out of the corner. As she applies ultimate pressure, can feel all resistance face out of the brunette's body.
Alex's eyes open wide, then close tight. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as Brie's arms crush the air from her lungs. Her body hangs limp. The only sounds in the gym are the grunts of effort from Brie as she amps up pressure on her captive.
and the occasional slap of their bodies together.
Brie's firm boob pancake the once mighty Daddario set flat. Brie marches her withered opponent back to the corner. Larson spins around, leans back against the turnbuckle and forces Daddario's face into her ready, willing and able chest.
"Sadly, this won't take long," Brie whispers.
.
Alex's body slumps in defeat, she lamely tries to push off Brie's body, but she has nothing left. Her breaths are shallow and ragged against Brie's sweat-slicked skin. The brunette hangs limp in a jugged-out stupor.
"Third fall to me!" Brie proclaims.
