Body Paint on the Beach: Brianna Marie Dale vs Kylie Jenner

Before: The two smallest fighters in the big-girl divisions meeting up to prove just who is the curvier, harder-hitting heir to Kaley Cuoco. Kylie with a healthy shove in Brianna's chest sets the tone early: no love lost between these two curvy little-big-girl sluggers. "I love that I'm as hot as Brianna," she says at podium, "but that I'm also talented, with actual achievements - and not just some girl who’s whole thing is looking good losing. Right there that tells you that I've got more substance, more oomph. Beating her up isn't just a goal, it's really more of a duty, and one I am going to SAVOUR!"



Brianna fuming: not loving the Jennertude. "Chicks like Kylie come strutting onto my sand all the time and they leave in tears, because they can't handle real heat. My body is pound for pound the most power-packed chassis in the welter division, and when I get sluggin' on her? Not gonna need to listen to her crap any more, that's for sure."



The white sand of Carmel beach isn’t either fighter’s regular stomping ground, but the home crowd is definitely taking the Battlin’ Barista over the heiress. Ringpost in sand setup. Kylie’s entering first, her paint a shiny pink micro with a deep v back, white gloves, hair back in a battle braid. Brianna’s paint not even pretending to be a suit. Metallic pink, red, silver and gold leaves covering the naughty bits, two bands around her right thigh, two more around her left arm, and a choker to finish it off. Red gloves, hair loos and thrown over her left shoulder, cascading down her breast. Both fighters barefoot in the sand.



R1: Bumper-car beauties collide midring: punching, rubbing, shouldering, pushing, writhing until Kylie’s painted booty hits the ropes. Brianna on top bell to bell, subjugating Jenner with non-stop, thudding assortment of lefts and rights, Kylie covered up and suffering as Brianna’s gloves plunder hips, flanks, jugs, tummy, shoulders, biceps via close-in, smothering bombardment. Dale grabbing Jenner’s braid after the bell, pulling her into a sweaty motor-boat before the ref splits them apart, Brianna bouncing back to her stool all grins, jugs-a-jumpin’



R2: Brianna engaging midring with joyous slugging--littlest big girls scoring heavily to each other’s underbelly with a swinging right--Dale’s right foot jerking up in a spray of sand as she shovels home the follow-up hook. Moments later, Jenner’s teeth bared as she scrubs lefts and rights against Brianna’s face, sidestepping right to allow room to stumble forward, Dale momentarily dazed by the buffeting. Brianna snarling, winging, chin up/chest out: Kylie starting to settle down, refusing to indulge in the amateurish swingfest, crouching down, crossing her arms and bobbing under the worst of Dale’s assault. Jenner looking to place hard, proper hooks in Brianna’s ribs and waist--she catches her perfectly at the 2 minute mark to put Dale panting on all fours for 8. Mop up barrage at the ropes, features Kylie at her bashing best: feet wide, arms crossed as she shoulder-bumps Brianna into place, then hammers away braid tossing, lips grinning. Jenner grabbing the ropes at the bell, starts bouncing their breasts together, skin-on-skin, paint smearing across both racks, shouting “WHO’S GOT TOO MUCH HEAT, HUH? WHO’S GOT TOO MUCH!” Kylie bopping back to her corner, swinging her hips, tossing her braid, grinning widely--it’s her at her happiest.



R3: More shoulder-bumping, toe-to-toe goodness--give Brianna credit for squaring up and at least attempting to deny Kylie yardage. Doesn’t work: mitt for mitt, Jenner’s grinding out the exchanges, driving Dale inch by inch to ropes, then consolidating. Brianna open-mouthed, soaking, mitts-at-temples as Kylie bumps, stacks and clubs away short-n-thick. Dale looking wan at the bell, arms numb, shoulders bruised, chest and ribs throbbing--and don’t even TALK to her about her tummy!



R4: Both girls winded as pace begins to take its toll, more deliberate in their movements, both mouthbreathing but it’s Kylie taking it to Brianna all around the ring. When they tumble to sand in beefy embraces—it’s Jenner wriggling and scrambling her way on top, getting in cheap little digs until ref can pry her off/ When they go to ropes, it’s Kylie bodying up, bullying and banging Brianna, holding and hitting. Jenner frequently warned for lifting her right inner-thigh into Dale’s body while busty babes hugging up around the shoulders; grinding sweaty, sandy tits in the clinch as they slowdance back to mid-ring. Plodding, tragic work but Brianna’s catching her second wind—driving Kylie onto ropes. Dale’s turn to push and stack Jenner upright, then draw the right hand back, thrust it home to midsection. Kylie cramping forward, as Brianna rams into breadbasket. Each fighter’s back and shoulders shiny with sweat—hair clinging to their arms and chest as they slam away. Dale working out of the wrap now—riding HER left arm across Jenner’s shoulders, slumping brunnette forward for plastering right hands belly and breasts. Kylie’s right hand loose down Brianna’s back as both fighters curvy legs shudder and shake as they give and take blows. Stack and jam, stack and jam; Dale just putting body on Jenner and paying her back for the first half of the round: it’s slow, sultry, beefy back-and-forth as neither fighter can open up the range on this round.



R5: Brianna with hair in her mouth, meeting Kylie head-on, gets a shoulder in her armpit, leaves Jenner with an arm dangling down her back. Jenner banged up toe-to-toe, her turn to be forced to ropes, bobs low and tries to shoulder Dale off her. Brianna muscling up--feet wide, shoving up on Kylie, then bashing at her hooks and club right hands: no-frills beat down has crowd bellowing in appreciation. No one punch does it--midway through, Jenner bludgeoned to hands and knees, chest heaving, mouth open: she’s clearly shellshocked. Dale strutting to the corner, long hair in sweaty tangles across her shoulders, spilling over her breasts. she’s loving the work. Final minute just juicy mop up by Brianna, Kylie covering up earmuff, trying to stoop forward but Dale smearing brunette sideways, pushing Jenner into ropes, getting weight on her, and jamming away with free right hands to hip and ribs to the bell. Kylie all achy/whiny--complaining to the ref beach-legal hold-and-hit as Brianna bounces back to her corner all juicy-jiggle.



R6: Kylie lips curled back, teeth bared, scrubbing furiously side to side to side, she’s buffeting Brianna atop her breasts, against her face and shoulders Dale scrubbed off balance, bumped-and-slugged to ropes, she crosses arms in confusion, bending at the waist and looking for openings, but Jenner famously effective with all-in brawling. Kylie slamming to Brianna’s tummy with robust, shoveling right hands to belly; thick, shrugging lefts in the breasts, Jenner deliberately picking up jugg, feeling the meaty weight of Dale and relishing it. Kylie POURING it on late and BRIANNA’S HURT! Dale sitting in ropes, staring into punishment, Jenner SMASHING at Brianna, sometimes sloppily, but with total supremacy as Dale’s curvy legs are challenged to hold her up. Bell: JENNER’S STILL PUNCHING! Kylie able to paste Brianna across the face right/left/right before ref can body brunette off, Dale staring in stupor, gob smacked and wobbly butt as Jenner howls epithets from across the ring.



R7: Bumper-car energy of early rounds long gone, fighters plow into eaach other, glom on in a punching scrum, curvy legs stamping to drive the other to ropes, trading foot stomps, legs tangling and tripping each other to sand, then it's a mad, wrestling scramble to obtain top position and plug away righty as bottom girl squirms to reverse, rolling balled-up beauties all over the ring. Brianna winning the grapple: left arm either in under Kylie’s right, or wrapped round her head...that right fist cramming into tummy or jug as Dale wrestles Jenner to a seat in the ropes. When Brianna wants a breather, she just folds arms around Jenner’s head, pushing brunette face deep into proud cleavage. Midway through, savage bombardment in the corner, Dale squared away, leaning forward in wide stance, both hands just shoving hup-hup-hup into brunette tummy/hips/thighs. Eventually Brianna punches herself out, wraps up brunette head, letting her jugs do work on Kylie face until ref can reef those arms apart and spread fighters out...poor Jenner sobbing for breath, hands on knees as she's panting for air. Kylie wearily straightens...and gets pancaked into ropes as Brianna comes a-jiggling in. Dale an avalanche of tummy, jug and glove, Jenner resistance growing ragged under the constant press of flesh-on-flesh. Finally, Jenner slops down and to her right, lying on her tummy/propped up on her elbows, mouth wide open as she gasps in exhaustion. Dale shouting "GET UP, TRAMP!" as poor Kylie tries to push up off her jugs, only to fall back to her elbows...she's done: Brianna bashes out the KO7 win!



After: Brianna eager to get her gloves off, still taped as she makes her way over to where Kylie is being tended to. Shooing people away, she shoves Jenner onto her back, turns around and straddles her: “Time to pay the tab!” Dale lowers herself down to her knees, taking a seat on Kylie’s breasts, bouncing her sandy derriere a couple times just because she can, then begins slowly backing up towards her prey’s face…until she lets out a blood-curdling scream!



Kylie, divested of her gumshield, bites into the ball of Brianna’s right foot, rolling both of them onto their sides, still maintaining her bite until Dale gets her left foot between them and shoves them apart.



Curvy beauties face each other on their knees, chests heaving as they pant, “Cheating b!tc#” Brianna growls.



“Showboat S!u+!”Kylie shoots back.


They launch themselves at each other, bodies SLAP loudly against each other. They roll and wrestle as they wrap about each other, punching and kneeing as best as they can. All spectators see was a tangle of arms and legs and curvy, sand-covered bare bodies rolling over and over, back and forth, first one on top and then the other, neither able to gain an advantage. Pulling at each other's sweat-stringy hair, shrieking all the while, before switching tactics and squeezing each other's bare breasts savagely, both women squealing in agony as they assaulted one another's chest.  Kylie winds up on the bottom of their pile-up, shoulders pinned and straddled but still getting the better of Brianna by sliding her thighs around her opponent’s waist and squeezing her enemy mercilessly. Dale groaning, but one-upping Jenner by plunging downwards with both hands to seize her by the throat and begin choking her. Kylie getting her head pounded against the sand as officials storm the ring and pull the battle-maddened beauties apart, both shrieking predictions of just what they’ll do to each other soon!