The women appear at ringside, their bodies are lean and hard. Cuoco is relaxed, preening and flexing her impressive 39-year-old body for the crowd. She shouts insults and threats at the cool, unflappable and always dangerous 35-year-old Brie Larson. Kaley struts close to Brie to poke a finger into her foe’s formidable abs.
“Oooh my, so taut, so very impressive! But no match for mine,” Cuoco mocks as she slaps her own equally taut belly.
“F**k off,” Brie responds, fully confident in her own strong body.
As the match starts, the women lock hands in a test of strength. They struggle for position. Toned thighs press together, faces hard, red. Kaley leans forward into Brie’s body, pushing her back a step. They struggle for several moments. Brie holds her own. Kaley suddenly twists her body to one side, forcing Brie off-balance. Her concentration broken, Brie winces as her fingers are crushed together. Kaley pulls one hand free and slaps Brie across the face. Stung but alert, Brie reaches up for a handful of Kaley's hair, yanks her off balance and drives a knee into Cuoco's belly. Both hands now free, Larson slams an elbow across her foe's barely covered chest and jams the palm of her hand up into Cuoco’s chin. Quickly Brie hammerlocks Kaley's left arm, twisting it hard. Cuoco, forced up on her toes, curses, reaches backward and grabs Brie's hair with her free hand.
Brie works on Kaley's arm while Cuoco tries furiously to rip out Brie's hair. Kaley, losing this exchange, tries to stomp down on Brie's foot, but Larson avoids her maneuver. Her scalp screaming, Brie presses the hammerlock further up Cuoco's back. Securing it with one hand, Brie takes a handful of Kaley's hair and yanks down.
Wincing, Cuoco succeeds in stomping on Larson’s foot, then quickly drives her butt back into her tormentor. Brie curses as her grip on Kaley’s arms loosens. Cuoco quickly snap mares Brie to the mat. She lands hard but immediately rolls away. Brie is on her feet as Kaley comes close.
Cuoco comes in low as she dives for Larson’s waist. Brie side-steps, catches Kaley’s left arm and once again twists it behind her back. Forcing Cuoco up on her toes, Brie marches her to the ropes. She pounds her fist into Kaley's lower back and attacks her kidneys.
Kaley's knees buckle under the onslaught. But she manages to twist around slam an elbow into Brie’s gut. Pullings her arm free, she drives a knee up into Brie’s belly. Cuoco quickly grabs Larson’s head and pulls it down into a wicked knee lift. Brie is seeing stars and nearly drops, but Kaley holds her doubled over to deliver a knee lift to Brie’s head. Larson drops to her knees with her opponent still holding her by the hair. Cuoco yanks the shaky Larson up, pushes her back into the nearest corner and unloads a belly busting barrage with both fists and the occasional knee. Brie’s shields hold for just so long. She starts to groan as the belly beating continues, unable to respond adequately
Kaley finally punches herself out. She backs away just a bit, leaving Larson plaster in the corner, arms spread wide, knees buckled. Cuoco smiles as she regulates her breathing. She is pleased to survey her work. Then she spins around to launch a high kick flattens Brie’s left boob. And a second kick mashes Larson’s right boob.
“Honey, you’re a mess. I told you that you were no match for me,” she chortles.
Brie is glassy-eyed and mostly out-of-it. Kaley drags Brie out of the corner on her knees. She forces Larson’s face into her dominant abs.
“These, my little bitch, these are marvelous abs--yours are—okay, maybe,” Cuco mocks.
Brie’s eyes flicker. Her hands trying to push away from her captor, weaky... Kaley laughs, then drops to her knees in front of Brie. She wraps her arms around Brie’s neck and pulls her face directly in her ready boobs.
“I’m going to be gentle with you, my dear, You’re so sleepy and beat-down. Enjoy!” Cuoco mocks.
Kaley smiles, turning her shoulders slowly from side to side until she feels all resistance fade. She stands, leaving Brie asleep on her knees, thoroughly jugged-out.
Waving to her fans, Kaley stands, chest out, patting her abs as she pronounces, “I’m just so much more marvelous.”
