Lorella Boccia vs Briana Marie Dale
Jan 1, 2023 18:54:10 GMT -6
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Post by oddmanout on Jan 1, 2023 18:54:10 GMT -6
Lorella Boccia
vs Brianna Marie Dale
Before: “No Euro-trash ‘fighter’ can handle me,” Brianna says with air-quotes around the word fighter, “I showed that when I kept getting up last month. I don’t quit, and these Italian b!tc#es don’t have what it takes to stop me!” IBB fighters have been fully half of Brianna’s opponents, and three of her five victims, now former JMDD champion Lorella looking to lock down her big-girl Alpha status by ending the BMD rampage. “I am a champion! It’s an insult to be in the ring with this coffee-girl, and she won’t be the only one feeling my displeasure about this!”
Ringpost in sand setup. Brianna entering first, wearing a leopard print bikini, black gloves, hair loose and cascading down over her back and breasts, barefoot in the sand. Lorella entering after her, fuming when it becomes clear she’s wearing the EXACT same outfit! Boccia storming out to midring for instructions, unleashing a string of invective at Dale, getting a “talk-to-the-hand” and exaggerated yawn from the American, that turns into a face shove when the ref asks them to touch gloves. Brianna patting her gloves on her tattooed bum as she sashays her way to her corner to start this contest!
R1: Briana’s psyche job pays off early as Lorella storms straight into a pitching contest. Dale gets the rhythm—slightly rising lefts and straight rights repeatedly beating Boccia’s clubbing lefts and rights—
Italian taking it tough on her face. Lorella stubborn, not making adjustments, just determined to outpunch Brianna, but it’s not working. Dale quick-mitted by welter standards, slugging furiously from a wide stance and she’s backing Boccia up in heartless exchanges. Lorella starts to land late, remembering to drop the hook into her girl’s liver—body shots finally dousing a little of Brianna’s flame at the bell. During the break, Boccia read the riot act—first round was pure amateur hour and she’s better than that.
R2: Lorella circumspect in the first minute, Brianna trying to step in and wallop, but can’t find the mark when Italian doesn’t want to fight. Middle minute, Boccia flat footed, bending at the waist to ease forward, calmly bobbing under punches, Dale making skidding connects across the back or wide to the shoulders, just happy to have stationary target again. Final minute, Lorella finally choosing her spots: moving right, stepping in, bobbing low under a wailing Brianna right, up underneath with a gouging hook, bobbing under a sailing left and taking her under the left tit with a digging right uppercut. Dale retreats to the ropes ashen faced, Boccia scoots in, jabs high, shoots the straight right to the body, then dips to the left to pick up chin with the left uppercut at the bell and secure the round.
R3: Lorella’s seen enough--know she can attack underneath, timing Brianna’s lusty swings and victimizing the American’s lungs with dip-and-dig lefts and rights. Boccia nice and easy over her front foot, bending in low to slip Dale’s right, straightening to evade the left. Lorella essentially flat footed, but gliding back to create room, dragging her front foot, touching Brianna the jab to keep her compliant.
R4: Brianna tucking her chin behind the left shoulder, chiseling and scraping her stick against Lorella’s face, across the top of her head, pivoting to the left with her lead foot in a bucket. Boccia bravely swinging, connecting on glancing blows, Dale refusing to create space: she wants to be in the thick of it, tearing at her girl. More body shots, Brianna getting a juicy right hand to the pit of Lorella’s stomach. Jug work, Dale rolling her shoulders, smoothing in saucy lefts and rights to Boccia’s jampacked bra, Hesitation rights on the face, Brianna stepping to spots with her jab measures, then bending in to clock face with wet spanking impact.
R5: Brianna blazing away but coming up short--she’s starting to reach. Minute mark, Lorella fades, then leans in with a punishing lead right as Dale’s weight out over her feet--satisfying pop on the jaw has American stepping fence post holes for moment. Second minute, Boccia stick and moving very prettily, tarting Brianna up, stepping to the side, then stepping in and gets that vicious hook instead! Thunderclap impact, Lorella moving gracefully into the punch, getting her hips and legs behind a short, crunching shot, Dale caught flush, head to torqued--she’s out instantly, then rolls catatonic to her back. Sensational, but nonetheless heinous KO5 Lorella Boccia!
After: Lorella dragging Brianna out of the ring by her ankles, wanting to take her time with her. Straddling Dale, who’s barely moaning as the weight Boccia bears down on her bruised body, reaching around to pull the beaten American's top off. Brianna’s barely conscious enough to know what’s happening next, but suddenly there’s a loud ROAR from the crowd and the American blinks upwards, only to see the very blurry sight of Lorella pulling her sweat-stained bikini top off of her chest, her gleaming breasts bouncing free for all to admire, but really intended for one audience and one audience alone…
Brianna only has time to let out a “F*CKDONTYA—MMMMPHHGGG!!!” as her face is fully engulfed in Lorella’s glistening orbs. Boccia uses her knees to straddle the body whilst both arms snake around the back of the neck, clamping down hard and pulling Dale’s face deeper into the depths of hell. An anaconda would be proud as Lorella constricts every part of Brianna’s body until there’s no more strength left to resist.
After a good minute or two Boccia’s satisfied when she feels Dale’s body go limp under her grasp. She relinquishes the smother and sits back up, but not before gripping the snoozing girl by the throat and planting a smooch of her own on her unconcious lips. “Happy New Year, b!tc#,” then grabbing the ties of Brianna’s bikini bottoms, slipping it free and flipping it over her shoulder, leaving IBB’s greatest nemesis laid out stark naked on the sand!
vs Brianna Marie Dale
Before: “No Euro-trash ‘fighter’ can handle me,” Brianna says with air-quotes around the word fighter, “I showed that when I kept getting up last month. I don’t quit, and these Italian b!tc#es don’t have what it takes to stop me!” IBB fighters have been fully half of Brianna’s opponents, and three of her five victims, now former JMDD champion Lorella looking to lock down her big-girl Alpha status by ending the BMD rampage. “I am a champion! It’s an insult to be in the ring with this coffee-girl, and she won’t be the only one feeling my displeasure about this!”
Ringpost in sand setup. Brianna entering first, wearing a leopard print bikini, black gloves, hair loose and cascading down over her back and breasts, barefoot in the sand. Lorella entering after her, fuming when it becomes clear she’s wearing the EXACT same outfit! Boccia storming out to midring for instructions, unleashing a string of invective at Dale, getting a “talk-to-the-hand” and exaggerated yawn from the American, that turns into a face shove when the ref asks them to touch gloves. Brianna patting her gloves on her tattooed bum as she sashays her way to her corner to start this contest!
R1: Briana’s psyche job pays off early as Lorella storms straight into a pitching contest. Dale gets the rhythm—slightly rising lefts and straight rights repeatedly beating Boccia’s clubbing lefts and rights—
Italian taking it tough on her face. Lorella stubborn, not making adjustments, just determined to outpunch Brianna, but it’s not working. Dale quick-mitted by welter standards, slugging furiously from a wide stance and she’s backing Boccia up in heartless exchanges. Lorella starts to land late, remembering to drop the hook into her girl’s liver—body shots finally dousing a little of Brianna’s flame at the bell. During the break, Boccia read the riot act—first round was pure amateur hour and she’s better than that.
R2: Lorella circumspect in the first minute, Brianna trying to step in and wallop, but can’t find the mark when Italian doesn’t want to fight. Middle minute, Boccia flat footed, bending at the waist to ease forward, calmly bobbing under punches, Dale making skidding connects across the back or wide to the shoulders, just happy to have stationary target again. Final minute, Lorella finally choosing her spots: moving right, stepping in, bobbing low under a wailing Brianna right, up underneath with a gouging hook, bobbing under a sailing left and taking her under the left tit with a digging right uppercut. Dale retreats to the ropes ashen faced, Boccia scoots in, jabs high, shoots the straight right to the body, then dips to the left to pick up chin with the left uppercut at the bell and secure the round.
R3: Lorella’s seen enough--know she can attack underneath, timing Brianna’s lusty swings and victimizing the American’s lungs with dip-and-dig lefts and rights. Boccia nice and easy over her front foot, bending in low to slip Dale’s right, straightening to evade the left. Lorella essentially flat footed, but gliding back to create room, dragging her front foot, touching Brianna the jab to keep her compliant.
R4: Brianna tucking her chin behind the left shoulder, chiseling and scraping her stick against Lorella’s face, across the top of her head, pivoting to the left with her lead foot in a bucket. Boccia bravely swinging, connecting on glancing blows, Dale refusing to create space: she wants to be in the thick of it, tearing at her girl. More body shots, Brianna getting a juicy right hand to the pit of Lorella’s stomach. Jug work, Dale rolling her shoulders, smoothing in saucy lefts and rights to Boccia’s jampacked bra, Hesitation rights on the face, Brianna stepping to spots with her jab measures, then bending in to clock face with wet spanking impact.
R5: Brianna blazing away but coming up short--she’s starting to reach. Minute mark, Lorella fades, then leans in with a punishing lead right as Dale’s weight out over her feet--satisfying pop on the jaw has American stepping fence post holes for moment. Second minute, Boccia stick and moving very prettily, tarting Brianna up, stepping to the side, then stepping in and gets that vicious hook instead! Thunderclap impact, Lorella moving gracefully into the punch, getting her hips and legs behind a short, crunching shot, Dale caught flush, head to torqued--she’s out instantly, then rolls catatonic to her back. Sensational, but nonetheless heinous KO5 Lorella Boccia!
After: Lorella dragging Brianna out of the ring by her ankles, wanting to take her time with her. Straddling Dale, who’s barely moaning as the weight Boccia bears down on her bruised body, reaching around to pull the beaten American's top off. Brianna’s barely conscious enough to know what’s happening next, but suddenly there’s a loud ROAR from the crowd and the American blinks upwards, only to see the very blurry sight of Lorella pulling her sweat-stained bikini top off of her chest, her gleaming breasts bouncing free for all to admire, but really intended for one audience and one audience alone…
Brianna only has time to let out a “F*CKDONTYA—MMMMPHHGGG!!!” as her face is fully engulfed in Lorella’s glistening orbs. Boccia uses her knees to straddle the body whilst both arms snake around the back of the neck, clamping down hard and pulling Dale’s face deeper into the depths of hell. An anaconda would be proud as Lorella constricts every part of Brianna’s body until there’s no more strength left to resist.
After a good minute or two Boccia’s satisfied when she feels Dale’s body go limp under her grasp. She relinquishes the smother and sits back up, but not before gripping the snoozing girl by the throat and planting a smooch of her own on her unconcious lips. “Happy New Year, b!tc#,” then grabbing the ties of Brianna’s bikini bottoms, slipping it free and flipping it over her shoulder, leaving IBB’s greatest nemesis laid out stark naked on the sand!
