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28 February 2024 Title Ch Camille Kostek vs Briana Marie Dale

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OFFICIAL FCBA "25TH ANNIVERSARY" PPV

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 February 2024 at 6:45 pm

Briana Marie Dale vs Queen of the Ice Hotel Camille Kostek

(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)

Before: "I don't think a WHOLE lot of Brianna," Camille admits in prefight, "remember it was MY fourth fight of the day as well. Still, she just doesn't care, you know? She puts her back into haymakers, and fights with commitment - that sets her apart from most models right there. I just don't think she can get me off my feet again. She's got power, but it's not gut-busting power: I'll gobble up her best stuff and check her chin. We go shot-for-shot and I'll win every time!"

Brianna fuming, all eyes a-flashing, but more because it's a good look for her than anything else. "Camille will be beaten," Dale promises at podium. "We’re fighting fresh and she barely stood up to me last time. I hope she does go shot-for-shot with me! Gobbling up my power is the same as losing!"

R1: Brianna pushing in, getting her left shoulder into Camille's tits, digging feet into canvas...job of work for brunette to muscle blonde to ropes. Kostek contesting every inch, grunting with the effort of resisting; slugging short to body/jug - it's a combination of boxing and sumo as girls body-up. Dale eventually pushes bundle ropeside, Kostek with looping left around Brianna's head while crashing rights in above tattooed left hip, not particularly caring if she fouls, reverses the action puts brunette into the ropes. Dale undaunted, shoving away hup-hup right/lefts to Kostek's belligerent gut...huffing, puffing action already as contenders grind on each other but can't get impose wills. Bell: Brianna cackling up at Camille; blonde already hot-cheeked, scowling, both already sporting a sweat sheen and we’re only three minutes in.

R2: Brianna swiftly at Camille: bobbing, issuing stubby jabs, rushing in to tackle blonde about her hips, stampeding her to ropes. Kostek grimacing, pushing on shoulders, trying to slug, but she's in Dale's office early. Brianna fighting off Camille's chest like a little champ - batting vigorous right/lefts to paunch; romping up top with wide, clobbering wallops; pushing and mauling to keep the Queen pinned down. Kostek's not coming forward/imposing will, she's out of her element, Dale able to shove-and-slug for points - munching on the odd short uppercut to face, or broad forearm clapped across upper-back, fighting through these blows to take control of this round.

R3: Camille stepping into the jab midring; getting palms on Brianna's shoulders to push her back; walking her down. Dale bobbing like a little maniac, trying to straighten up into whistling Frazier-esque hooks from the crossed-arm look, but Kostek too bossy, pushing brunette around the ring/into ropes, systematically slamming away. Down the stretch, thudding left to belly shakes Brianna up...she bunches forward, hugging her tummy while butt edges into ropes; Camille crowds-close claps a beefy right forearm across the back, then picks challenger up with a rolling right European uppercut, connecting with bicep under the chin to flip Dale back into ropes. Brianna slobberknocked, head lolling: Camille grinning as she measures with extended left, then leans into a drifting right, bashing brunette's chin hard to starboard at the bell.

R4: Camille starts stepping in to keep up the poke - bouncing the left hand off Brianna's brow. Dale out of range, but hanging in there...midway through, she eats a jab, lunges forward, whirls a hook off her hip and BLOWS KOSTEK TO HER BACK! Crowd on it's feet as Camille crashes down...she's lying there chest heaving as she breaks into snivelling tears, but BEATS THE COUNT! Brianna wades in after 8: ragdoll pressing Kostek into ropes and slopping on fresh hurt. Dale's rounded shoulders churning, sturdy back, ringing buttocks all working hard as Cali girl sets a measured pace, beating Camille sleepy with sledgehammer slop to bell.,

R5: Camille gets the jab on Brianna early; gets the palms on shoulders, shunting her aside, blonde finally able to maintain position midring, pushing Dale around her. Brianna continues to drive in, but Camille's heavy jab starting to bash skull/shoulders to some effect, can't get the Queen moving backwards. Instead, Kostek able to step incrementally forward...still a job of work to push Dale off, jab her, drop a right hand down on her, but she's getting it done. Brianna less effective when she can't come forward...she's avoiding those sweeping uppercuts that hurt her so badly, but she's getting bossed around as Camille regains her footing in the 5th, evens things on the cards even with the knockdown.

R6: Brianna bobbing, scooting in to wrap the waist, stocky legs driving Camille's buns back into ropes. Dale happiest when she's slopping about in the muck - her face and head constantly bullying Kostek's jugs; hands pushing at ribs, hips or biceps; fists beating all things blonde at random. Camille with a cramped, exasperated expression - no one punch is hurting her badly, but it's the constant press and activity of Brianna that's getting under her skin. Kostek laying back into ropes, smashing rude forearms across Dale's upperback when challenger's driving-in with shoulder downstairs, but unable to get weight forward, unable to get out from under. Brianna on Camille bell to bell, brunette pushing off, shouting "HAH!" as the ref's coming in, Kostek whining: "whatever she's doing...HOLDING! Stop her!"

R7: Brianna right back where she finished the last round, Camille looking frazzled, psychologically weary. Dale all a-jiggle, putting left shoulder into Kostek's tummy, then reaching down to pull her knees forward, sitting her into ropes! Camille whining in protest, but then Brianna's bashing away head-and-shoulders, prompting blonde to tie up. On and on - Dale climbing into Kostek's bikini bottoms and wriggling away, controlling taller girl's center of gravity. Brianna punching aggressively hips-and-tummy - rarely able to get an unobstructed wallop onto Camille's head as Queen's brawny arms are usually in the way. Kostek tying up around Dale's head; pushing brunette's shoulders; wallowing in the muck with Brianna. Ugly-sloppy round suits Dale just fine as she cackles hot in Kostek's face at bell. "She's frustrated," Brianna reports to her trainer during break, eyes all a-sparkle at the thought.

R8: Girls crowd close: Camille greets Brianna a shrugging left uppercut short to chin. Dale hooks Kostek's jaw in tight, takes a swatting hook in return. Girls leaning forward, crowns a-butting; hands in tight to chests, punches coming in short, curling clumps. Crowd already roaring as Camille plows right uppercut to Brianna's thick jugs: brunette chugging back hup-hup barrage to back the Queen up. Kostek chops short right cross from raised guard, turning Dale's chin: challenger walks-through, pounds the waistline right/left/right with her face pushing against Camille's guard. Kostek leans back, weight on right leg as she fits a snug left uppercut to chin - then she's leaning in mouth-on-shoulder, trading rights and lefts to gut. Brutal, astounding warfare - both girls learn it's a mistake to pull out as the other invariably lunges in and scores with sweeping hooks to maintain pressure. Non-stop back and forth - crowd whipped to frenzy as both girls unleash tight-punching havoc from close range.

R9: Brianna still hot to engage, walking brazen to midring...Camille flings the jab over her's left shoulder, then drives into the world's shortest right hand to chin as girls fall together. BLASTING shot jolts Dale to her toes, she goes limp against Kostek's torso, then stumbles past her as blonde's sidestepping - BRIANNA GOES DOWN! Dale tumbling face-down near ropes...struggling up only to pitch face-first into ropes, then reel sideways to fall onto her right hip in her own corner. BRianna reaching behind her into corner ropes, trying pull herself up...she drops back down onto her buns all frazzled and hurt and that's it! KO9 in spectacular fashion for the winner and STILL Queen of the Ice Hotel, Camille Kostek!

After: Camille’s back is turned acknowledging the ovation, Brianna slips through the ropes and stalks out of the ballroom, her glare parting the onlookers like a tuxedoed Red Sea. Turning around to see her prey escaping, the Queen dashes after her, both barely-clad beauties exit the ballroom, and the crush of followers at the door leaves them out of sight and hearing for a few critical moments.

The camera crew makes it into the lobby first, but the boom-mike is still fighting its way through the press. All it can do is drink in the sight of the rivals arguing animatedly. Both bodies are beaten pink with punishment, and the bikinis that were snug beforehand are now soaked with nine hard-working rounds of perspiration and have molded themselves to the ravishing forms beneath them, leaving little to the imagination.

The content of their heated argument is forever lost to history as the mic finally gets in range just in time to catch all of the resounding slap delivered by Brianna’s still-taped hand. Camille brings her hand to her cheek, before charging forward, lacing her fingers into Dale’s sweaty sweat-darkened locks, with a keening “B!tc#!” Locked together, they spin into the revolving door.

The frosted glass portals disgorge the battlers into the courtyard, scrabbling for control. Nearing the snow bank, Brianna tries to sweep Camille’s legs from under her; but she anticipates the takedown. She tries a hip-toss of her own, but the two are entangled too tightly to avoid tumbling together into the powdery drift. Curvy beauties thrash wildly, trading the dominant position as their hands vainly seek purchase on flesh, fur, hair or snow. Things finally resolve with both fighters on their sides, hands laced behind each other‘s head, trying to pull the other’s face into her breast smother. Intertwined legs flailing tiredly, but it’s obvious exhaustion and the cold are taking their toll and it becomes obvious that neither is going to be overcoming the other before its time for the next title fight!