Brie Larson is still smarting from her loss to Kaley Cuoco. Determined to avenge that defeat, she has come to the gym every day to work out and then mix it up with a sparing or grappling partner to help improve her skills. Kiernan Shipka, also a gym regular, has watched Brie’s ring workouts each day.
Today, as Brie looks around for a suitable foil, Kiernan approaches her.
“Hey Brie, I’ve been watching you lately. You’re looking good with the ladies you’ve faced so far. But they’re mostly slowing down a bit--like you. What are you, 35? Lemme have a go with you and see if you can keep up with a 25 year old. It will really improve your skills,” Shipka offers as she steps right up to Larson.
“You? Thanks for the offer, pipsqueak. You wouldn’t last 3 minutes with me,” Brie flexes as she snorts. That age comment did not go unnoticed.
Larson stands, hands on hips, looking down at this 5” shorter arrogant little girl. Her sports bra sits high. Her chiseled abs are fully on display. Kiernan, also in a sports bra, mocks Brie’s stance and walks forward. She stands up on her toes and pushes her own well-sculptured abs into Brie’s.
Brie laughs and slaps Kiernan hard across her midriff. Kiernan doesn’t miss a beat. She returns the slap. Brie frowns. It hurt—the little brat didn’t hold back. Brie pulls back an arm to strike Kiernan again, but she’s too slow. Shipka belts her in the gut. Brie grunts, knocked back a few steps.
“Okay you little sneaky bitch, I warned you. Right now! Larson growls, pointing to the ring.
“Great,” Kiernan replies, “it’ll be fun!”
They both enter the ring. They circle briefly, again with their hands on their hips, bodies close. Dismissively, Brie’s arms lash out to push Shipka off balance. Kiernan steps right back up to resume the pose. She sticks her tongue at Larson, grinning. Larson throws her arms around the shorter woman’s head and throws her to the mat. She lands on top. Shipka hook’s Bie’s leg to roll their bodies over. Kiernan slips in behind the taller woman and snakes her limbs around her-- right arm under Brie’s shoulder, her left arm hard across Larson’s face to grab Brie’s chin. Larson lifts her butt, trying to turn. Kiernan throws her right leg down between Brie’s thighs and rolls to her back with her hands tight on Larson’s mouth and neck. Brie tries to roll free, but the smaller gal grabs her hair to pull her in and trap her in waist scissors.
Brie struggles to out-fox the speedy little banshee, without much success. The fingers of Shipka’s right hand squeezes Larson’s face, holding her head in place as her scissors work to punish her captor.
“Are you enjoying this, Brie? Is the pipsqueak too tough for you? Do you see how I have you trapped high up in my thighs so you can feel my power?” Kiernan jeers as she squeezes extra hard..
Brie finally manages to slip an arm into the scissors hold to buy some relief. She shifts her weight, rising up and succeeds in partially slipping the waist lock, but Kiernan clamps down to quickly force her to her back. Brie thrashes. Losing her scissors, Shipka leaps atop Brie’s chest, thighs tight around Brie’s head.
“In a hurry to go somewhere? I was just beginning to enjoy myself,” Shipka mocks as she grinds her boney butt into Brie’s chest and pins her arms down.
Shipka inches forward to force her crotch up on her Larson’s face. Brie sputters and squawks.
“Gawd, you stink” Brie protests.
Shipka pulls her thighs up tight around Brie’s head. Holding both of Larson’s arms down with her left hand, Kiernan clamps her free hand on Brie’s nose.
“There, now you won’t need to breath me in.” Shipka laughs, “I’m just so considerate.”
Enraged, Brie bucks and twists. She brings her legs up. Fit and flexible, Brie’s feet catch the little terrorist on both sides of her head to pull her backwards. Kiernan lays on her back while on top of Larson. Shipka works to grab onto something anything Larson as Brie’s legs flail for position. Shipka fights her off. Brie remains under her foe. Her face remains dangerously close to Shipka’s crotch while Kiernan’s head has fallen dangerously close in between Brie’s legs. Kiernan is first to react. She focuses deep into her core and pulls herself up attempting to sit on Brie’s chest again.
Brie is too strong. She shifts her weigh to unseat the lighter woman. Arms and legs flail for position as they roll together. Brie fights her way on top of Kiernan. Larson sits heavily on Shipka’s belly, facing her feet. Holding down Shipka’s legs, Brie scooches back to grab a handful of the foul little woman’s head and yanks it up into her butt.
“How do you like this?” Brie spits, finally in control as she grinds and bounces her ass into Shipka’s face.
But Kiernan is flexible, too. Brie tries to hold Shipka’s knees down, but…Shipka’s legs shoot up, clamp around Brie’s waist to pull the taller woman off.
They grapple on the ground, legs entwined, they slap and kick with one then the other with the advantage. As they struggle, Kiernan jams her palm up into Brie’s head, knocking her backwards. Shipka rolls to her side behind Larson, grabs her hair and once more pulls her into painful waist scissors. Brie groans, but wraps her arms around Shipka’s head, but Kiernan grabs Brie’ face, jerks back on her hair and forces Larson to abandon her headlock. Larson thrashes her body, almost freeing herself but Shipka’s thighs clamp high around her left leg. Brie slams her right knee into Kiernan’s head. Kiernan quickly slaps Brie twice in the face and sinks her fingers into Brie’s left boob. Larson powers herself free of Shipka legs. Brie thrusts herself forward, plants her legs around her Shipka’s waist and lets her breasts fall heavily on her face.
“Don’t dare touch my jugs again, you flat-as-a board midget. But here, you can enjoy them this way,” Brie hisses.
Larson locks Kiernan’s face into her cleavage and sets her knees wide around her captive. The lighter woman is trapped, struggling to turn her head to find air to breathe. Brie settles in.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” Brie laughs.
Larson loosens her grip around Kiernan’s head just enough to allow the petite woman to gulp in air, then clamps her in again. Twice more she holds Shipka tight, then allows a gulp of air.
Feeling resistance fade, Larson lets go of Shipka’s head. Brie holds her boobs down over Kiernan’s face. She sits up, smiling as Shipka, looking more angry than miserable, gulps in air.
“Good workout, you tough little bitch. You are fast, I’ll grant you that,” Brie pronounces, running her hands through her hair.
Shipka plants her feet, pulls up her legs to knock Brie off.
Brie lands perpendicular to the smaller woman. She lunges forward to put a headlock on the little hellion and cranks it hard. Shipka lets out a howl but somehow returns the favor-- she throws her arms around Brie’s head, countering her headlock. Brie is determined to force Kiernan into submission. She adjusts her position so that her boob presses against Kiernan’s face. Shipka pumps her legs, twists her arms and her body around violently. Brie works to maintain her position. Shipka fights her way onto her knees. Brie wonders what the hell she needs to do to subdue this savage. Kiernan has one knee up off the mat, her left hand clamps around the back of Brie’s neck, fingers digging in. Larson’s grip slips. Shipka pulls her head free and straights up from the waist. She slams an elbow across Larson’s chest, headbutts hard. Kiernan grabs Brie’s hair and throws her down to the mat. Brie tries to sit up but Kiernan leaps on her to force the taller woman onto her belly. Shipka sits on her back, hammerlocks her foe’s left arm and wraps her right arm around Brie’s neck. Larson is out of steam, discouraged.
“You know you can just submit. Unless you want me to humiliate you more,” Kiernan whispers in Brie’s ear.
“You are such a little bitch,” Brie stammers out..
“I know! And I’m the little bitch that’s kicking your ass,” Shipka retorts.
Shipka forces Brie onto her back to pin her down. Kienan shimmies up to lock her thighs tight around Brie’s head. Smiling, she hops up to plant her crotch in Brie’s face as she presses Larson’s hands down. Shipka tightens her thighs around Brie’s head. She grabs her foe’s hair, shifting her weight from side to side. With a final push, Kiernan rolls to her side and extends her legs with Brie’s neck trapped between her thighs. -Tears streaming down her face, Brie quickly taps out.
“Well Brie, good lesson. Maybe you’re ready for Cuoco. Thought you’d put up more of a fight though,” Shipka jeers.
