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26 April 2024 Bethany Lily April vs Brianna Marie Dale

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OFFICIAL FCBA "APRIL ARMAGEDDON" PPV

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 26 April 2024 at 6:21 pm

Tale of the Tape (JMDD):

Bethany Lily April (16-2-0, 16 KO)
5'5, 28 years old, 32H
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Brianna Marie Dale (10-10-0, 10 KO)
5'5, 28 years old, 36DD
Odds & Ends Fight Studio

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMDD contest… “

"AND NOW! Making her 19th appearance in the ring. Please welcome the Essex, England native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 130 pounds, BETHANNNNYY LILLLYYY APPPPPRIL!!"

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 England native’s pale blue eyes gleamed through heavy, smoky eye shadow; her dirty-blonde locks tied back in a tightly braided pony tail that extended just past her shoulder-blades.

Dale was the perfect foil, the perfect antithesis to April’s porcelain frame. The tatted brunette matched the blonde’s killer curves with ease; all in the same diminutive Welterweight package. Her bronzed skin was carefully covered in just a few square inches of fabric; a matte black, micro bikini top that clung to her bust and matching string thong.

With the official calling the two together for some last minute instruction before the bell, the audience was blessed with stare-down nirvana. Dale seemingly had the blonde’s pre-fight comments burned into her retinas; staring daggers through April as their enormous, scantly-clad busts met. Bethany’s smirk was answered with an expressionless scowl from Dale; their H and DD-cups mushrooming as they leaned in almost nose-to-nose. April was first to ‘blink’; scoffing with an accompanying exhale as she started to back away. Brianna took exception to the bitchy eye-roll; barking as she planted both palms on the blonde’s rack and slung her across the ring with a chesty two-handed shove.

“Always a bridesmaid, never a bride…” April had infamously quoted in reference to Dale’s career accomplishments thus far. Brianna had already seen incredible success before the age of 30, earning her way to Ice Hotel, JMDD and Beach Championship opportunities, but narrowly falling to some legendary fighters. While most would view her involvement in such bouts as a tremendous accomplishment in and of itself, Bethany couldn’t help but jab when a reporter mentioned how much higher Dale was ranked than April.

Round 1/2:
Dale evidently was saving her pent-up aggression for the opening bell; running down April in just the first twenty seconds and rattling a left-right-left off her bony forearms. The Brit gruffly barked as a sinking hook slithered through and POUNDED her massive chest, rocking her bust and driving her to her heels. Wincing and opening up, Bethany coiled a left and twisted through; coming up short as Dale followed her miss and chugged one, two, THREE bouncing uppercuts off the blonde’s rack. April scowled and slunk away with a whimper, holding her mushrooming bust with a makeshift armbra as Dale sneered from afar with hands still raised. Brianna had her blinders on and her gaze transfixed on the blonde’s bouncy H-cups; ducking two slicing overhands from the Brit and pouring another flurry into her porcelain chest. Hook to the left breast, uppercut to the right; April gagged as Dale mixed in a teeth-rattling jab before piercing her heart with a bladed straight-right. April wobbled into the ropes as the ‘10-second’ call rapped against the apron; hook-jab-jab-cross battering her hands as her upper half desperately twisted and bucked. Dale continued well after the bell; drumming a handful of unhinged overhand rights into the blonde’s partially-shielded temple before the official could pry her off.

After Dale made her presence felt with a 10-8 opener, it was April’s turn to take the reins. Still working from her heels due to Dale’s eagerness to hunt, it wasn’t until Bethany landed a bitter jab-hook to the brunette’s chin that Brianna tapped the brakes on her pursuit. Suddenly Dale was floundering as April waltzed into a balletic left-right-left that zippered up the brunette’s side; chunking off her hip, slicing through her ribs, and finally sinking into her vulnerable sideboob to crunch her over at the waist. Dale grit her teeth and cocked a left at her shoulder; attempting to launch through the pain just as Bethany slid an uppercut into the bottom of her jaw. Dale’s skull bobbled on her shoulders as now she was drifting to her heels; wading away to the ropes and stalling out the last thirty seconds on unsteady feet. April answers with just as commanding an effort, leveling the fight with a 10-8 second.

Round 3/4:
Dale didn’t go toe-to-toe with Upton, Lively, Kostek and others without an ability to adapt, but after taking a somewhat subdued third by a score of 10-9, Brianna found herself in some trouble.

April wasn’t quite a household name, but the Brit could combo-craft. Feign low, strike high; Dale lowered her hands to swat at another hip-check from April, only to be kissed on the lips by a bitter sidewinding right. The Cali-native blubbered as she bared her bloody mouthpiece; biting down on her gum-shield as Bethany rapped another venomous jab-cross off her lips. Dale swiped a bear-claw across the blonde’s chest, doing little more than jiggling her bust before April boisterously replied with a REAL rack-attack. Dale was in between steps as the blonde burst forward, lacing a one-two across her tits and slinging an orb free. Gut-check to the navel, uppercut-hook to the curve of her ribs, THUMPING left-right-right to her bouncing orbs. Dale’s heart skipped a beat as she drunkenly fell into the corner in the last thirty; pinching her elbows together to block an overhand aimed at her cheek before a merciless crooked-left pancaked her freed tits from the side. The brunette wailed as she bowed against the ropes, her knees buckling inward as April flurried in the last few seconds of the round; spiking rights up and down her abdomen until she was hauled off by the referee. April DOMINATES, vaulting in front for the first time tonight with a 10-8 masterpiece.

Round 5:
There were virtually zero Welters who April could look down upon, but the hunched and sluggish Dale was one of them at the moment. Brianna had taken it on the chin in two of the last three rounds, looking increasingly ragged as the pair skipped yet another pre-round glove tap. April probed and tested with sharp jabs; batting glove-to-glove to see what sort of reaction Dale could muster. Looking to toy with her prey, Bethany extended a palm to grope and guide the brunette; pawing at Brianna’s rack and shoving her along the outskirts as though she had her on a leash. Dale swatted at Bethany’s glove, frustratedly huffing as April’s smug grin grew wider. Feeling the post at her back, Dale finally snapped; roughly chopping down on April’s wrist and coming over the top with a WICKED right.

“NNGGGOOHHHLL” April mewled, her head snapping straight back as Brianna detonated a blinding overhand against her flushed cheek. The blonde’s bulbs stretched wide as she sprawled into a half-split, arms suddenly hanging around her hips as the brunette found the front foot. A left looped into April’s ribs, a bony CRUNCH echoing before a shrill squeal from the blonde overtook it; Dale scything one-two-three punishing hooks into her tightly belted rack. April’s midsection concaved and folded forward as Dale hammered her bust; gagging as the brunette slid to the side and PISTONED a rising uppercut into the center of her swelling sternum. Bethany’s thighs quaked as her chest was FLATTENED, spilling out the top of her sagging bandeau top as she turned her back to Dale and slunk to the safety of the ropes. Just as Brianna kicked into gear to chase, the bell sounded; cut off by the official before she could run the blonde down. Dale fires back in this lubricious, seesaw affair; stealing the lead once again with a 10-8 fifth.

Round 6:
Both fighters were struggling to keep their failing tops intact after a handful of wardrobe malfunctions; a product of both their skimpy selections and the cattiness of the fight thus far. Dale found the wind to run her mouth for the first time in a while, barking at April through the intermission as the Brit somberly listened to instruction from her corner. Coming out for the second half of the fight, the pair seemed to come together in agreement for the very first time as they twisted up in a mutual, busty clinch center-ring.

Dale was the first to wiggle an arm free, pulling back and scooping a hunk of flesh from the blonde’s taut midsection with a gutting hook to the navel. April’s tippy toes lifted off the canvas as her thonged ass jut into the air, gagging as she hung from Brianna’s tightening grip. Dale squirmed and repositioned, THUMPING another right hand off the blonde’s teardropping bust from her side-clinch. April was hanging low now, still fidgeting with the brunette’s oppressive handcuffs before finally slithering free and RIPPING a left off Brianna’s ribs. Dale snapped over at the hip as her abdomen was skewered; wailing before one, two, THREE more hooks came through. Brianna breathlessly wheezed as Bethany snaked her left arm beneath her armpit and came over her shoulder, hooking her chin and blinding Dale as their twisted frames backed into the corner. Dale’s upper half swelled with rapid pants, her belly spasming as Bethany meticulously glued her to the corner and freed herself from the brunette’s tangled limbs. Dale sagged against the post as April slipped her right half free; rearing back and SPIKING a venomous side-hook into Brianna’s heavy rack. The brunette’s frame buckled as she let out a guttural grunt, her thighs buckling inward as her massive double-Ds were pancaked to her sternum. April coiled her torso and POUNDED another barbaric right into the brunette’s tear-dropping rack; Dale hoarsely mewling as she sulked lower, then lower still as a third ruthless hammer pierced her bust. Dale’s bound frame shook with aftershocks and spasms as April sunk shiv after shiv into her mushrooming tits; mercilessly hammering away until the brunette dissolved from her grip and puddled at her feet.

1… 2… 3… 4… Brianna spiked to her knees and floundered to all fours with a breathless gag; her belly violently spasming with abbreviated pants as both arms rushed to comfort her pulsing bust. The brunette throatily wailed as she laid out on her belly, burying her face against the canvas as she sucked wind.

5… 6… 7… April threw her hands into the air and let out a primal screech, looking bedraggled herself as her sheer white top barely clung to her heaving rack. Dale could muster little more than to shake her head in breathless protest as April planted a heel on her hip and rolled her over to her ass; still swaddling her chest as she sprawled to her backside.

8… 9… 10!! SHE IS DONE!

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

Post Fight:
Dale knew there was no weaseling out of her punishment after the bad blood that had accrued thus far; softly whimpering as April stood over her and methodically slipped out of her gloves. The victorious Brit savored the moment, drinking in the brunette’s soft coos for mercy as she sensually arched her sweat-drenched frame and re-tied her disheveled blonde locks into a neat pony tail.

“Kneel.” Bethany sternly commanded, bunching the brunette’s loose, sweat-soaked locks in her palm and helping to guide Dale to her knees.

The doe-eyed Dale whimpered as she heeled at April’s hip, squirming before the blonde roughly cradled the back of her neck and dropped to her knees. Before Dale could blink, the blonde twisted herself around the brunette like an anaconda, sliding into her lap and thrusting Brianna’s flushed features between her overflowing orbs. Dale twisted and shrieked as April hugged the back of her skull, crushing and devouring her entire face with flesh. Brianna squirmed on her knees for a few agonizing seconds before tipping straight back; April messily spilling on top of her and burying her deeper still. Dale’s heavy, sloshing orbs mushroomed out from their intertwined abdomens, shaking with desperate spasms as Bethany made sure to snake her free hand behind the brunette’s back and undo the drawstring of her bikini top. Dale’s heels skid and pedaled against the mat for a few more frenzied seconds, finally kicking out from underneath her and sliding lewdly spread-eagle. April kept her smothering constrictor cinched for a few more seconds before the brunette’s pleading hands fell away; spasming with convulsions beneath the Brit’s weight before she finally peeled off and left the twitching Dale to be swept up by her corner.