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Before: Blake’s reputation as an O&E punching bag is not completely deserved, Lima’s the only one who can be truly said to dominate her, but she has been on their list of go-to-girls when one of their big girls needs a win for their decade. “I’m the best beach fighter Fates has, and I’m going to prove it! This coffee girl is just a warmup for Emily & Kate, and then we’re going for the belts!”
Brianna not having any of it: “Nobody believes I belong at this level. Well, they all keep finding out the hard way that I’m right where I belong!”
Ringposts-in-sand setup. Brianna entering in a sheer black bikini with a Power Girl scooped top, black gloves, hair loose and cascading over back and breasts. Blake in red one-piece with cutouts on the flanks, red gloves, hair loose and flowing over back and breasts. Both fighters barefoot in the sand.
R1: Blake: elbows in, dukes up, chin tucked; Brianna lunging in behind her jab - slopping the right hand to blonde's waist, then driving her ropeside. Dale’s head pushing against Lively's left shoulder; left hand riding behind back; right hand slamming thick to paunch until ref's break. That's the pattern, Brianna rushes driving Blake ropeside, disorganizing her guard while punishing her body. Lively contesting this agenda by laying her left forearm in against collar-bone/upside head, pushing on Dale, punching-with. Blake fitting right hands in behind left elbow, or clubbing her ear on occasion - but Brianna well in control through the first three minutes.
R2: Blake stepping in a hammer-drop jab, knocking at Brianna's face, punching brunette out of her stance, walking her down. Hook from Lively: elbow up and out to the side as she turns it over palm-down - a little robotic, but clouting Dale heavily to jaw. Blake continuing to release right hands: Brianna calmly slipping left, dragging furrows in the sand, making blonde miss over her left shoulder, hooking behind right elbow in transit. Blake the busier, forward-moving girl: Brianna clearly unruffled despite dropping the round.
R3: Blake drifting Brianna an early right cross: brunette jerked a quarter turn to her right, baby-stepping in wonder; blonde all bared teeth/seething eyes. Lively pounding right hands against Dale's guard, driving her ropeside: blonde girl momentarily overwhelming her brunette withenergetic hooks and crosses. Brianna eventually ducking under/tying up Blake's waist for ref's break: brunette electing to roam away, letting older blonde spend juice in pursuit. Lively frisky, running Dale down and punching at her hard: brunette ducking/slipping/clinching for ref's breaks - just slowing the pace/minimizing Blake's chances. Round to Lively: Dale once again unflappable, just pacing herself.
R4: Booming left hook to Blake’s chin in the opening moments as the ladies meet in midring results in a gorgeous head-swivel – it’s HER turn to stumble away hurt. Lively’s woozy, destitute, somehow manages to keep her feet, but she’s powerless to stop Dale from pushing her back into her own corner. Much of the round is spent with Blake’s back against the turnbuckle and Brianna laying siege – glorious work being done to the body by the brunette as she carves at midsection with left and right hooks, blonde’s absolutely sick about it, eyes shut and sniveling as she’s being treated like a heavy bag. Dale stacks Blake up whenever she starts to droop forward and punches away her guard to savage Lively’s rack with rising lefts and rights just because she can. Blake starts to fight back in the dying moments, landing jabs to the face with vigor and forcing Brianna to back off – it’s all she can do to prevent a complete rout.
R5: Sloppy, close quarters stuff – the pace of the fight and the amount of punishment being dished out seems to be taking its toll. Majority of the round is spent with one against the ropes until she can wrestle the other and reverse their positions. Lots of clinching, lots of holding and hitting as both fighter’s blows tend to be to the body, though neither can resist a rising punch to the tits or a quick, short uppercut to the chin when she can manage it. Grueling trading of punches sees Brianna in control at the onset, winning the exchanges with her dominating left hook, but she’s taking a shellacking. Blake leaning back in the ropes, then unleashes a gorgeous right cross to the chin that unhinges the brunette and sends her stumbling back onto open sand. Dale tries to cover up but she’s badly buzzed, groaning as Lively is repeatedly able to bash her head sideways with a left hook or rock it back with a short compact right. Brianna finds her second wind as she meets Blake in midring – blonde cringes as she takes another left hook to the liver while her own right hand misses over top. Dale doubles up the left hook, pounding it against the side of Lively’s head and sending her stumbling back. Brianna hounds Blake around the perimeter of the ring, mostly throwing more left hooks to the blonde’s head or right crosses to the chin or stomach, brunette either no longer cares if she punches herself out, or her form has degraded to the point where finesse is no longer an option. Lively’s getting tagged repeatedly, stepping into fence-holes as she’s staggered more than once, but she’s keeping her legs and punching back, both Cali girls still standing at the bell, and that’s what matters..
R6: Battered beauties reeling up off stools, stumbling out half-asleep... anything they once knew about boxing all but forgotten in the haze. Brianna steps into Blake righty - tossing her head to the side, jerking her a quarter turn to the right, Lively stumbling away all eyes closed lips parted in wonder. Dale wades in, takes a right in return: her turn to stumble away in gobsmacked confusion. Girls fall into desperate embraces - tumble into ropes: they roll one atop the other, pushing/pulling/shoulder/headbutting/elbowing for punching room. Brianna buckles Blake's knee with a hold-and-hit right uppercut, blonde secures left-arm wrap, plowing right hand so deep to Dale gut that brunette throws her arms around the veteran's head and sobs into her shoulder. Back and forth - sputtering vixens batter each other senseless until a torrid right cross two minutes in turns Brianna around, drops her to her knees, with her arms propped on ropes, battered face staring into crowd. Busted up Blake looming above and behind - seething: "GET UP!" as ref's pushing her back: Dale pulls herself up ropes for swaying 8. ON COMES BLAKE! Lively wading in, kissing a glorious right to chin: Dale's head swivels loose to the right/lolls back forward all eyelashes fluttering. Blake on Brianna - hands inside the shoulders, pushing her upright: one hand braces shoulder while the other drifts across face - stacking Dale up and BLASTING her. Blake mindless, crying as she pushes and pounds, Brianna out on her feet, eyes closed, lips pursed in swoon as she sags against ropes, taking, taking, taking until THE REF STEPS IN!
TKO6 as Blake grinds out her 10th beach win the hard way!
After: Blake not backing off, wrapping Brianna up into her JMDD-capable chest, forcing the bundle into the corner, banging the back of the brunette’s head off the turnbuckle. Grabbing onto the ropes with her gloved hands, Lively begins to bounce forward and back, bouncing Dale’s skull back-and-forth while maximizing the humiliation. Motioning over a microphone, she bellows out over Brianna’s moans and cries:
“Are you going to quit ducking me KATE? You know this is where you’ll end up after I strip your crown off of you!” Having had her say, Blake steps back, grabs the back of Brianna’s hair and tosses her forward onto the sand, before posing with her foot placed on Dale’s ample backside.
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