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Before: Plenty of pushin' and poutin' in prefight - girls aggressive, uncompromising with one another. "Leave aside she's too short," Ivana huffs at podium, "she's not pretty enough to be fighting me. It hurts my brand to be paired with her! That's what I hate...that she's so far beneath me in quality, yet I'm forced to compete with her - as though she were any competition for me at all!"
Brianna rolling her eyes, taking the podium in a hot fury. "This is the crap girls pull all the time, constantly saying that I wasn't up to snuff and that I should be pushed to the margins...well I'm tuff, and I don't care how big she is! And as for her prettiness...SHE LOOKS LIKE A HORSE! Why the long face, ‘Vana? Huh?" That's too much for Ivana..she's out of her chair, charging the podium, bringing officials in hot as scrappy brunettes wriggle in the arms of waiting security, tanks and trainers putting both curvy girls assets on display.
Ringpost-in-sand setup, Ivana enters first in a black triangle-cut bikini, matching thong bottoms and gloves, hair loose&straight down her back. Brianna in a triangle-cut bikini; right breast red/left breast green, white thong bottoms, white gloves, hair loose and wild over back&breasts. Both fighters barefoot in the sand
R1: Brianna sends a message early, landing a crashing lead right hand over Ivana’s guard in the opening seconds to put her wobbly butt right off. Hurt Knoll reaches to clinch, but Dale steps back, rips up to bounce her fists off Croatian's straining ribcage, Ivana falters back in confusion. Brianna bodies up to back Knoll length of the ring, then squares up at the ropes to issue a methodical beatdown. Dale mouth-on-shoulder with Ivana, jamming gloves to the belly, wedging them into the breasts, clocking chin with clubbing shots inside. Big opener for Brianna, Knoll looking like she's been ridden hard, put away wet.
R2; Girls spend a moment positioning, then hunker in shoulder to shoulder to trade some serious spank at close range, both getting off with snapping 3 punch bursts, licking at body and breasts, both keeping that right hand at the cheek, using the left shoulder to buck and nudge with. All even to the final minute when Ivana suddenly pulls Brianna forward by grabbing the back of her head, yoinking the American roughly off balance. Knoll pivoting into the right uppercut to the chin, staggering Dale once again. Brianna wobbly butt, reaching around Ivana’s neck to clinch and HAMMERS rack&ribcage, shunting her hips back for extra oomph and leaving her breathless. Sensational body work to the bell as Dale groans, helpless to prevent the pounding, Knoll sends younger woman hurting to her corner, Brianna’s fleshy features starting to lump up nicely.
R3: Ivana to midring first again, setting the pace with the stick - it's really humming now, spanking sharp off Brianna's face before she can weave it. Knoll noticing Dale scuffing up, getting a little woozy, starts dropping sudden, sizzling rights on the chin, Cali girl soaking up bombs, legs quivering as she covers up hurt, moving too late. Ivana patient, circling, putting withering right hands on target but down the stretch, Brianna slips the cross, swivels into a smooth left hook counter and KNOLL'S legs give a shake. Ivana looks to clinch - Brianna stepping back in good order bounces her fists off tummy&tits , Euro-babes hips recoil, face blank and boozy, arms outstretched. Dale lathering away with hooks to body, beating Knoll in a semi semi-circle to the ropes then squaring up. Brianna pretty as she works Ivana over, touching up with either elbow extended, then cuffing or swatting short lefts and rights body and head.
R4: Ivana getting her body on Brianna, constantly drapping one arm or the other around the girl's neck, jamming her ropeside, rubbing a cruel forearm against the mouth or throat in rough clinches. Dale straining against the grappling tactics of her foe, but not punching - she's wanting to get distance and Knoll's not letting it happen. Ivana scrounging for hard-to-score points, landing with cramming rights to the body, slamming short rights to the jaw and carrying through with mean elbows, constantly tying up Brianna under her arms or headlocking her. Dale burdened with Knoll's bodyweight as Croatian presses her girl into the ropes, smothering reciepts when she's not punishing her foe.
R5: Ivana rejects an early Brianna advance with a punishing straight one-two, steps right, jabs and nails another right between the eyes to back her off again. Dale looking over the defence, circling, then crouching to force her way inside. Knoll eats her up with jabs on the way in, forcing Brianna to cover up, but Dale SHOCKS Ivana a pumping right hand to the belly! Knoll mincing backward, ashen faced, Dale measures with the left on Croatian shoulder, then leans in to DRILL a splashing right overhand into the solar plexus. Ivana jackknifing to the sand, rolls to her back, legs curled in the air and SHE WON'T BEAT THE COUNT! Knoll hugging herself, rolling side to side gives it up to the body as Brianna Dale picks up the KO5!
After: Brianna shooting in on a blubbering Ivana on her stool, Cali girl wrestles the stunned vixen through the ropes, girls tumbling to the sand in a heap of struggling celebutantes. Grinnin' Dale's first to her feet, yanking Knoll up with two fist-fulls of hair, Ivana whining, struggling, chest heaving - she's got Brianna's wrists gripped, holding the hands up and away as American struggles to cuddle close. Dale laughing, enjoying herself, Knoll teeth clenched, whimpering - she's trying her hardest to deny her captor satisfaction.
Job of work for Brianna twisting and writhing her arms to free her wrists, then trying to secure chokes on Ivana. With the left arm loose about Knoll's throat, Dale punches girlish Foxy-Boxing style rights down onto head and face - whole purpose is to get Euro-girl to turn away from the blows - and into Brianna's body. Finally works, Ivana squirming around to protect herself from chokes and punches, but now she's got Brianna's heaving breasts to worry about.
Fresh spasms of resistance from Ivana as she reaches up, desperately pushing at Brianna's arms, pulling her hair - anything to push back the weight of jug. Brianna's got position and control - can take her time to wriggle her way in. Finally, inevitably, Dale gets what she wants: Knoll's face jammed in tight to cleavage in the snuggest of reverse sleepers. There's no hope for Ivana, Brianna squeezes and cinches, licking her lips and wringing her prey out. Eventually, Knoll's struggles grow quiet and she simply stands up loose in the grasp, held and supported by her tormentress. When Dale releases both hands and arms with a smile, Ivana peels back, sprawling in a gorgeous mound of jugged-out brunette, hands up above her sleeping, damp face as knees flop to one side.
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