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28 February 2024 Bethany Lily April vs Nabilla Benattia

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OFFICIAL FCBA "25TH ANNIVERSARY" PPV

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 February 2024 at 6:59 pm

Tale of the Tape (JMDD):

Bethany Lily April (15-2-0, 15 KO)
5'5, 27 years old, 32H
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Nabilla Benattia (8-8-0, 8 KO)
5'9, 32 years old, 36D
Free Agent

(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMDD contest… “

"AND NOW! Making her 18th appearance in the ring. Please welcome the Essex, England native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 130 pounds, BETHANNNNYY LILLLYYY APPPPPRIL!!"

Outfits:
Bethany was meticulously poured into a microscopic string bikini that clung to her heavy, sloshing chest with admirable effort; struggling to keep her contained as she bounced down the ramp. The thin-banded bandeau top did little to contain her massive, overflowing H-cups; her heaving orbs swelling as though they were fastened with a belt. Her wide, voluptuous hips devoured her string thong bottoms, the biting floss disappearing between her plump cheeks and bronzed folds of flesh as she slid lewdly into the ring. The dirty-blonde, England-native’s locks were tied back in a tightly braided pony tail; extending just past her shoulders.

Eyes quickly shifted in the opposite direction as the busty French model made a tantalizing entrance herself. Clad in a flimsy, black slingshot monokini, Benattia was already bursting out before she hit the runway; suggestively prancing down the aisle to her blaring French anthem playing overhead. Nabilla rolled through the ropes on April’s half of the ring; elevator-eyeing the buxom blonde before brushing past her with a dismissive shove back into her corner. April didn’t take the bait, simply reminding Nabilla what happened the last time they met; a fifth round knockout in 2022 that favored the Brit.

Round 1:
April was the lone blue-chip add in the CWF’s latest Brit expansion; an impressive 15-2 largely as a Free Agent across both the BBU and FCBA. The blonde hadn’t lost since 2021; downing Katic-Upton-McKinney in what would be considered a career year by many fighters. Benattia to her credit showed no fear of the decorated blonde; feeling entitled to a victory after flooring the Brit once and coming up just short in their 2022 scuffle. Nabilla threw the first twenty punches of the opener; swinging wildly for the fences as April sought a purposeful retreat. Left over the shoulder, right past the ear, one-two-three just whizzing short of her nose and forehead; Bethany matched the brunette’s approach and artfully shimmied out of the way of everything she gave.

Benattia shrieked and stamped her heel in frustration as April flashed a wry smirk; taunting the model for her inability to land even a simple jab. Nabilla strode forward and looped a reckless, sweeping right that the blonde effortlessly ole’d; ducking and crunching a bone-shattering hook into her ribs from below-deck. Benattia squelched as she immediately lawn-chaired at the hip; pinching sideways as she held her pulsing ribs. Suddenly the towering brunette was lifted back to her tippy toes; uppercut to the chin, slobber-knocking one-two to the lips, ferocious left piston that pancaked her tits.

Nabilla scurried back and into the ropes as her chest concaved; wheezing as she massaged her right orb with her jaw hanging to the floor. April wasn’t done, pawing out with a left to cover her approach before snaking a flirty right jab through to Benattia’s eye-socket, sprawling her over the top rope. Bethany curled a wicked left-right into both sides of the brunette’s sternum; sloshing her rack before detonating a hip-to-shoulder uppercut against the underside of her heavy bust. Benattia vented a string of curses as she shoved off from April; grimacing as she dragged along the outskirts for the last forty seconds refusing to engage. April looked to be in total control, 10-8.

Round 2/3:
Despite some attempts from her corner to rein her in, April’s mouth wouldn’t stop running as the two got off the stools in the second; assaulting Benattia with a string of verbal venom that had the Frenchwoman seething. Already flustered by the humiliating string of whiffs in the first, Nabilla finally snapped; rushing April like a bull and shouldering her into the corner. Perhaps accidentally toeing the line between fair and foul without crossing, Benattia mauled the mortified blonde; tearing through her upper half with bitter, ranged lashes.

April pedaled her feet blindly as Nabilla tucked a palm against her chin and cranked her head straight back; face-washing the blonde to straighten her midsection and fully expose the underside of her pillowy rack. With Lily arrested, Benattia went to the riding crop; pouring savage, thumping rights into her tits. April’s taut midsection twisted and pant between fleshy CLAPS of leather; a scything hook piercing Lily’s sideboob, a brutal screwdriver slinging her left orb free, three consecutive full-bodied straights spiking through her slender sternum. April squealed as she was helplessly stapled by the neck to the top rope and gutted from clavicles to navel. Opting in favor of vengeance over continued damage, Nabilla pulled her boot off April’s neck and palmed the Brit’s freed, tear-dropping rack; torturing the shrill blonde before the official dove in to issue a warning.

April carried her embarrassment through the break, her flushed cheeks barely fading as Benattia continued to bully the shorter blonde into the third. Unable to find a range comfortable enough to respond, Bethany was at the mercy of the Frenchwoman’s virulence; battered and groped all across the ring for another exhausting three minutes. Benattia has arrived with a VENGEANCE, dominating April 10-8 and 10-9 to claim the lead.

Round 4:
Round four was more of the same; the shorter blonde being relentlessly bullied by the sweltering brunette as the two walked in tandem across the ring. A blinding pinwheel of lefts and rights rattled home as April backpedaled into the spider web of the ropes; slouching as her spine grate against rubber, all the while her crumbling guard being mercilessly probed for cracks. A fleshy BANG erupted as Benattia bent and sliced a hook through the blonde’s flexing abdomen; then a visceral jab-cross that pancaked her tear-dropping rack. April throatily squelched as her knees buckled inward, thighs pinching shut before a coiled right unwound and speared her heart.

The Brit’s mouth dropped to the floor as one of her orbs was rocked and spilled free of her bandeau top; wailing as Nabilla palmed her chest with both devilish hands and forced her upright against the ropes. The rosy-cheeked blonde teetered sideways, chopping down on Benattia’s forearms to break her groping hold; only just as she did, Nabilla side-swiped her cheek with a ferocious left. April gagged as a mist of drool slung from her lips, her braided locks whipping as her mouthpiece was launched ringside. Just as her skull lulled back in place, a volcanic left uppercut ripped through her jaw; snapping her head straight back and sprawling her shoulder-blades over the top rope. Nabilla readied a burial right, but Bethany’s graceless fall saved her from another helping; puddling at the brunette’s feet in a gangly mess of limbs.

1… 2… 3… 4… Floored for the second time in two fights against Benattia, April unwound on her belly; her partially-bare chest mushrooming out from beneath her slender sternum as she slid fully sprawled. Her upturned ass jiggled with her throaty sputter, coughing as she pant to catch her breath and kept her face buried against the mat.

5… 6… 7… With the defiant encouragement of her corner, April slowly worked to all fours; whimpering before slamming the mats in frustration as Nabilla gloated from above.

“Aww, did you slip again?” Benattia hissed, patronizingly patting the floundering blonde on the top of her head before Bethany swatted her away. Up at the count of 8, April retreated to a corner in the dying embers of the round; thoroughly dominated but still standing. Benattia pulls further ahead with another 10-8 drubbing.

Round 5/6:
After a fifth in which the blonde started to regain some of her bark, it was time for the bite to follow. April pulled closer with a 10-9 effort, but MUCH more would be needed to stop Nabilla’s runaway train.

With the fifth spent regrouping, the brunette was back on her toes in the opening thirty of the sixth; chasing April down and vaulting through troubling overhand spears from miles away. April could do little else but crouch and shy away; navigating increasingly rough seas as the French model felt invulnerable launching from distance on her shorter opponent. A right-handed boulder crashed against Lily’s forearms, knocking her back half a step; her arms dropping to reveal a grimace as Benattia snuck a cheeky left through to her temple. The blonde’s bulbs fluttered and stretched wide as she was tagged, looping a wanting left-right short of Nabilla’s navel before another straight right from the brunette kissed her lips.

April sprawled into a half-split as she was encouraged by her corner to dance back center; rotating on the stalking brunette before Benattia grunt and strode through an aerial torpedo. Just as the right glanced off her shoulder, April stuffed a crunchy hook of her own into Benattia’s ribs. The brunette yelped and shouldered into Lily’s massive rack, trying to jostle her straight back; but the blonde slyly hooked an elbow to hold on and POURED one, two, three lifting lefts into her gut. Nabilla’s ass jut with each bifurcating scoop-hook; the last leaving her sagging at the Brit’s hip.

“NNNGGOOOHH” Benattia suddenly exhaled; her skull snapping sideways as April slid and spiked an overhand right across her eye-socket. Nabilla was seeing double now as both blondes closed in from either side of her field-of-vision; drunkenly wobbling like a newborn doe as April closed and TORE through her cheek with a leaping right. Benattia’s hands sloshed to her knees as she gracelessly spun into the ropes, her abdomen crunching as she lawn-chaired at the hip; paralyzed before a thundering right uppercut wired her jaw shut and crumpled her to the canvas.

1… 2… 3… Benattia awkwardly twitched and convulsed on her side as her eyes rolled into the back of her head; sprawling out on her hip before the violent jostling rolled her to her back. April straddled the brunette and drew her thumb across her neck, gloating at full-throat as the felled Frenchwoman spasmed beneath her.

4… 5… SHE’S OUT!! SHE IS DONE!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 6, BETHANYYY LILLLLYYY APPPPPRILL!!!!"