...but then she'll flip that shit around on you and the next thing you know, she's kneeling on you. And just in case you still weren't sure who's boss...
This was a full-on tussle. I would've jumped in and helped Grant out, but to be honest, I was too entertained by the fact that if Grant lost this particular "wrestling match," he'd have to make out with Jake.
Added bonus (of embarrassment)! Here's a 30-second video-clip of Grant getting picked up and fucking body-slammed!! I kid you not. After dropping him like a two-foot putt, Maxine twists him like a pretzel until she finally gets him in a scissor-hold leg lock which cause Grant to do a submission tap-out right at the end of the clip (that's right, listen carefully and you can actually hear him wheezing and banging his little hand against the mat).
After dominating the first few rounds, Grant conceded that Maxine both better training and, um, more reluctantly, bigger muscles. He asked if she had any pointers to improve his technique. Maxine explained that Grant flailed his limbs too much and that if he stayed compact and curled up, like a shrimp, she'd have a harder time bending him into pretzelly, little shapes. Right before this pic was snapped, we heard Grant yell from underneath Maxine "Be...like...*grunt*...*gasp*...SHRIMP!"
This is my favorite picture. I think that expression he's wearing is what you'd call "genuine panic." (Which you'd be wearing too if a giant, well-trainer wrestler was putting you in a "small package.")
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