Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 28, 2023 19:53:33 GMT -6
Hannah Ferguson vs. Danielle Herrington
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
Hannah:
(30, 5’10, 130, 89:23 FCBA, VIXENs)
Danielle:
(30, 5’10, 9:8 FCBA, Global Boxing Syndicate)
BEFORE:
“We’ve seen each other in circles, but never really interacted,” Hannah starts off the press conference with a neutral, but confident tone. “Frankly, it was surprising when Danielle called me out online. To me, this fight is going to be methodical, and one-sided. She doesn’t have the experience in the ring as I do, so if she wants to make this personal, she’s gonna regret it.”
Across the table, Herrington’s nostrils flare with defiance. In terms of physicality and age, both models are practically a mirror image of each other. Of course, Danielle’s dark curls and darker, caramel skin are shining through her loose blouse and denim jeans. The GBS starlet can’t wait to respond, sitting up and leaning forward into the mic:
“You sense a pattern here, don’t you?” Danielle says, directing the question at the assembled press. “Hannah’s trying to suss out the competition, prey on girls she THINKS are weak. Well, I’m gonna show her the error of her ways. If she thinks we’re simple stepping stones to get her across the finish line, she’s gonna be sorely mistaken.”
Haughty ladies line up across the stage, striding in after the weigh-ins and staring each other down. Hannah’s got nothing else to prove, at least according to herself, smirking back at that narrowed glare from Herrington, who plants her hands on her wide hips and again vows to knock that smile off her face. Ladies separate without further incident, however, still casting side-eyed glances at each other after backing away and heading to their backstage doors for their final prep.
Hours later, we’re in the ring proper! Hannah unrobed earlier to reveal a glowing orange bikini top and white tunks, paired with black gloves for this contest. Across the ring, Danielle has opted for a baby blue bikini top of her own, black trunks and red gloves to round off her daring look.
There’s the wave of the referee’s hand, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Welterweight action!
ROUND 1:
Hannah strides confidently into the center of the ring, her guard too lax, a self-assured smirk etched on her face. Despite her opponent's formidable presence, she is visibly complacent, her fighting stance exuding an air of nonchalance that echoes her earlier statements at the press conference. The crowd watches with bated breath as Hannah first circles Danielle, her loose guard more of a showboating stance than a defensive one. A few light jabs are thrown, but they seem more for show than for any actual damage. Herrington, however, isn't amused, observing the Vixen’s antics with narrowed eyes, her body coiled like a spring ready to release. As the second minute ticks by, the atmosphere in the arena thickens. Ferguson's smirk is still intact, her guard barely up. Her audience is waiting for her to make a decisive move, but it's Herrington who capitalizes on the moment! With sudden, explosive energy, Danielle shoots out her fist, a hook arced through the air and aimed straight for Hannah's exposed jawline! Time seems to freeze for a moment as the punch connects, the impact sending a shockwave through Ferguson's body! OUCH!! Hannah's eyes widen, her smirk wiped off as the realization hits her a split second before Danielle's fist does. Her head snaps to the side, with her body teetering dangerously after. Then, with an audible gasp from the crowd, the mighty blonde collapses, hitting the canvas on all fours with a thud that echoes around the silent arena! The KNOCKDOWN is a stunning sight, with Ferguson left sprawled and blinking in disbelief, that overconfidence that marked her earlier approach replaced now by complete shock! Meanwhile, a haughty Danielle returns to her corner, smiling wide and triumphant, basking in this unexpected turn of events!
As the referee’s count begins, Hannah is slowly picking herself up, her body still shaking slightly from the impact of the fall. She takes a deep, steadying breath, regaining her footing one step at a time, her eyes meeting Danielle's from across the ring - there’s an intense, focused determination there, tinged with a hint of embarrassment for the veteran blonde. By the count of seven, Hannah is back on her feet. She brushes off the dust from her trunks, her jaw set and her gaze hardened. She looks across at Danielle, and there is no trace of the earlier smugness, replaced now by a cool, seething anger.
The round resumes, but the dynamics have changed. Hannah's approach is more cautious now, her guard firmly up. She watches Danielle closely, her eyes tracking her opponent's every move, her body tense and ready. Danielle, riding high on her early success, WADES in fast towards Hannah, her gloved fists swinging with focused aggression. She targets Ferguson's arms, trying to wear her down some more, those punches landing with a steady rhythm against the canvas of the guard. She then changes tactics, thumping powerful blows into Hannah's exposed midsection, each punch landing with a dull thud. The crowd cheers as Hannah absorbs each hit, her body shuddering with each connection, but holding firm. She backs away slightly, trying to put more distance between herself and Danielle, but Herrington keeps coming, determined to end the round fully in her favor. But Hannah stays on her feet till the bell rings, again glaring at Danielle as she retreats to her corner, the promise of retaliation clear in her eyes. Not the best start for the Alpha Vixen, but at least she’s still standing!
ROUND 2:
Hannah steps out from her corner with a newfound intensity in her gaze. It seems the previous round's unexpected knockdown has served as a wake-up call, shaking off any complacency and replacing it with razor-sharp focus. Hannah is methodical in her attack, her long reach allowing her to score quick jabs to Danielle's face and breasts from a safe distance. Each punch is precise, calculated to maximize damage while minimizing her own exposure to Danielle's powerful swings. It's a show of skill and experience, a clear reminder of the Vixen's standing in the ring. Danielle, for her part, is finding it increasingly difficult to close the distance and land her punches, with Hannah's seasoned footwork keeping her frustratingly out of reach, the distance a constant thorn in Herrington's offensive strategy. However, Danielle doesn't back down. Each of Hannah's punches is met with a defiant shake of her head, her spirit undeterred by the onslaught, with the third minute seeing a reversal of fortunes as Danielle manages to land a glancing hook across the Vixen's temple, the hit earning a hiss of pain from the blonde. Emboldened, Danielle follows up with a swift punch to Hannah's chest, the surprise attack causing Hannah to shout out in anger. But the round ends soon after, leaving Ferguson still with the wide advantage.
ROUND 3:
There’s an explosive confrontation at the center of the ring, with both women abandoning their defensive tactics in favor of an all-out brawl! Their punches sail in fast and furious, each one landing with a thunderous impact that echoes through the stadium! Danielle is the first to land a significant blow, delivering a crunching overhand punch to Hannah's nose. The crowd gasps at the force of the hit, but Hannah quickly recovers and retaliates with her own sharp uppercut that snaps Danielle's head back. Despite the rapid exchange, neither fighter backs down, their attacks aggressive, each trying to break the other's rhythm with heavy hits across the face. Then, they both switch gears almost simultaneously, targeting each other's breasts and bellies in an attempt to exploit the other girl’s vulnerable spots. Hannah's glove strikes first, her leathered glove sinking into the soft flesh of Danielle's exposed midriff. The impact makes Danielle's abs contract reflexively, a hiss escaping from her lips as the air is forced from her lungs, her body lurching forward in shock. But Herrington’s quick to return the favor, her own fist slamming upwards, landing square on Hannah's left breast, making the entire orb quiver and jolt upwards. Constant back-and-forth begins to wear on both fighters, and each time a punch lands, the recipient recoils, their bodies folding over from the impact. Just when it looks like the round might end in a draw, Hannah makes a tactical retreat. Herrington, driven by inexperience and eagerness to capitalize on her perceived weakness, gives chase without a second thought, but gives Hannah the opportunity she needs to land jabs to Danielle's cheek and brow as she advances after her. The points add up quickly for the Vixen, and by the end of the round, Hannah has managed to edge out her rival, securing another round victory, though this time by a much narrower margin. Her veteran tactics have once again proven effective, but the close round also shows Danielle's potential as a strong contender for the throne.
ROUND 4:
Barely a moment passes before Danielle's patience runs out. A flurry of energy in the opening seconds has her leaping forward in the opening minute, fueled by a strong desire to turn things around and claim victory. Her goal is clear as day: to put Hannah down on the canvas for the second, and hopefully last, time! Danielle immediately launches into a series of powerful swings, marching in and aiming high and wide for Hannah's head. Ferguson is forced on the defensive, her hands flying up to shield her face as she backs away. The hits land with thunderous force on her arms, the echoing thuds a testament to the power behind Herrington's strikes. The GBS girl maintains this relentless pace, her fists hammering into Hannah's taut belly in an attempt to coax her guard downwards. But Hannah refuses to get backed into a corner. Not without a brawl. In between the onslaught, Ferguson squeezes in her own counteroffensive: a swift, sharp hook lands squarely on Danielle's chin, drawing a grunt from her lips! But Herrington shakes off the grunt of pain before retaliating with almost twice as many punches, a massive hook connecting with Hannah's cheek, which twists her entire body into the ropes with a groan! But just as Danielle steps inwards to capitalize, the bell rings, signaling the end of the round! It's a sure as hell wide win for Herrington, but she's left glaring at the saved Ferguson, who's looking worse for wear but still standing!
ROUND 5:
Danielle strides out of her corner with even more resolve etched across her face. Her eyes are locked onto Hannah’s, as she prepares to finish what she started. However, her earlier relentless assault has drained her somewhat, robbing her of her speed and stamina. Her initial hook and overhand, thrown with a weary slowness, are easily sidestepped by Hannah, who immediately retaliates, her gloves shot out like arrows, targeting Danielle's chin and scoring punishing blows that snap her head back, causing the big brunette to stagger backwards, her heel perilously close to the ropes. Hannah presses in, driving more gloves into Danielle's breasts, her punches landing with satisfying thuds, then another volley targeting Herrington's abdomen, the taut muscles there providing a satisfying resistance to her punches. Herrington is left reeling, but looks far from defeated. Gathering her strength, she throws a hefty swing of her own, growling with a mixture of frustration and determination. The low hook hits Hannah on her side with a jarring force that resonates through her frame. Hannah's body jerks violently under the impact, her lean, toned muscles tensing up instantly. Her ribs bear the brunt of the force, the punch driving deep into the contours of her side. A shudder courses through her frame, a ripple of discomfort visible under the tight fabric of her orange bikini top and white trunks. Her face, previously set in a mask of cool determination, tightens as a gasp flutters from her lips, and her body tilts slightly to lessen the impact. She stumbles a step back, momentarily thrown off balance, before instinctively dodging under a follow-up swing from Danielle. But Herrington is determined not to give up the chase! The GBS fighter’s resolve is mirrored in her fierce gaze, and as the final minute ticks away, the two fighters circle each other warily, gloves up and eyes sharp, each waiting for an opening to strike. Despite Danielle's spirited defense, Hannah takes the round at the bell, but it's a close call indeed.
ROUND 6:
Ferguson comes out cautiously from her corner, understanding better now the power that Herrington packs in those red gloves, and she's not about to give her foe another easy opening. She leads with her left jab, seeking to strike first and put Danielle on the defensive. Her leather collides with Danielle's face, peppering her with quick, sharp jabs designed to create an opening for a more decisive blow. But Herrington has other plans, having tasted Hannah's power and is now on the hunt to outpower her in a decisive manner. Seeing a split-second opening in Hannah's offensive, Danielle swings forth a powerful right hand, which lands squarely between the Vixen’s wide eyes! The force of the punch sends Hannah staggering backwards, shock evident on her face! OUCH! Like a shark sensing blood, Danielle marches in, driving Hannah back until she's trapped against the ropes. Herrington launches her all-out attack, her gloves becoming wild blurs as they hammer and bash into Hannah's breasts and belly, and when Hannah brings her arms up to shield her head, Danielle adapts, delivering even more punishing blows to Hannah's guarding arms, intent on breaking down her defenses! Pinned and pummeled, Hannah has no choice but to clinch up. She wraps her arms around Danielle’s shoulders, her chest heaving against Danielle’s, seeking to buy some much needed time. But the bigger-sized brunette wrestles with the blonde against the ropes, working her body over with more well-placed drills to her belly and the occasional shot to the breasts. As the round nears its end, Hannah manages to turn the tables, striking back with a burst of adrenaline, slamming shots into Danielle's sides and head. Danielle, stunned by a short hook to her ear, gets rotated about and pinned to the ropes instead, allowing Hannah to circle away and gain some distance from her opponent. The bell sounds soon after, signaling the end of this grueling round. Both women look hurt, their chests heaving as they gulp in air, their bodies bearing the marks of an intense fight.
ROUND 7:
And Danielle comes out swinging, but her gas tank is nearly empty! Her chest heaves with exertion, and her punches lack the power and precision they once held before. Determined, she tries to rush Hannah down once more, hoping to catch the Vixen off guard and turn the tide back in her favor. But Hannah has seen through her desperation, stepping to one side just as Danielle lunges at her, avoiding the brunette's wild assault. Then, quick on her feet, Hannah retaliates, driving a punishing jab into her face before catching her with another sharp hook to her exposed side. Feeling the shift, Hannah’s teeth gnash together as she drives her attack forward, her gloves pounding into Danielle's defending arms. Danielle is getting driven back, retreating until she's trapped against the ropes, with nowhere else to go. Her guard is slowly weakening by the moment, Hannah’s eyes gleaming as her gloves begin to work in and out like well-oiled machines. Another uppercut arcs upwards into Danielle's breasts, Hannah’s power lifting her chest upwards, causing a visible ripple through the firm, bikini-clad flesh. The assault continues, each punch forcing a gasp from her lips, and sending shockwaves through her upper body. Herrington's body buckles, wilting under the trapped assault. The once aggressive GBS starlet is now reduced to a defensive shell, pinned against the ropes, her arms barely up, at the mercy of her more experienced opponent! Just as Danielle's guard lowers even further, however, Hannah changes her focus to Danielle's exposed midsection. With swift scoops and swipes, she hammers at Danielle's waistline and tummy, each punch crashing in with a thud, buried deep into Herrington's flesh and causing her body to jerk violently. With every blow, Danielle's form is rocked, her body bending over and over with the force of each hit. Her abs, once tight and firm, now struggle to absorb the repeated strikes, each one sending a new wave of pain through her body. It's a brutal, one-sided barrage, and it's clear Hannah is determined to end this fight once and for all! Seeing an opening, Hannah doesn't hesitate. Her gloved right hand swings inwards at a devastating arc, landing with a right across Danielle's exposed jawline! The power of the punch leaves Herrington slack-jawed, her eyes widened in surprise, before her knees BUCKLE beneath her! And DOWN she goes, falling down to the canvas in a heap of surprise and pain! It’s a long awaited return KNOCKDOWN for Hannah Ferguson, and the crowd roars as Danielle turns over, arms and legs splayed over the ground! Hannah, breathing heavily, steps away, her eyes still fixed on the downed model. The referee begins the count, but all eyes are on Herrington, whose body remains prone on the canvas, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths.
As the count ticks away, Danielle makes a last-ditch effort to rise, her hands clawing at the canvas, her body trembling with effort of just peeling her back off the ground. But the toll of the fight, the exhaustion, and the impact of that final blow have left her depleted. And as the referee reaches the ten count, it's clear she’s not going to make it! There’s the final bell, and it’s all OVER!
Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Danielle Herrington via KO7!
AFTER:
As the dust settles from the frenzied bout, Hannah stands victorious in the center of the ring. Sweat gleams upon her chiseled physique, accentuating her strength and vitality. A broad smile splits her face, her eyes alight with the thrill of victory. The crowd roars their approval as she raises her gloved fists high into the air, basking in the glory of her dominant performance.
Strutting around the ring, she takes a moment to acknowledge the crowd before stopping and turning her attention back towards Danielle's flattened form, still lying on the canvas. A sense of triumph floods Hannah as she saunters over, and the crowd hushes, their anticipation growing as they watch the Golden Girl close in.
Without a shred of hesitation, Hannah plants her boot down into Danielle's cheek, asserting her dominance over her KO'ed former foe. Immediately, Danielle tries to groggily shove her off, and even with her movements slow and labored, Hannah reacts swiftly, delivering a follow-up vicious stomp to the busty girl’s chest, which sends a jolt through Danielle's body. But Hannah isn't finished. With a cruel smirk, she lifts her boot again and rams it down into the pit of Danielle's midsection. A muffled groan escapes her lips, Hannah's boot digging into her sore belly, further pinning her down to the canvas.
Danielle doesn't resist this time when Hannah repeats her earlier pose, her boot shoved again into Danielle’s snoozing cheek, contorting her flesh. She lies sprawled on the canvas, her battered chest rising and falling heavily, as she draws ragged breaths.
Later, in the cool confines of the backstage area, the press gathers to hear the fighters' thoughts on the bout. Hannah steps up first, her smile still radiant after claiming victory in the ring.
"Tonight's win was not just another notch on my belt," she declares, her eyes glinting with the thrill of triumph. "This was a message to ALL my rivals, a warning to anyone who dares to stand in my way. Decker, Upton, Asskinson, you saw what I did to Danielle tonight. If you decide to step into the ring with me, you can expect the same treatment."
Meanwhile, Danielle seethes in the background, her face a mask of frustrated determination. When she steps up to address the press, her voice is hard and defiant.
"Tonight didn't go as planned, but don't for a second think that this is over," she asserts, her voice steeped in bitterness. "I don't take kindly to humiliation. And if Hannah thinks this is the end, she's deluded."
She leans in closer to the microphone, her eyes locked onto the cameras. "Let's do it again. This time in a JMDD contest," she challenges, a fiery spark igniting in her gaze. "Next time, Ferguson won't be standing tall. She won't be stomping over anyone. That's a promise.”
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
Hannah:
(30, 5’10, 130, 89:23 FCBA, VIXENs)
Danielle:
(30, 5’10, 9:8 FCBA, Global Boxing Syndicate)
BEFORE:
“We’ve seen each other in circles, but never really interacted,” Hannah starts off the press conference with a neutral, but confident tone. “Frankly, it was surprising when Danielle called me out online. To me, this fight is going to be methodical, and one-sided. She doesn’t have the experience in the ring as I do, so if she wants to make this personal, she’s gonna regret it.”
Across the table, Herrington’s nostrils flare with defiance. In terms of physicality and age, both models are practically a mirror image of each other. Of course, Danielle’s dark curls and darker, caramel skin are shining through her loose blouse and denim jeans. The GBS starlet can’t wait to respond, sitting up and leaning forward into the mic:
“You sense a pattern here, don’t you?” Danielle says, directing the question at the assembled press. “Hannah’s trying to suss out the competition, prey on girls she THINKS are weak. Well, I’m gonna show her the error of her ways. If she thinks we’re simple stepping stones to get her across the finish line, she’s gonna be sorely mistaken.”
Haughty ladies line up across the stage, striding in after the weigh-ins and staring each other down. Hannah’s got nothing else to prove, at least according to herself, smirking back at that narrowed glare from Herrington, who plants her hands on her wide hips and again vows to knock that smile off her face. Ladies separate without further incident, however, still casting side-eyed glances at each other after backing away and heading to their backstage doors for their final prep.
Hours later, we’re in the ring proper! Hannah unrobed earlier to reveal a glowing orange bikini top and white tunks, paired with black gloves for this contest. Across the ring, Danielle has opted for a baby blue bikini top of her own, black trunks and red gloves to round off her daring look.
There’s the wave of the referee’s hand, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Welterweight action!
ROUND 1:
Hannah strides confidently into the center of the ring, her guard too lax, a self-assured smirk etched on her face. Despite her opponent's formidable presence, she is visibly complacent, her fighting stance exuding an air of nonchalance that echoes her earlier statements at the press conference. The crowd watches with bated breath as Hannah first circles Danielle, her loose guard more of a showboating stance than a defensive one. A few light jabs are thrown, but they seem more for show than for any actual damage. Herrington, however, isn't amused, observing the Vixen’s antics with narrowed eyes, her body coiled like a spring ready to release. As the second minute ticks by, the atmosphere in the arena thickens. Ferguson's smirk is still intact, her guard barely up. Her audience is waiting for her to make a decisive move, but it's Herrington who capitalizes on the moment! With sudden, explosive energy, Danielle shoots out her fist, a hook arced through the air and aimed straight for Hannah's exposed jawline! Time seems to freeze for a moment as the punch connects, the impact sending a shockwave through Ferguson's body! OUCH!! Hannah's eyes widen, her smirk wiped off as the realization hits her a split second before Danielle's fist does. Her head snaps to the side, with her body teetering dangerously after. Then, with an audible gasp from the crowd, the mighty blonde collapses, hitting the canvas on all fours with a thud that echoes around the silent arena! The KNOCKDOWN is a stunning sight, with Ferguson left sprawled and blinking in disbelief, that overconfidence that marked her earlier approach replaced now by complete shock! Meanwhile, a haughty Danielle returns to her corner, smiling wide and triumphant, basking in this unexpected turn of events!
As the referee’s count begins, Hannah is slowly picking herself up, her body still shaking slightly from the impact of the fall. She takes a deep, steadying breath, regaining her footing one step at a time, her eyes meeting Danielle's from across the ring - there’s an intense, focused determination there, tinged with a hint of embarrassment for the veteran blonde. By the count of seven, Hannah is back on her feet. She brushes off the dust from her trunks, her jaw set and her gaze hardened. She looks across at Danielle, and there is no trace of the earlier smugness, replaced now by a cool, seething anger.
The round resumes, but the dynamics have changed. Hannah's approach is more cautious now, her guard firmly up. She watches Danielle closely, her eyes tracking her opponent's every move, her body tense and ready. Danielle, riding high on her early success, WADES in fast towards Hannah, her gloved fists swinging with focused aggression. She targets Ferguson's arms, trying to wear her down some more, those punches landing with a steady rhythm against the canvas of the guard. She then changes tactics, thumping powerful blows into Hannah's exposed midsection, each punch landing with a dull thud. The crowd cheers as Hannah absorbs each hit, her body shuddering with each connection, but holding firm. She backs away slightly, trying to put more distance between herself and Danielle, but Herrington keeps coming, determined to end the round fully in her favor. But Hannah stays on her feet till the bell rings, again glaring at Danielle as she retreats to her corner, the promise of retaliation clear in her eyes. Not the best start for the Alpha Vixen, but at least she’s still standing!
ROUND 2:
Hannah steps out from her corner with a newfound intensity in her gaze. It seems the previous round's unexpected knockdown has served as a wake-up call, shaking off any complacency and replacing it with razor-sharp focus. Hannah is methodical in her attack, her long reach allowing her to score quick jabs to Danielle's face and breasts from a safe distance. Each punch is precise, calculated to maximize damage while minimizing her own exposure to Danielle's powerful swings. It's a show of skill and experience, a clear reminder of the Vixen's standing in the ring. Danielle, for her part, is finding it increasingly difficult to close the distance and land her punches, with Hannah's seasoned footwork keeping her frustratingly out of reach, the distance a constant thorn in Herrington's offensive strategy. However, Danielle doesn't back down. Each of Hannah's punches is met with a defiant shake of her head, her spirit undeterred by the onslaught, with the third minute seeing a reversal of fortunes as Danielle manages to land a glancing hook across the Vixen's temple, the hit earning a hiss of pain from the blonde. Emboldened, Danielle follows up with a swift punch to Hannah's chest, the surprise attack causing Hannah to shout out in anger. But the round ends soon after, leaving Ferguson still with the wide advantage.
ROUND 3:
There’s an explosive confrontation at the center of the ring, with both women abandoning their defensive tactics in favor of an all-out brawl! Their punches sail in fast and furious, each one landing with a thunderous impact that echoes through the stadium! Danielle is the first to land a significant blow, delivering a crunching overhand punch to Hannah's nose. The crowd gasps at the force of the hit, but Hannah quickly recovers and retaliates with her own sharp uppercut that snaps Danielle's head back. Despite the rapid exchange, neither fighter backs down, their attacks aggressive, each trying to break the other's rhythm with heavy hits across the face. Then, they both switch gears almost simultaneously, targeting each other's breasts and bellies in an attempt to exploit the other girl’s vulnerable spots. Hannah's glove strikes first, her leathered glove sinking into the soft flesh of Danielle's exposed midriff. The impact makes Danielle's abs contract reflexively, a hiss escaping from her lips as the air is forced from her lungs, her body lurching forward in shock. But Herrington’s quick to return the favor, her own fist slamming upwards, landing square on Hannah's left breast, making the entire orb quiver and jolt upwards. Constant back-and-forth begins to wear on both fighters, and each time a punch lands, the recipient recoils, their bodies folding over from the impact. Just when it looks like the round might end in a draw, Hannah makes a tactical retreat. Herrington, driven by inexperience and eagerness to capitalize on her perceived weakness, gives chase without a second thought, but gives Hannah the opportunity she needs to land jabs to Danielle's cheek and brow as she advances after her. The points add up quickly for the Vixen, and by the end of the round, Hannah has managed to edge out her rival, securing another round victory, though this time by a much narrower margin. Her veteran tactics have once again proven effective, but the close round also shows Danielle's potential as a strong contender for the throne.
ROUND 4:
Barely a moment passes before Danielle's patience runs out. A flurry of energy in the opening seconds has her leaping forward in the opening minute, fueled by a strong desire to turn things around and claim victory. Her goal is clear as day: to put Hannah down on the canvas for the second, and hopefully last, time! Danielle immediately launches into a series of powerful swings, marching in and aiming high and wide for Hannah's head. Ferguson is forced on the defensive, her hands flying up to shield her face as she backs away. The hits land with thunderous force on her arms, the echoing thuds a testament to the power behind Herrington's strikes. The GBS girl maintains this relentless pace, her fists hammering into Hannah's taut belly in an attempt to coax her guard downwards. But Hannah refuses to get backed into a corner. Not without a brawl. In between the onslaught, Ferguson squeezes in her own counteroffensive: a swift, sharp hook lands squarely on Danielle's chin, drawing a grunt from her lips! But Herrington shakes off the grunt of pain before retaliating with almost twice as many punches, a massive hook connecting with Hannah's cheek, which twists her entire body into the ropes with a groan! But just as Danielle steps inwards to capitalize, the bell rings, signaling the end of the round! It's a sure as hell wide win for Herrington, but she's left glaring at the saved Ferguson, who's looking worse for wear but still standing!
ROUND 5:
Danielle strides out of her corner with even more resolve etched across her face. Her eyes are locked onto Hannah’s, as she prepares to finish what she started. However, her earlier relentless assault has drained her somewhat, robbing her of her speed and stamina. Her initial hook and overhand, thrown with a weary slowness, are easily sidestepped by Hannah, who immediately retaliates, her gloves shot out like arrows, targeting Danielle's chin and scoring punishing blows that snap her head back, causing the big brunette to stagger backwards, her heel perilously close to the ropes. Hannah presses in, driving more gloves into Danielle's breasts, her punches landing with satisfying thuds, then another volley targeting Herrington's abdomen, the taut muscles there providing a satisfying resistance to her punches. Herrington is left reeling, but looks far from defeated. Gathering her strength, she throws a hefty swing of her own, growling with a mixture of frustration and determination. The low hook hits Hannah on her side with a jarring force that resonates through her frame. Hannah's body jerks violently under the impact, her lean, toned muscles tensing up instantly. Her ribs bear the brunt of the force, the punch driving deep into the contours of her side. A shudder courses through her frame, a ripple of discomfort visible under the tight fabric of her orange bikini top and white trunks. Her face, previously set in a mask of cool determination, tightens as a gasp flutters from her lips, and her body tilts slightly to lessen the impact. She stumbles a step back, momentarily thrown off balance, before instinctively dodging under a follow-up swing from Danielle. But Herrington is determined not to give up the chase! The GBS fighter’s resolve is mirrored in her fierce gaze, and as the final minute ticks away, the two fighters circle each other warily, gloves up and eyes sharp, each waiting for an opening to strike. Despite Danielle's spirited defense, Hannah takes the round at the bell, but it's a close call indeed.
ROUND 6:
Ferguson comes out cautiously from her corner, understanding better now the power that Herrington packs in those red gloves, and she's not about to give her foe another easy opening. She leads with her left jab, seeking to strike first and put Danielle on the defensive. Her leather collides with Danielle's face, peppering her with quick, sharp jabs designed to create an opening for a more decisive blow. But Herrington has other plans, having tasted Hannah's power and is now on the hunt to outpower her in a decisive manner. Seeing a split-second opening in Hannah's offensive, Danielle swings forth a powerful right hand, which lands squarely between the Vixen’s wide eyes! The force of the punch sends Hannah staggering backwards, shock evident on her face! OUCH! Like a shark sensing blood, Danielle marches in, driving Hannah back until she's trapped against the ropes. Herrington launches her all-out attack, her gloves becoming wild blurs as they hammer and bash into Hannah's breasts and belly, and when Hannah brings her arms up to shield her head, Danielle adapts, delivering even more punishing blows to Hannah's guarding arms, intent on breaking down her defenses! Pinned and pummeled, Hannah has no choice but to clinch up. She wraps her arms around Danielle’s shoulders, her chest heaving against Danielle’s, seeking to buy some much needed time. But the bigger-sized brunette wrestles with the blonde against the ropes, working her body over with more well-placed drills to her belly and the occasional shot to the breasts. As the round nears its end, Hannah manages to turn the tables, striking back with a burst of adrenaline, slamming shots into Danielle's sides and head. Danielle, stunned by a short hook to her ear, gets rotated about and pinned to the ropes instead, allowing Hannah to circle away and gain some distance from her opponent. The bell sounds soon after, signaling the end of this grueling round. Both women look hurt, their chests heaving as they gulp in air, their bodies bearing the marks of an intense fight.
ROUND 7:
And Danielle comes out swinging, but her gas tank is nearly empty! Her chest heaves with exertion, and her punches lack the power and precision they once held before. Determined, she tries to rush Hannah down once more, hoping to catch the Vixen off guard and turn the tide back in her favor. But Hannah has seen through her desperation, stepping to one side just as Danielle lunges at her, avoiding the brunette's wild assault. Then, quick on her feet, Hannah retaliates, driving a punishing jab into her face before catching her with another sharp hook to her exposed side. Feeling the shift, Hannah’s teeth gnash together as she drives her attack forward, her gloves pounding into Danielle's defending arms. Danielle is getting driven back, retreating until she's trapped against the ropes, with nowhere else to go. Her guard is slowly weakening by the moment, Hannah’s eyes gleaming as her gloves begin to work in and out like well-oiled machines. Another uppercut arcs upwards into Danielle's breasts, Hannah’s power lifting her chest upwards, causing a visible ripple through the firm, bikini-clad flesh. The assault continues, each punch forcing a gasp from her lips, and sending shockwaves through her upper body. Herrington's body buckles, wilting under the trapped assault. The once aggressive GBS starlet is now reduced to a defensive shell, pinned against the ropes, her arms barely up, at the mercy of her more experienced opponent! Just as Danielle's guard lowers even further, however, Hannah changes her focus to Danielle's exposed midsection. With swift scoops and swipes, she hammers at Danielle's waistline and tummy, each punch crashing in with a thud, buried deep into Herrington's flesh and causing her body to jerk violently. With every blow, Danielle's form is rocked, her body bending over and over with the force of each hit. Her abs, once tight and firm, now struggle to absorb the repeated strikes, each one sending a new wave of pain through her body. It's a brutal, one-sided barrage, and it's clear Hannah is determined to end this fight once and for all! Seeing an opening, Hannah doesn't hesitate. Her gloved right hand swings inwards at a devastating arc, landing with a right across Danielle's exposed jawline! The power of the punch leaves Herrington slack-jawed, her eyes widened in surprise, before her knees BUCKLE beneath her! And DOWN she goes, falling down to the canvas in a heap of surprise and pain! It’s a long awaited return KNOCKDOWN for Hannah Ferguson, and the crowd roars as Danielle turns over, arms and legs splayed over the ground! Hannah, breathing heavily, steps away, her eyes still fixed on the downed model. The referee begins the count, but all eyes are on Herrington, whose body remains prone on the canvas, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths.
As the count ticks away, Danielle makes a last-ditch effort to rise, her hands clawing at the canvas, her body trembling with effort of just peeling her back off the ground. But the toll of the fight, the exhaustion, and the impact of that final blow have left her depleted. And as the referee reaches the ten count, it's clear she’s not going to make it! There’s the final bell, and it’s all OVER!
Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Danielle Herrington via KO7!
AFTER:
As the dust settles from the frenzied bout, Hannah stands victorious in the center of the ring. Sweat gleams upon her chiseled physique, accentuating her strength and vitality. A broad smile splits her face, her eyes alight with the thrill of victory. The crowd roars their approval as she raises her gloved fists high into the air, basking in the glory of her dominant performance.
Strutting around the ring, she takes a moment to acknowledge the crowd before stopping and turning her attention back towards Danielle's flattened form, still lying on the canvas. A sense of triumph floods Hannah as she saunters over, and the crowd hushes, their anticipation growing as they watch the Golden Girl close in.
Without a shred of hesitation, Hannah plants her boot down into Danielle's cheek, asserting her dominance over her KO'ed former foe. Immediately, Danielle tries to groggily shove her off, and even with her movements slow and labored, Hannah reacts swiftly, delivering a follow-up vicious stomp to the busty girl’s chest, which sends a jolt through Danielle's body. But Hannah isn't finished. With a cruel smirk, she lifts her boot again and rams it down into the pit of Danielle's midsection. A muffled groan escapes her lips, Hannah's boot digging into her sore belly, further pinning her down to the canvas.
Danielle doesn't resist this time when Hannah repeats her earlier pose, her boot shoved again into Danielle’s snoozing cheek, contorting her flesh. She lies sprawled on the canvas, her battered chest rising and falling heavily, as she draws ragged breaths.
Later, in the cool confines of the backstage area, the press gathers to hear the fighters' thoughts on the bout. Hannah steps up first, her smile still radiant after claiming victory in the ring.
"Tonight's win was not just another notch on my belt," she declares, her eyes glinting with the thrill of triumph. "This was a message to ALL my rivals, a warning to anyone who dares to stand in my way. Decker, Upton, Asskinson, you saw what I did to Danielle tonight. If you decide to step into the ring with me, you can expect the same treatment."
Meanwhile, Danielle seethes in the background, her face a mask of frustrated determination. When she steps up to address the press, her voice is hard and defiant.
"Tonight didn't go as planned, but don't for a second think that this is over," she asserts, her voice steeped in bitterness. "I don't take kindly to humiliation. And if Hannah thinks this is the end, she's deluded."
She leans in closer to the microphone, her eyes locked onto the cameras. "Let's do it again. This time in a JMDD contest," she challenges, a fiery spark igniting in her gaze. "Next time, Ferguson won't be standing tall. She won't be stomping over anyone. That's a promise.”