Briana Marie Dale vs Kylie Jenner (#1 Contender JMDD Title)

Brianna Marie Dale


vs Kylie Jenner, #1 contender match


Before: Countless tank tops, tshirts, gym shorts and leggings - ruined in the almost non-stop prefight brawling between these two: Youtube carrying most of the impromptu action as one press conference after another devolves into mindless catfighting. "It's all because Kylie's a nepo-baby who needs her sister to get a title shot, and I'm so hot she can't take it," Brianna tells RACK! magazine. "When my bootie stop her bootie, I hope she just crawls under a rock somewhere and never comes out again!"

Kylie a little more collected in her comments later on in the same article. "Everybody says she’s all jacked up to fight Tahnee," she says, when asked to explain the disorderly conduct in weeks leading up to contest. "And speaking of nepotism, what’s a Mila clause? But, they've got Brianna so jacked up to fight me - they've encouraged her to go right at me on sight. I don’t have a choice but to slap her down. Sometimes, when I see her being led into the room, I can see it in her eyes that we're going to go, so I just jump her. Why wait for her to wade in swinging?"

Both fighters disdaining a robe for their entrance. Brianna sporting a purple triangle-cut bikini top with black webbing, matching thong bottoms, white gloves, hair in double braids. Kylie in black satin bandeau and thong, black gloves, hair loose and cascading over her back and breasts. Fighters press up tit-to-tit at midring, asked to touch gloves, Kylie grabs Brianna’s pigtails and trips her to the canvas, sprawling atop her in slapping, pawing, kneeing bundle of tanned flesh until the ref can pull her off!

R1: Egos dictating tactics, they body up and trades shoulder to shoulder in wide stances, snapping hooks into tummies and firm breasts, then reaching in with the left to form a Cauldron, chopping right hands back and forth in the slugger’s arch. Brianna seems to be the one making Kylie move her feet as they meander in a wandering counterclockwise circle, bethonged booties constantly flexing as they slug, or bracing in receipt during this compact punching opening round.

R2: Girls body up again, but Kylie sneaks a short lead right onto Brianna’s jaw, then bodies up to walk a suddenly shaken barista onto her heels. Brianna recovers, putting her punches together, putting her head on Kylie and walking her back, but heiress starts to give subtle angles inside. Jenner steps to Dale, put her lead shoulder hard to the mouth, then snap off clubbing lefts and rights to the belly button. Brianna pummeled to the ropes—she’s got her face covered, elbows over her breasts, letting Kylie work unmolested to her flanks and tummy. Great shove and slug from Jenner, using that shoulder and chickenwinged left arm to push up on Dale, then turning her hips in behind thudding licks to the body. Kylie bodies up tit-to-tit, all smiles as she peels herself off Brianna at the bell.


R3: Kylie falling in and nailing Brianna with that sneaky little right hand, has barista holding on and getting outhustled early on. Jenner uptempoing, cradling Dale in her left, turning her and swatting her face and kidney with the free right hand. Brianna getting cuffed and buffeted in the first half of the round, leaning well forward onto Jenner’s shoulder, gets pulled off balance and hurt by a clipping right uppercut on the chin. Kylie giving shoulder, steps in and jerks that uppercut again, snapping Brianna’s head back and DOWN GOES DALE! Brianna up wobbly butt, hands at her face and Kylie is able to methodically break her down. Left/right to either side, in with the shoulder, uppercut between the mitts, clinch and walk—Repeat. Dale soaking up the shutout, staggers back to her corner teary eyed, shaky legged as the bell sounds, Kelly in the corner giving her the pep talk, telling her to forget the knockdown during the break.

R4: Brianna comes out dry-eyed, meets Kylie midring and savage, primordial war blossoms as shiny skinned youngsters just help themselves to whatever’s soft on the opponent,. Dale shamelessly crying as she hammers away low on Jenner, buckling the heiress’ knees and putting her butt momentarily on the ropes. Kylie sobbing in pain, but refusing to be bullied, answers back in kind, using her left to trap Brianna’s right and expose the midsection for plundering right hand action to the pit of the stomach and pendular tits. Mutual atrocities pile up, but Jenner slowly gains the upperhand. Dale bending forward from the ropes as Kylie HEAPS on a two-fisted beating to the back, breasts and belly of her foe. Jenner enraged, keeping Dale down with a forearm across the back of the neck and just drifting in big right hands to the side—ref has to jump in as Lookout fighter keeps pounding after the bell. Brianna open mouthed in pain, stretching her side and limping back to her corner as Kylie is forcibly shown to her stool.

R5: Brianna reaches in with the left around the waist, Kylie reaches in a wrapping left and the two trade mugging right hands to tanned tummies&tits in tight. Girls cuddling and punching, struggling to shove and wrestle her opponent into a vulnerable position—result is a staggering waltz all across the ring. Midway through—girls disengage—Dale jab&grabs Jenner’s topknot and PLOWS home a curling right hand, bending in and down on follow through as heiress stands helpless, stupefied, Combination of relief and ecstasy on Brianna’s face—FINALLY , a wrecked opponent—and she piles on. Brianna reaching in under Kylie’s arms to body her into the ropes, then pulling out to plunge right hands deep into that cushy belly. Jenner groaning and doubling over, gives up her sweet hips and shiny lower back to Brianna’s cruel fouls. Clubbing, sweeping punches from Dale as she lords it over a hunched up Jenner—Kelly smiling for the first time in ages at the sight of Kylie’s wincing discomfort at the bell.

R6: Continuance of the mutual aggression pact: mindless, tit-for-tat slugfest as the crowd roars to its feet. Bludgeoning, heartless right hands up and in—both girls working out of the wrap to hold and hit—ref following the action and screaming warnings that no one hears. Action spills across the ring at random, but it’s Brianna imposing her will at the half. Dale muscles Kylie up against the ropes, crams in tight right hands repeatedly to belly&breasts, stops punching back. Down the stretch, it’s Brianna marauding on her contender—clapping away at the exposed hips and back, hammer-blowing Jenner’s defenceless kidneys as each fighter bellows with the effort of giving and receiving sock. Kylie lolls back into the ropes, tears pouring down her cheeks, and Brianna wraps up to dig busy right hands over and over into the breasts, Jenner bends forward again, giving up her aching lower back AND GOES DOWN! Kylie puddling at Brianna’s feet, both fighters a throbbing red mass from the waist to the tits after their brutal mutual assault to the body and IT”S OVER! Jenner choking and weeping, right hand at her back as her forehead touches the canvas in abject helplessness. KO6 for the new JMDD #1 Contender, Brianna Marie Dale!

After: Kylie slumped against ropes—hair all frizzy and bedraggled, clinging to her shoulders and breasts, long down her front. Brianna standing right there, spitting her mouthpiece onto Jenner’s cleavage, using her teeth to gnaw the tape off her gloves. Hungrily—she tells the ref “Get her gloves off.”

Kylie just slouching, her arms limp as the ref’s tugging at mitts. Brianna finally doffs her mitts and leans in, reaching for Jenner’s damp skull, beaten beauty still wears her right mitt as Dale stretches her out on the canvas.

Brianna brutal with Kylie, planting her tattooed bootie on Jenner’s face, grabbing and kneading the reddened breasts of her prey . Poor Kylie’s gloved right hand paws at Brianna’s lower back, helpless: it’s just Dale giving it to Jenner, all one way.

Brianna on there strong, just letting gravity and her squeezing, kneading hands do the hard work of putting Kylie all the way out. Feeling her foe relax and soften, Dale finally steps off to toe a sleeping Jenner face-down on the canvas. Brianna still seething, hands on hips, still looking angry, she leans down and unties Kylie’s bandeau, pulling it free and holding it over her head title-belt style, displaying it to the roaring crowd, when she looks over her shoulder at a loud THUD behind her. Kate Upton had made it onto the apron to bum-rush her, but finds herself rugby-tackled back to the tarmac by none-other than Tahnee Atkinson! A half-dozen JMDD titles are on display as the two blood-rivals establish on their knees with a handful of hair and a handful of jug apiece, making their way to their feet and taking turns slamming each other into the apron and the guardrail until security can separate them!