Amy Willerton vs. Hannah Ferguson III (Queen of the Beach)
Aug 25, 2023 21:14:29 GMT -6
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Amy Willerton vs. Hannah Ferguson III (Queen of the Beach)
Amy:
(31, 5’9, 19:7 FCBA, League of Mighty Women)
Hannah:
(30, 5’10, 130, 90:24 FCBA, VIXENs)
BEFORE:
The event room is packed to the brim with journalists, photographers, fans, and members from both fighters' teams. The spotlight is on the stage with two chairs, a table, and microphones set up. Posters of both fighters serve as the backdrop of Hannah Ferguson and Amy Willerton in fierce boxing poses.
Amy arrives first from the side, wearing a white sleeveless dress, highlighting her toned arms and midriff hugging curves. The golden "Queen of the Beach" title belt draped over her shoulder gleams under the event lights, a clear message of her intent to keep it by the end of this evening’s festivities.
Soon after, Hannah Ferguson walks in, radiating confidence of her own, with her long flowing gold locks about her shoulders. Her own blue, form-fitting dress compliments her statuesque frame, and there's a sudden chill in the room the moment she locks eyes with Amy.
Hannah, smirking, leans into her mic, "Last time we met, Amy got lucky. But come tomorrow, she'll be tasting the sand."
Amy retorts sharply, "I remember riding you around the ring, Hannah. Ready for another round?"
The room erupts in a chorus of cheers and boos. The tension escalates to a point where both fighters stand up abruptly, knocking their chairs back. They're nose-to-nose, staring each other down, each daring the other to make the first move.
Hannah leans in further this time, her voice dripping with condescension. "I remember someone clinging to my back like a lost child. Get ready to be put back in your place."
At this, Amy's patience shatters. "Oh, you mean when I made you my horse? Let’s see who's riding whom tomorrow."
Hannah's face contorts in rage, and before anyone can react, she lashes out, delivering a stinging SLAP to Amy's face! And the sound reverberates through the room, and a collective gasp echoes in response! Amy's eyes widen in shock momentarily, but then they narrow, before the Queen of the Beach surges forward, lunging for Hannah's hair!
Both blondes are clawing at each other, tussling in a whirlwind of rage and blonde locks! Chairs are knocked over, water glasses spill, and the table skids a few inches from the force of their struggle. Eventually, the security team manages to pull the two fighters apart, each of them breathing heavily, their faces flushed with a mix of anger and adrenaline. They continue to shout insults at each other, each woman promising to settle the score in the beach ring.
A day later, the setting on the beach is picturesque. Waves crash against the shore as spectators form a ring around the makeshift boxing arena. The sun casts a golden hue over the scene, making the sand glisten, with the wooden stakes and frayed ropes marking the boundaries of this unique battleground and defense for the Queen of the Beach title.
Amy, the defending champion, makes her entrance first. Wearing a gold bikini, reflecting her champion status, she strides confidently to the ring. Her bikini top is held together by thin strings, showing off her well-sculpted abs, while her bottom is high-cut, showcasing her toned legs. She waves to her fans, fists wrapped and ready in matching gold boxing gloves.
Hannah, not to be outdone, enters next. Her bikini is a deep shade of emerald, contrasting beautifully with her sun-kissed skin. The bikini top is a classic triangle cut, and her bottoms are tied on the sides with playful tassels.Her blue boxing gloves are wound tightly around each fist.
Reporters surround Hannah as she makes her final preparations by the apron, and a final statement, "This isn't just about the Queen of the Beach title. It's about pride. When I'm done with Amy tonight, not only will I have KO'd her, but I'll ensure she takes a ride across these sand dunes with me on her back, just like last time. Amy's reign is about to come to a crashing end."
A short distance away, Amy hears Hannah's proclamation and scoffs. Surrounded by her own entourage of journalists, she smirks and retorts, "Hannah's all talk. Remember the last time? I dominated her. And tonight, I'm going to make sure she's flat on her back, and leave her jugs up in the sand, for everyone to see and admire.”
Finally in the ring, both blondes get into their fighting stances! There’s the bell and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Welterweight action! This here’s for the Queen of the Beach title!
ROUND 1:
The sun has sunk a bit further, casting longer shadows across the sandy ring as Amy and Hannah step from their respective corners, their feet sinking slightly into the sand with each stride. Hannah, bested in their previous match, appears hungry and eager to reestablish her dominance. She starts aggressively, darting forward with a series of jabs. However, Amy seems to anticipate this strategy, surprising many with her nimbleness, evading the punches with fluidity while launching her own series of successful counterattacks. The sound of leather meeting flesh resonates across the beach as Amy's jabs connect repeatedly with Hannah's face and body. It becomes clear early on that Amy isn't merely on the defensive; using the soft sand to her advantage, she lures Hannah in, only to sidestep at the last moment, causing Hannah to miss and overreach, leaving her exposed to Amy's powerful right hook to the arms. As the round progresses, Hannah's frustration becomes evident. Every time she thinks she has Amy cornered against the ropes, the defending champ slips away, often landing a stinging punch to her cheek in the process. By the end of the round, Hannah's face shows the red marks of several of Amy's punches, while Amy remains largely untouched. The crowd roars in approval, especially the fans of the League of Mighty Women, as Amy returns to her corner, her confidence on display.
ROUND 2:
Hannah, still smarting from the dominance shown by Amy in the first, comes out of her corner with renewed fire in her eyes. It's clear she's adjusted her strategy, and she immediately begins using her height and reach advantage to keep Amy at bay. She starts with a series of quick jabs, which land effectively on Amy's face. The sand underfoot seems less of a hindrance to Hannah now, as she pivots and moves with a dancer's grace, maintaining distance and yet pressing the attack. Amy, trying to get inside and recreate the magic of the first round, finds herself thwarted at every turn. Each time she tries to close the distance, Hannah's long arms meet her, either with a fist or a deft parry.Midway through the round, Hannah connects with a particularly brutal combination - a left hook followed by a straight right, both landing flush on Amy's jaw. The impact causes Amy's head to snap back, and she stumbles slightly, the soft sand betraying her for a moment. The crowd gasps, sensing the tide of the match might be turning. Hannah presses the attack, landing several body shots that visibly wind Amy, each thud resonating with the sound of gloved fist meeting flesh. As the seconds tick down, Amy does manage to land a few counterpunches to the side of the head, but they lack the power and precision of the first round. Soon, the bell rings, ending the round, but not before Hannah lands one last stinging jab to Amy's nose. As both fighters head to their corners, it's clear that this round has been the Vixen’s. Amy's corner team works quickly, trying to reduce the swelling on her face and boost her morale.
ROUND 3:
If the previous round was all about Hannah's resurgence, this one begins with Amy showing the same ferocity that won her the title in the first place. Her every step on the sandy canvas is quick and deliberate, and right from the off, Amy starts targeting Hannah's body with low lunges and swings to the Vixen’s side. She ducks for a second and lets fly with a succession of rib-cracking hooks off the torso, each one landing with a thud, causing Hannah to grunt in discomfort. While Hannah tries to use her superior reach to keep Amy at bay, Willerton is relentless, weaving in and out and avoiding her foe’s light punches, getting in close enough to ram her own inwards with pinpoint precision. As the clock nears the end of the first minute, Amy manages to back Hannah up against the makeshift ropes, with the frayed, thick ribbons digging into Hannah's back. Hannah struggles but Willerton stuns her with an illegal elbow thrust to the windpipe, before holding the Vixen in place and zeroing in on her midsection, using it as a target!! The first punch, a sharp left, buries itself deep into Hannah's tummy, causing her to gasp.Then, it’s a methodical work-over of the rest of her frame, Amy sending hook after hook into the toned torso. Hannah's face contorts with each blow, her eyes flashing with pain and defiance, her normally sun-kissed skin starting to redden from the onslaught. As the punches continue, she tries desperately to clinch up and fight back, aiming to wrap Amy up and halt the barrage, and in doing so, drops her hands just slightly… But it’s the opening Amy’s been waiting for, the Brit feigning another shot to the body low, and when Hannah moves to protect her ribs, Amy changes direction, delivering a crushing uppercut to Hannah's chin instead! OUCH!! The force of the blow sends the alpha blonde staggering back, her legs buckling beneath her, before she crashes down onto the sand, a cloud of dust rising around her! It’s an early KNOCKDOWN for the Queen of the Beach herself!
With Hannah down on all fours, struggling to regain her composure, Amy can't resist the chance to flaunt her dominance a little more! The Queen of the Beach quickly moves closer to the fallen Vixen, straddling her splayed back with those long legs on either side of her torso. Then, grabbing a handful of Hannah’s blonde hair, Amy pulls the stunned girl’s face upwards and back, mimicking how their previous encounter ended. "Looks familiar, doesn't it, Hannah?" Amy taunts, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness.
The referee, however, seeing this blatant breach of decorum, and rushes over to try and push Amy away, before directing her back to the neutral corner to start the count. By the count of 7, however, Hannah manages to pull herself back upright, a new fire burning in her eyes at the humiliation suffered thus far!
ROUND 4:
It's evident from the get-go that the previous round's knockdown has awakened something ferocious within Hannah! The Golden Girl strides forth with determination, her eyes locked on Amy, determined to get payback for her earlier treatment! The champion, however, looks slightly more cautious, sensing that Hannah has found a second wind. They meet in the center of the sandy canvas, probing jabs at the head and body, attempting to gauge the other's state of things. Suddenly, it’s Amy who lunges in with a fierce right hook, aimed for the head. But Hannah easily ducks under and counters with a wicked hook of her own to Amy’s exposed midsection! PUHH! And it's the spark that lights the powder keg! Almost instantly, the two fighters tangle up in the center of the ring, their gloved hands grasping at shoulders and waistlines, and occasionally one would wrap an arm around the neck of the other, trying to gain a positional advantage. The referee, wary of the mounting aggression, stays close, ready to intervene if things escalate too far. And the audience is treated to an intense in-fighting clinic! With each girl in close quarters, they use sharp, precise punches that ram into each other’s abdomens, causing both fighters to grimace and grunt in pain. Spotting an opening, Amy pivots slightly and delivers a particularly vicious hook directly to Hannah's chest, the punch so powerful that it sends Hannah's breast momentarily spilling out of its bikini confines! The sudden shock registered in Hannah's wide eyes and gasping mouth, with the audience also responding with a mixture of cheers and gasps. But Hannah doesn't stay stunned for long, retaliating with a swift, focused blow of her own, her glove packed into the soft paunch just above Amy's belly button, and sinking deep into the flesh. The surprise force of the punch causes Willerton to fold over, groaning audibly, and as she lurches forward, her face coming close to Hannah's chest, her parted lips inadvertently brushing against the upper curves of Hannah's semi-exposed breast. Every so often, these two break apart slightly, only for their mutual animosity to pull them back into the fray, their faces inches apart, eyes locked in mutual disdain for each other, lips occasionally curling into a snarl as another particularly solid punch lands. Hannah, perhaps driven by the memory of how their last bout went, continues to DRIVE Amy backwards with every follow-up strike to her midsection, keeping the British blonde bent over and shuddering in her arms. Amy’s feet struggle to find stable ground, and she gets forced into the ropes and to cover up best she can. By the time the bell rings, both women are gasping, their bodies marked by the ferocity of their exchange. Amy's midsection is red and slightly swollen, but Hannah also sports a redness on her face and sides of her chest. Both blondes shoot glowering looks at each other, knowing that the round was closely contested, but it's Hannah who exits with a small margin.
ROUND 5:
And here comes Amy Willerton, out of her corner with a reinvigorated step! She knows she's got ground to make up and wastes no time, advancing straight towards Ferguson and right back to peppering her arms with jab combos. This time, however, Amy looks like she’s going on the offensive, shifting her focus to Hannah's belly, with her gloves finding their mark again and again, pounding into that well-toned stomach with rapid-fire jabs and side swings The sound of leather meeting flesh fills the air, each thud echoing Hannah’s painful grimaces, the sheer number of attacks compressing into her abdomen, sending ripples across her skin and forcing her back step by step. In retaliation, however, Hannah is the one targeting the Brit’s breasts, looking to gain a measure of revenge for the previous round. The Vixen’s gloves strike home a few times, eliciting wincing reactions from Amy and sending her orbs jolting precariously from side to side, but Hannah’s attacks lack the kind of sustained pressure needed to slow Amy down. At least at this crucial point in the fight! The clock winds down toward the end of the round, and Amy flashes a cunning grin, throwing a feint high to the head before letting loose a devastating blow that lands squarely below Hannah's navel. The impact is paralyzing; with Hannah's eyes immediately widening in shock, her entire body freezing and stumbling back upon the sand dunes. The referee didn’t see that low blow, and that’s just the way Willerton likes it! The Queen of the Beach continues to dig her gloves deep into Hannah's belly button, driving the alpha blonde back across the ring, and groaning. Ferguson has no choice but to clinch up with her latest rival against the ropes, but that doesn’t stop Willerton from sticking her right glove into her paunch, leather grinding into her bruises, deliberately twisting her wrist slightly to shove the fabric further into the soft, trembling flesh of her opponent's stomach. Hannah's knees nearly buckle under the excruciating sensation, with her own arms wrapped around WIllerton’s shoulders, and the rest of her frame practically melting into Amy's waiting embrace, left gasping for air. Thankfully, the bell rings soon after, giving Willerton another dominant round. The referee forces the separation, having to physically pry Willerton off and shoving her back into a neutral corner to give Hannah a moment to regain her senses! So far, the British blonde looks poised to recapture her title!
ROUND 6:
The confidence is absolutely visible in Amy's stride forwards, the League of Mighty Women starlet riding high off the last round's success, and the gleam in her eyes makes it clear she intends to maintain control for this one. On the other hand, Hannah appears to be still reeling from the previous onslaught, her corner having packed her torso down with ice in between rounds, but parts of it still sporting nasty red welts. Still, the former Welterweight champ marches forth, approaching with both arms up and determined to fight on. But it's Amy who still takes the lead from the very start. She absorbs a brave cross hand from Ferguson to the arms before switching angles and catching her foe back across the chin with a stray hook. And each time Hannah tries to mount a return offense, Amy simply parries or sidesteps, making the taller woman swing at the empty air. Ferguson’s desperation is gonna cost her in the long-run, and arguably, few girls have tested her in the same way that Amy is now, her jabs stinging into the temple or nose, every hook resonating off her torso with a lurch and grunt, with Hannah's belly, already tender from the last round, remaining a frequent target. Late in the round, Amy's continued strategy pays off, as more leather bashes into tummy flesh to fully incapacitate the Golden Girl, leaving Hannah grunting and bleating out air, backpedaling whilst hugging her body, her own attacks becoming more sporadic and less coordinated. Willerton attempts to walk her again into the ropes, pushing her back several steps with a mighty straight cross to the center of her arms, but Hannah has the good sense now to quickly rebound and skirt away, her chest still heaving. When the bell sounds, it’s crystal clear that this was Amy's round through and through. As far as the Brit is concerned, she has her title in the bag, strutting back to her corner with a wide smile on her face!
ROUND 7:
Something’s noticeably different about Hannah as the bell rings for the seventh! The hunger, the drive, and the desire for vengeance is suddenly back in spades! Perhaps it's the urgency of the situation, knowing she's behind on points, or maybe it's something her rumored lover Steve Boyd said to her in between rounds, she’s quickly off her stool and pounding those gloves together, no doubt practicing for when she gets her actual gloves on Willerton. By contrast, Amy starts the round confidently on her own, riding the shutout wave from the previous round. But she soon finds out that this isn't the same Hannah from the last couple of clashes…. Hannah stays defensive in the first minute, blocking or dodging her punches before countering with slick return jabs to her face. Every punch Ferguson throws is meant to hurt and humiliate, at one point snapping a clean overhand straight into the middle of Amy’s face, which snaps her head back with a grunt. Finally, Amy tries to keep her at bay, the pain still throbbing above, using return jabs to flourish. But the Vixen simply ignores the light taps and thrusts her own fists down south, prodding Amy's belly with hungry precision. Each glove sinks deeper and deeper into the champion’s toned abs, forcing the wind from her sails, effectively bending her forward with every successful jab and hook! It’s Willerton’s turn to be trouble, finding no halt to her foe’s relentless charge into her space, Hannah spitting in her face and tossing more power-packed uppercuts to her chest and sides. This time, Amy’s body can only shudder with quit, with the force behind one of the blows so great that one of her breasts pops right out of her bikini top, leaving her stunned, both from the impact and the sudden exposure! But Hannah’s not giving her any respite, keeping her pinned against the ropes with her fists still flying inwards, each one pushing Amy further into the ropes! Oh how the turn tables, with the referee having to pry the snarling Vixen off the champ when the bell sounds! Hopefully, Willerton can recover from this, but the damage might already be done, with Amy breathing hard and collapsing onto her knees by the ropes, hugging her bruised body! The Brit’s corner will have to do their best to patch her pride back together again, but at least she lives to fight another round!
ROUND 8:
From the get-go, both girls are at each other’s throats, as though they've only JUST started this fight! Hannah looks determined to take the center of the ring with a wide stride over the hot dunes, but Amy, ever the fighter, doesn't give her any ground either! The result? Two alpha blondes meeting in the center with a fierce CLASH of grunts, punches flying in every direction, as well as hair and sweat off their skin! Within the first thirty seconds, they descend into another close quarters brawl, their bodies pressed tightly up against the other in a messy clinch. The proximity only increases the intensity, as both women go for the other girl’s body and chest, gloves thudding repeatedly against taut bellies, each trying to wind the other and buckle the knees, and gain the upper hand in this wild contest. Arms wrapped around arms or under the shoulders, Hannah manages to pack a glove right below Amy's navel, the leather making a visible indent on the champ’s already bruised abdomen! The effect is immediate and devastating, with Amy's eyes widening in shock and short but painful GASP escaping from her pursed lips! Then, her entire frame goes rigid before ANOTHER uppercut lands square to the base of her chin, this time ROCKING her upwards and back! THERE THE CHAMP GOES, flying briefly off her feet before she HITS the sand dunes with a concrete THUDD! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN for the challenger, with Ferguson left hunched over and breathing hard herself from the entirety of this fight!
The referee starts the count, his voice cutting through the roar of the ocean waves and the hushed anticipation of the spectators. And Amy, despite the agonizing pain, tries immediately to rise, first attempting to pull her head and back off the uneven sand, but that tortured torso is not helping her at all, with the Queen seen wincing with every twist and contortion of her abs. Still, her spirit is willing, and her determination evident in the grit of her teeth and the strain in her eyes. But her body, betrayed by that one, precise punch, simply refuses to cooperate past a certain point of her recovery! Meanwhile, Hannah watches from the neutral corner with a mixture of delicious triumph and quiet anticipation, her sweat-gleaned body also having been tested by fire. But at the end of the referee's ten-count, it’s one blonde’s body remaining standing, and the other’s fallen back to her knees, then her side, with Amy Willerton still cradling her midsection in agony! It’s all OVER, and we have a NEW champion!!
Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Amy Willerton via KO8! Hannah Ferguson is the NEW Queen of the Beach!
AFTER:
“Tits up, huh?! I’ll show you TITS f*cking UP!!” Hannah immediately bellows from across the ring, her gaze not having left Amy’s crumbling form for one second throughout the entire referee’s count.
The crowd, still in a state of heightened excitement from the match's thrilling conclusion, barely has time to register Hannah's intentions before she's already moving forward, still in action! Their attention had been on Hannah, expecting some kind of triumphant celebration or victorious dance. But instead, Hannah's intense focus is solely on her vanquished opponent, an evident thirst for retribution in her eyes!
Discarding her gloves carelessly, Hannah storms back across the sand, her approach casting a looming shadow over the still-recovering Amy. As she nears, without a moment's hesitation, she lunges down, her fingers weaving into the tousled locks of Willerton's blonde hair, giving a sharp tug. Amy, disoriented from the fight's conclusion, emits a startled yelp, her gloved hands instinctively reaching up in an attempt to free herself.
With a strength fueled by pent-up aggression, Hannah manages to pull a dazed Amy up to shaky feet. The blonde contenders now stand nose-to-nose, lips almost grazing, as the vanquished champion is forced to meet the gaze of her rival, even as the world tilts unsteadily around her.
"There's the 'Mighty' champion," Hannah sneers, her hot breath fanning across Amy's face. The mockery in her tone is unmistakable. "Thought you could best me a second time? Guess you needed another lesson." Her gloating is cut short as she uses her free hand to send a stinging slap across Amy's face, turning her head to the side with its force. The sound resonates across the beach, further captivating the audience. Willerton's eyes water from the slap, but the fieriness in them doesn't diminish, even if her body can't currently match that spirit.
Hannah, spotting the defiance still smoldering in Amy's eyes, reels back her free arm and sends a brutal punch into the center of Willerton's exposed abdomen. The force behind the punch forces the air out of Amy's lungs in a desperate gasp, her body involuntarily folding over Hannah's fist. The divot of her navel temporarily takes on the shape of Hannah's knuckles, the surrounding skin reddening from the impact.
But Hannah isn’t done. With Amy doubled over, she lands a knee straight to the lower belly, driving further wind from Willerton's already gasping lungs. The blow forces a choked cry from Amy, her hands instinctively moving to shield her stomach. Hannah uses this opportunity to smack Willerton's face with a backhand, then a forehand slap, turning her cheeks a bright, angry red.
Forcing Amy upright by the hair once more, Hannah looks deep into her eyes, seeing the mix of pain, humiliation, and defiance. "Don’t think you need these any more, do you?" Hannah coos, her fingers delicately tracing the wrists of Amy's gloved hands. The tugging motion is slow, almost agonizingly so, as the glove slides inch by inch off Amy's hand. The soft leather clings to Amy's fingers for a moment, seeming to resist the removal, before it finally comes free.
Amy's sapphire eyes, clouded with a mix of pain and dizziness, flicker with momentary clarity as she feels the intimate touch of Hannah's fingers on her wrists. The slight pressure of Hannah's nails against her skin, combined with the sensation of her tight leather gloves being gradually pulled off, sends shivers through her body. Her breathing grows ragged, each inhale broken by the soft press of Hannah's thighs against her own hips. Pinned firmly to the ropes, her back arches instinctively, a futile effort to reclaim some semblance of control. As the leather slides off, the cool breeze from the sea brushes against her exposed palms.
"Ready for the main event?" Hannah teases, her fingers dancing playfully around the knots that hold Amy's bikini top in place. Each tug is exaggerated, drawn out to maximize the vulnerability coursing through Willerton's body.
The sun, now descending, casts a golden hue over the two fighters, when Hannah finally takes a firm hold of Amy's bikini straps and gives a powerful yank, the bikini top coming loose and revealing Amy's naked chest. The once proud and defiant fighter now stands exposed, her glistening skin reflecting the sun's harsh light. Her breasts, pale from the shade provided by her bikini, now shimmer with perspiration, though one forearm immediately goes to cradle and cover up her cleavage protectively.
The crowd's reaction is immediate. Gasps of shock mingle with a few appreciative whistles, the atmosphere thick with tension. Some spectators shout in protest, demanding an end to the unsanctioned after-match display, while others simply turn away, uncomfortable with the intimate revenge unfolding before their eyes.
And while the searing heat of humiliation rushes to Amy's face as her bikini top is discarded by Hannah onto the sand, the exposure only refuels the fire within the former champion. With a squeal of rage, Amy lashes out, the back of her free hand connecting solidly with the side of Hannah's face in a vicious strike that leaves a red imprint on her cheek. The unexpected blow sends a shockwave through Hannah's head, her eyes briefly glazing over.
Taking advantage, Amy's fingers dive into the golden locks of her adversary, twisting and pulling Hannah inwards with a vengeful force. Hannah finds herself being reeled forward and into the same embarrassing and compromising embrace she had just trapped Willerton in, but now with Amy's bare breasts pressed firmly into her face! Hannah's breath comes out muffled against the soft flesh, her eyes wide with surprise and anger.
Amy, with adrenaline pumping through her veins, takes control of the moment. "How's that taste, champ?" she asks, her tone dripping with malicious glee. She can feel Hannah's hot breaths against her, each inhale and exhale slightly muffled by her exposed skin. The sensation sends a shiver of vindication down her spine, reminding her of the humiliation she had just endured.
Quickly, she spins Hannah around, forcing the now dazed champion back into the makeshift ropes. Amy’s thighs press into Hannah’s, her hips pinning the taller girl securely in place. With one arm, she keeps Hannah's face smothered against her chest, while the other forms a tight, determined fist. Then, she begins to drive punches into Hannah's vulnerable belly, each punch forcing a muffled groan from the Vixen’s lips.
With the little strength she can muster, Hannah’s hands snake up, fingers latching onto Amy's tousled blonde locks, tugging with increasing desperation. Each yank is accompanied by a muffled plea or curse into the flesh that smothers her. Hannah's other hand balls into a fist, and even in her weakened state, aims for Amy’s exposed chest. The punches, though lacking their usual force, still land with enough weight to make Amy flinch.
But it’s not going to stop Amy’s blows from digging deeper and deeper into the curves of Hannah's toned abdomen. With every drilling punch, Hannah’s resistance weakens, her once confident stance faltering, her knees buckling, the rest of her proud body shuddering with a jolt. Her body bends, curling inwards in a bid to protect herself from the onslaught, and when Amy delivers a fifth uppercut into her stomach, Hannah is left precariously perched, her butt on the middle ropes, her frame practically folded in half.
Amy eases her grip, allowing Hannah’s stunned face to glide slowly off her breasts, leaving a trail of moist warmth from her parted and panting lips. Then, gravity claims her, as Hannah tumbles between the ropes and onto the sand dunes outside! The sunlight refracts off the fine grains of sand, making them glisten and shimmer as they cling to Hannah’s damp skin. Landing on her back, the imprint of her writhing form is clear against the otherwise pristine dunes. Her normally golden skin is now specked with patches of sandy residue, and her chest, glistening with perspiration, heaves dramatically, her breasts rising and falling with each labored breath.
In the ring, Amy stands slightly bent over, each breath making her own chest expand and contract, as the referee retrieves her bikini top and hands it to her. Although Amy goes to slide it back on, her eyes remain fixed on Hannah, with her intentions clear, as she starts to climb through the ropes, aiming to exact more punishment on her foe, though it’s already undeniable that the British model has, in a way, fulfilled her brash promise from earlier: she’s left Hannah "tits up in the sand" indeed!
However, the ring officials, alarmed by the escalating conflict, quickly intercede. Rushing forward, they drape beach towels over both fighters, covering their exposed torsos and herding them towards opposite ends of the beach. Hannah is slowly attended to by the medics, and the two blondes can still be seen glaring fiercely at one another moments later, venom in their eyes.
Once backstage, reporters and camera crews scramble to get the first words from the two fighters. Hannah, now somewhat composed but still visibly triumphant, takes her moment in the spotlight. "I'm the Queen of the Beach now," she declares confidently, a hint of smugness in her tone. "This beach is mine, and I intend to defend it for a long time to come. Willerton can try her luck again, but the results will just be the same."
On the other side, a seething Amy takes a deep breath and looks straight into the camera, her anger still burning. "This isn't over," she promises. "I'll be back, and when I am, I'll reclaim my title. Hannah won't be queen for long, and next time, I’ll be happy to leave her tits up in the sand all over again, just like I did tonight."
Amy:
(31, 5’9, 19:7 FCBA, League of Mighty Women)
Hannah:
(30, 5’10, 130, 90:24 FCBA, VIXENs)
BEFORE:
The event room is packed to the brim with journalists, photographers, fans, and members from both fighters' teams. The spotlight is on the stage with two chairs, a table, and microphones set up. Posters of both fighters serve as the backdrop of Hannah Ferguson and Amy Willerton in fierce boxing poses.
Amy arrives first from the side, wearing a white sleeveless dress, highlighting her toned arms and midriff hugging curves. The golden "Queen of the Beach" title belt draped over her shoulder gleams under the event lights, a clear message of her intent to keep it by the end of this evening’s festivities.
Soon after, Hannah Ferguson walks in, radiating confidence of her own, with her long flowing gold locks about her shoulders. Her own blue, form-fitting dress compliments her statuesque frame, and there's a sudden chill in the room the moment she locks eyes with Amy.
Hannah, smirking, leans into her mic, "Last time we met, Amy got lucky. But come tomorrow, she'll be tasting the sand."
Amy retorts sharply, "I remember riding you around the ring, Hannah. Ready for another round?"
The room erupts in a chorus of cheers and boos. The tension escalates to a point where both fighters stand up abruptly, knocking their chairs back. They're nose-to-nose, staring each other down, each daring the other to make the first move.
Hannah leans in further this time, her voice dripping with condescension. "I remember someone clinging to my back like a lost child. Get ready to be put back in your place."
At this, Amy's patience shatters. "Oh, you mean when I made you my horse? Let’s see who's riding whom tomorrow."
Hannah's face contorts in rage, and before anyone can react, she lashes out, delivering a stinging SLAP to Amy's face! And the sound reverberates through the room, and a collective gasp echoes in response! Amy's eyes widen in shock momentarily, but then they narrow, before the Queen of the Beach surges forward, lunging for Hannah's hair!
Both blondes are clawing at each other, tussling in a whirlwind of rage and blonde locks! Chairs are knocked over, water glasses spill, and the table skids a few inches from the force of their struggle. Eventually, the security team manages to pull the two fighters apart, each of them breathing heavily, their faces flushed with a mix of anger and adrenaline. They continue to shout insults at each other, each woman promising to settle the score in the beach ring.
A day later, the setting on the beach is picturesque. Waves crash against the shore as spectators form a ring around the makeshift boxing arena. The sun casts a golden hue over the scene, making the sand glisten, with the wooden stakes and frayed ropes marking the boundaries of this unique battleground and defense for the Queen of the Beach title.
Amy, the defending champion, makes her entrance first. Wearing a gold bikini, reflecting her champion status, she strides confidently to the ring. Her bikini top is held together by thin strings, showing off her well-sculpted abs, while her bottom is high-cut, showcasing her toned legs. She waves to her fans, fists wrapped and ready in matching gold boxing gloves.
Hannah, not to be outdone, enters next. Her bikini is a deep shade of emerald, contrasting beautifully with her sun-kissed skin. The bikini top is a classic triangle cut, and her bottoms are tied on the sides with playful tassels.Her blue boxing gloves are wound tightly around each fist.
Reporters surround Hannah as she makes her final preparations by the apron, and a final statement, "This isn't just about the Queen of the Beach title. It's about pride. When I'm done with Amy tonight, not only will I have KO'd her, but I'll ensure she takes a ride across these sand dunes with me on her back, just like last time. Amy's reign is about to come to a crashing end."
A short distance away, Amy hears Hannah's proclamation and scoffs. Surrounded by her own entourage of journalists, she smirks and retorts, "Hannah's all talk. Remember the last time? I dominated her. And tonight, I'm going to make sure she's flat on her back, and leave her jugs up in the sand, for everyone to see and admire.”
Finally in the ring, both blondes get into their fighting stances! There’s the bell and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Welterweight action! This here’s for the Queen of the Beach title!
ROUND 1:
The sun has sunk a bit further, casting longer shadows across the sandy ring as Amy and Hannah step from their respective corners, their feet sinking slightly into the sand with each stride. Hannah, bested in their previous match, appears hungry and eager to reestablish her dominance. She starts aggressively, darting forward with a series of jabs. However, Amy seems to anticipate this strategy, surprising many with her nimbleness, evading the punches with fluidity while launching her own series of successful counterattacks. The sound of leather meeting flesh resonates across the beach as Amy's jabs connect repeatedly with Hannah's face and body. It becomes clear early on that Amy isn't merely on the defensive; using the soft sand to her advantage, she lures Hannah in, only to sidestep at the last moment, causing Hannah to miss and overreach, leaving her exposed to Amy's powerful right hook to the arms. As the round progresses, Hannah's frustration becomes evident. Every time she thinks she has Amy cornered against the ropes, the defending champ slips away, often landing a stinging punch to her cheek in the process. By the end of the round, Hannah's face shows the red marks of several of Amy's punches, while Amy remains largely untouched. The crowd roars in approval, especially the fans of the League of Mighty Women, as Amy returns to her corner, her confidence on display.
ROUND 2:
Hannah, still smarting from the dominance shown by Amy in the first, comes out of her corner with renewed fire in her eyes. It's clear she's adjusted her strategy, and she immediately begins using her height and reach advantage to keep Amy at bay. She starts with a series of quick jabs, which land effectively on Amy's face. The sand underfoot seems less of a hindrance to Hannah now, as she pivots and moves with a dancer's grace, maintaining distance and yet pressing the attack. Amy, trying to get inside and recreate the magic of the first round, finds herself thwarted at every turn. Each time she tries to close the distance, Hannah's long arms meet her, either with a fist or a deft parry.Midway through the round, Hannah connects with a particularly brutal combination - a left hook followed by a straight right, both landing flush on Amy's jaw. The impact causes Amy's head to snap back, and she stumbles slightly, the soft sand betraying her for a moment. The crowd gasps, sensing the tide of the match might be turning. Hannah presses the attack, landing several body shots that visibly wind Amy, each thud resonating with the sound of gloved fist meeting flesh. As the seconds tick down, Amy does manage to land a few counterpunches to the side of the head, but they lack the power and precision of the first round. Soon, the bell rings, ending the round, but not before Hannah lands one last stinging jab to Amy's nose. As both fighters head to their corners, it's clear that this round has been the Vixen’s. Amy's corner team works quickly, trying to reduce the swelling on her face and boost her morale.
ROUND 3:
If the previous round was all about Hannah's resurgence, this one begins with Amy showing the same ferocity that won her the title in the first place. Her every step on the sandy canvas is quick and deliberate, and right from the off, Amy starts targeting Hannah's body with low lunges and swings to the Vixen’s side. She ducks for a second and lets fly with a succession of rib-cracking hooks off the torso, each one landing with a thud, causing Hannah to grunt in discomfort. While Hannah tries to use her superior reach to keep Amy at bay, Willerton is relentless, weaving in and out and avoiding her foe’s light punches, getting in close enough to ram her own inwards with pinpoint precision. As the clock nears the end of the first minute, Amy manages to back Hannah up against the makeshift ropes, with the frayed, thick ribbons digging into Hannah's back. Hannah struggles but Willerton stuns her with an illegal elbow thrust to the windpipe, before holding the Vixen in place and zeroing in on her midsection, using it as a target!! The first punch, a sharp left, buries itself deep into Hannah's tummy, causing her to gasp.Then, it’s a methodical work-over of the rest of her frame, Amy sending hook after hook into the toned torso. Hannah's face contorts with each blow, her eyes flashing with pain and defiance, her normally sun-kissed skin starting to redden from the onslaught. As the punches continue, she tries desperately to clinch up and fight back, aiming to wrap Amy up and halt the barrage, and in doing so, drops her hands just slightly… But it’s the opening Amy’s been waiting for, the Brit feigning another shot to the body low, and when Hannah moves to protect her ribs, Amy changes direction, delivering a crushing uppercut to Hannah's chin instead! OUCH!! The force of the blow sends the alpha blonde staggering back, her legs buckling beneath her, before she crashes down onto the sand, a cloud of dust rising around her! It’s an early KNOCKDOWN for the Queen of the Beach herself!
With Hannah down on all fours, struggling to regain her composure, Amy can't resist the chance to flaunt her dominance a little more! The Queen of the Beach quickly moves closer to the fallen Vixen, straddling her splayed back with those long legs on either side of her torso. Then, grabbing a handful of Hannah’s blonde hair, Amy pulls the stunned girl’s face upwards and back, mimicking how their previous encounter ended. "Looks familiar, doesn't it, Hannah?" Amy taunts, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness.
The referee, however, seeing this blatant breach of decorum, and rushes over to try and push Amy away, before directing her back to the neutral corner to start the count. By the count of 7, however, Hannah manages to pull herself back upright, a new fire burning in her eyes at the humiliation suffered thus far!
ROUND 4:
It's evident from the get-go that the previous round's knockdown has awakened something ferocious within Hannah! The Golden Girl strides forth with determination, her eyes locked on Amy, determined to get payback for her earlier treatment! The champion, however, looks slightly more cautious, sensing that Hannah has found a second wind. They meet in the center of the sandy canvas, probing jabs at the head and body, attempting to gauge the other's state of things. Suddenly, it’s Amy who lunges in with a fierce right hook, aimed for the head. But Hannah easily ducks under and counters with a wicked hook of her own to Amy’s exposed midsection! PUHH! And it's the spark that lights the powder keg! Almost instantly, the two fighters tangle up in the center of the ring, their gloved hands grasping at shoulders and waistlines, and occasionally one would wrap an arm around the neck of the other, trying to gain a positional advantage. The referee, wary of the mounting aggression, stays close, ready to intervene if things escalate too far. And the audience is treated to an intense in-fighting clinic! With each girl in close quarters, they use sharp, precise punches that ram into each other’s abdomens, causing both fighters to grimace and grunt in pain. Spotting an opening, Amy pivots slightly and delivers a particularly vicious hook directly to Hannah's chest, the punch so powerful that it sends Hannah's breast momentarily spilling out of its bikini confines! The sudden shock registered in Hannah's wide eyes and gasping mouth, with the audience also responding with a mixture of cheers and gasps. But Hannah doesn't stay stunned for long, retaliating with a swift, focused blow of her own, her glove packed into the soft paunch just above Amy's belly button, and sinking deep into the flesh. The surprise force of the punch causes Willerton to fold over, groaning audibly, and as she lurches forward, her face coming close to Hannah's chest, her parted lips inadvertently brushing against the upper curves of Hannah's semi-exposed breast. Every so often, these two break apart slightly, only for their mutual animosity to pull them back into the fray, their faces inches apart, eyes locked in mutual disdain for each other, lips occasionally curling into a snarl as another particularly solid punch lands. Hannah, perhaps driven by the memory of how their last bout went, continues to DRIVE Amy backwards with every follow-up strike to her midsection, keeping the British blonde bent over and shuddering in her arms. Amy’s feet struggle to find stable ground, and she gets forced into the ropes and to cover up best she can. By the time the bell rings, both women are gasping, their bodies marked by the ferocity of their exchange. Amy's midsection is red and slightly swollen, but Hannah also sports a redness on her face and sides of her chest. Both blondes shoot glowering looks at each other, knowing that the round was closely contested, but it's Hannah who exits with a small margin.
ROUND 5:
And here comes Amy Willerton, out of her corner with a reinvigorated step! She knows she's got ground to make up and wastes no time, advancing straight towards Ferguson and right back to peppering her arms with jab combos. This time, however, Amy looks like she’s going on the offensive, shifting her focus to Hannah's belly, with her gloves finding their mark again and again, pounding into that well-toned stomach with rapid-fire jabs and side swings The sound of leather meeting flesh fills the air, each thud echoing Hannah’s painful grimaces, the sheer number of attacks compressing into her abdomen, sending ripples across her skin and forcing her back step by step. In retaliation, however, Hannah is the one targeting the Brit’s breasts, looking to gain a measure of revenge for the previous round. The Vixen’s gloves strike home a few times, eliciting wincing reactions from Amy and sending her orbs jolting precariously from side to side, but Hannah’s attacks lack the kind of sustained pressure needed to slow Amy down. At least at this crucial point in the fight! The clock winds down toward the end of the round, and Amy flashes a cunning grin, throwing a feint high to the head before letting loose a devastating blow that lands squarely below Hannah's navel. The impact is paralyzing; with Hannah's eyes immediately widening in shock, her entire body freezing and stumbling back upon the sand dunes. The referee didn’t see that low blow, and that’s just the way Willerton likes it! The Queen of the Beach continues to dig her gloves deep into Hannah's belly button, driving the alpha blonde back across the ring, and groaning. Ferguson has no choice but to clinch up with her latest rival against the ropes, but that doesn’t stop Willerton from sticking her right glove into her paunch, leather grinding into her bruises, deliberately twisting her wrist slightly to shove the fabric further into the soft, trembling flesh of her opponent's stomach. Hannah's knees nearly buckle under the excruciating sensation, with her own arms wrapped around WIllerton’s shoulders, and the rest of her frame practically melting into Amy's waiting embrace, left gasping for air. Thankfully, the bell rings soon after, giving Willerton another dominant round. The referee forces the separation, having to physically pry Willerton off and shoving her back into a neutral corner to give Hannah a moment to regain her senses! So far, the British blonde looks poised to recapture her title!
ROUND 6:
The confidence is absolutely visible in Amy's stride forwards, the League of Mighty Women starlet riding high off the last round's success, and the gleam in her eyes makes it clear she intends to maintain control for this one. On the other hand, Hannah appears to be still reeling from the previous onslaught, her corner having packed her torso down with ice in between rounds, but parts of it still sporting nasty red welts. Still, the former Welterweight champ marches forth, approaching with both arms up and determined to fight on. But it's Amy who still takes the lead from the very start. She absorbs a brave cross hand from Ferguson to the arms before switching angles and catching her foe back across the chin with a stray hook. And each time Hannah tries to mount a return offense, Amy simply parries or sidesteps, making the taller woman swing at the empty air. Ferguson’s desperation is gonna cost her in the long-run, and arguably, few girls have tested her in the same way that Amy is now, her jabs stinging into the temple or nose, every hook resonating off her torso with a lurch and grunt, with Hannah's belly, already tender from the last round, remaining a frequent target. Late in the round, Amy's continued strategy pays off, as more leather bashes into tummy flesh to fully incapacitate the Golden Girl, leaving Hannah grunting and bleating out air, backpedaling whilst hugging her body, her own attacks becoming more sporadic and less coordinated. Willerton attempts to walk her again into the ropes, pushing her back several steps with a mighty straight cross to the center of her arms, but Hannah has the good sense now to quickly rebound and skirt away, her chest still heaving. When the bell sounds, it’s crystal clear that this was Amy's round through and through. As far as the Brit is concerned, she has her title in the bag, strutting back to her corner with a wide smile on her face!
ROUND 7:
Something’s noticeably different about Hannah as the bell rings for the seventh! The hunger, the drive, and the desire for vengeance is suddenly back in spades! Perhaps it's the urgency of the situation, knowing she's behind on points, or maybe it's something her rumored lover Steve Boyd said to her in between rounds, she’s quickly off her stool and pounding those gloves together, no doubt practicing for when she gets her actual gloves on Willerton. By contrast, Amy starts the round confidently on her own, riding the shutout wave from the previous round. But she soon finds out that this isn't the same Hannah from the last couple of clashes…. Hannah stays defensive in the first minute, blocking or dodging her punches before countering with slick return jabs to her face. Every punch Ferguson throws is meant to hurt and humiliate, at one point snapping a clean overhand straight into the middle of Amy’s face, which snaps her head back with a grunt. Finally, Amy tries to keep her at bay, the pain still throbbing above, using return jabs to flourish. But the Vixen simply ignores the light taps and thrusts her own fists down south, prodding Amy's belly with hungry precision. Each glove sinks deeper and deeper into the champion’s toned abs, forcing the wind from her sails, effectively bending her forward with every successful jab and hook! It’s Willerton’s turn to be trouble, finding no halt to her foe’s relentless charge into her space, Hannah spitting in her face and tossing more power-packed uppercuts to her chest and sides. This time, Amy’s body can only shudder with quit, with the force behind one of the blows so great that one of her breasts pops right out of her bikini top, leaving her stunned, both from the impact and the sudden exposure! But Hannah’s not giving her any respite, keeping her pinned against the ropes with her fists still flying inwards, each one pushing Amy further into the ropes! Oh how the turn tables, with the referee having to pry the snarling Vixen off the champ when the bell sounds! Hopefully, Willerton can recover from this, but the damage might already be done, with Amy breathing hard and collapsing onto her knees by the ropes, hugging her bruised body! The Brit’s corner will have to do their best to patch her pride back together again, but at least she lives to fight another round!
ROUND 8:
From the get-go, both girls are at each other’s throats, as though they've only JUST started this fight! Hannah looks determined to take the center of the ring with a wide stride over the hot dunes, but Amy, ever the fighter, doesn't give her any ground either! The result? Two alpha blondes meeting in the center with a fierce CLASH of grunts, punches flying in every direction, as well as hair and sweat off their skin! Within the first thirty seconds, they descend into another close quarters brawl, their bodies pressed tightly up against the other in a messy clinch. The proximity only increases the intensity, as both women go for the other girl’s body and chest, gloves thudding repeatedly against taut bellies, each trying to wind the other and buckle the knees, and gain the upper hand in this wild contest. Arms wrapped around arms or under the shoulders, Hannah manages to pack a glove right below Amy's navel, the leather making a visible indent on the champ’s already bruised abdomen! The effect is immediate and devastating, with Amy's eyes widening in shock and short but painful GASP escaping from her pursed lips! Then, her entire frame goes rigid before ANOTHER uppercut lands square to the base of her chin, this time ROCKING her upwards and back! THERE THE CHAMP GOES, flying briefly off her feet before she HITS the sand dunes with a concrete THUDD! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN for the challenger, with Ferguson left hunched over and breathing hard herself from the entirety of this fight!
The referee starts the count, his voice cutting through the roar of the ocean waves and the hushed anticipation of the spectators. And Amy, despite the agonizing pain, tries immediately to rise, first attempting to pull her head and back off the uneven sand, but that tortured torso is not helping her at all, with the Queen seen wincing with every twist and contortion of her abs. Still, her spirit is willing, and her determination evident in the grit of her teeth and the strain in her eyes. But her body, betrayed by that one, precise punch, simply refuses to cooperate past a certain point of her recovery! Meanwhile, Hannah watches from the neutral corner with a mixture of delicious triumph and quiet anticipation, her sweat-gleaned body also having been tested by fire. But at the end of the referee's ten-count, it’s one blonde’s body remaining standing, and the other’s fallen back to her knees, then her side, with Amy Willerton still cradling her midsection in agony! It’s all OVER, and we have a NEW champion!!
Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Amy Willerton via KO8! Hannah Ferguson is the NEW Queen of the Beach!
AFTER:
“Tits up, huh?! I’ll show you TITS f*cking UP!!” Hannah immediately bellows from across the ring, her gaze not having left Amy’s crumbling form for one second throughout the entire referee’s count.
The crowd, still in a state of heightened excitement from the match's thrilling conclusion, barely has time to register Hannah's intentions before she's already moving forward, still in action! Their attention had been on Hannah, expecting some kind of triumphant celebration or victorious dance. But instead, Hannah's intense focus is solely on her vanquished opponent, an evident thirst for retribution in her eyes!
Discarding her gloves carelessly, Hannah storms back across the sand, her approach casting a looming shadow over the still-recovering Amy. As she nears, without a moment's hesitation, she lunges down, her fingers weaving into the tousled locks of Willerton's blonde hair, giving a sharp tug. Amy, disoriented from the fight's conclusion, emits a startled yelp, her gloved hands instinctively reaching up in an attempt to free herself.
With a strength fueled by pent-up aggression, Hannah manages to pull a dazed Amy up to shaky feet. The blonde contenders now stand nose-to-nose, lips almost grazing, as the vanquished champion is forced to meet the gaze of her rival, even as the world tilts unsteadily around her.
"There's the 'Mighty' champion," Hannah sneers, her hot breath fanning across Amy's face. The mockery in her tone is unmistakable. "Thought you could best me a second time? Guess you needed another lesson." Her gloating is cut short as she uses her free hand to send a stinging slap across Amy's face, turning her head to the side with its force. The sound resonates across the beach, further captivating the audience. Willerton's eyes water from the slap, but the fieriness in them doesn't diminish, even if her body can't currently match that spirit.
Hannah, spotting the defiance still smoldering in Amy's eyes, reels back her free arm and sends a brutal punch into the center of Willerton's exposed abdomen. The force behind the punch forces the air out of Amy's lungs in a desperate gasp, her body involuntarily folding over Hannah's fist. The divot of her navel temporarily takes on the shape of Hannah's knuckles, the surrounding skin reddening from the impact.
But Hannah isn’t done. With Amy doubled over, she lands a knee straight to the lower belly, driving further wind from Willerton's already gasping lungs. The blow forces a choked cry from Amy, her hands instinctively moving to shield her stomach. Hannah uses this opportunity to smack Willerton's face with a backhand, then a forehand slap, turning her cheeks a bright, angry red.
Forcing Amy upright by the hair once more, Hannah looks deep into her eyes, seeing the mix of pain, humiliation, and defiance. "Don’t think you need these any more, do you?" Hannah coos, her fingers delicately tracing the wrists of Amy's gloved hands. The tugging motion is slow, almost agonizingly so, as the glove slides inch by inch off Amy's hand. The soft leather clings to Amy's fingers for a moment, seeming to resist the removal, before it finally comes free.
Amy's sapphire eyes, clouded with a mix of pain and dizziness, flicker with momentary clarity as she feels the intimate touch of Hannah's fingers on her wrists. The slight pressure of Hannah's nails against her skin, combined with the sensation of her tight leather gloves being gradually pulled off, sends shivers through her body. Her breathing grows ragged, each inhale broken by the soft press of Hannah's thighs against her own hips. Pinned firmly to the ropes, her back arches instinctively, a futile effort to reclaim some semblance of control. As the leather slides off, the cool breeze from the sea brushes against her exposed palms.
"Ready for the main event?" Hannah teases, her fingers dancing playfully around the knots that hold Amy's bikini top in place. Each tug is exaggerated, drawn out to maximize the vulnerability coursing through Willerton's body.
The sun, now descending, casts a golden hue over the two fighters, when Hannah finally takes a firm hold of Amy's bikini straps and gives a powerful yank, the bikini top coming loose and revealing Amy's naked chest. The once proud and defiant fighter now stands exposed, her glistening skin reflecting the sun's harsh light. Her breasts, pale from the shade provided by her bikini, now shimmer with perspiration, though one forearm immediately goes to cradle and cover up her cleavage protectively.
The crowd's reaction is immediate. Gasps of shock mingle with a few appreciative whistles, the atmosphere thick with tension. Some spectators shout in protest, demanding an end to the unsanctioned after-match display, while others simply turn away, uncomfortable with the intimate revenge unfolding before their eyes.
And while the searing heat of humiliation rushes to Amy's face as her bikini top is discarded by Hannah onto the sand, the exposure only refuels the fire within the former champion. With a squeal of rage, Amy lashes out, the back of her free hand connecting solidly with the side of Hannah's face in a vicious strike that leaves a red imprint on her cheek. The unexpected blow sends a shockwave through Hannah's head, her eyes briefly glazing over.
Taking advantage, Amy's fingers dive into the golden locks of her adversary, twisting and pulling Hannah inwards with a vengeful force. Hannah finds herself being reeled forward and into the same embarrassing and compromising embrace she had just trapped Willerton in, but now with Amy's bare breasts pressed firmly into her face! Hannah's breath comes out muffled against the soft flesh, her eyes wide with surprise and anger.
Amy, with adrenaline pumping through her veins, takes control of the moment. "How's that taste, champ?" she asks, her tone dripping with malicious glee. She can feel Hannah's hot breaths against her, each inhale and exhale slightly muffled by her exposed skin. The sensation sends a shiver of vindication down her spine, reminding her of the humiliation she had just endured.
Quickly, she spins Hannah around, forcing the now dazed champion back into the makeshift ropes. Amy’s thighs press into Hannah’s, her hips pinning the taller girl securely in place. With one arm, she keeps Hannah's face smothered against her chest, while the other forms a tight, determined fist. Then, she begins to drive punches into Hannah's vulnerable belly, each punch forcing a muffled groan from the Vixen’s lips.
With the little strength she can muster, Hannah’s hands snake up, fingers latching onto Amy's tousled blonde locks, tugging with increasing desperation. Each yank is accompanied by a muffled plea or curse into the flesh that smothers her. Hannah's other hand balls into a fist, and even in her weakened state, aims for Amy’s exposed chest. The punches, though lacking their usual force, still land with enough weight to make Amy flinch.
But it’s not going to stop Amy’s blows from digging deeper and deeper into the curves of Hannah's toned abdomen. With every drilling punch, Hannah’s resistance weakens, her once confident stance faltering, her knees buckling, the rest of her proud body shuddering with a jolt. Her body bends, curling inwards in a bid to protect herself from the onslaught, and when Amy delivers a fifth uppercut into her stomach, Hannah is left precariously perched, her butt on the middle ropes, her frame practically folded in half.
Amy eases her grip, allowing Hannah’s stunned face to glide slowly off her breasts, leaving a trail of moist warmth from her parted and panting lips. Then, gravity claims her, as Hannah tumbles between the ropes and onto the sand dunes outside! The sunlight refracts off the fine grains of sand, making them glisten and shimmer as they cling to Hannah’s damp skin. Landing on her back, the imprint of her writhing form is clear against the otherwise pristine dunes. Her normally golden skin is now specked with patches of sandy residue, and her chest, glistening with perspiration, heaves dramatically, her breasts rising and falling with each labored breath.
In the ring, Amy stands slightly bent over, each breath making her own chest expand and contract, as the referee retrieves her bikini top and hands it to her. Although Amy goes to slide it back on, her eyes remain fixed on Hannah, with her intentions clear, as she starts to climb through the ropes, aiming to exact more punishment on her foe, though it’s already undeniable that the British model has, in a way, fulfilled her brash promise from earlier: she’s left Hannah "tits up in the sand" indeed!
However, the ring officials, alarmed by the escalating conflict, quickly intercede. Rushing forward, they drape beach towels over both fighters, covering their exposed torsos and herding them towards opposite ends of the beach. Hannah is slowly attended to by the medics, and the two blondes can still be seen glaring fiercely at one another moments later, venom in their eyes.
Once backstage, reporters and camera crews scramble to get the first words from the two fighters. Hannah, now somewhat composed but still visibly triumphant, takes her moment in the spotlight. "I'm the Queen of the Beach now," she declares confidently, a hint of smugness in her tone. "This beach is mine, and I intend to defend it for a long time to come. Willerton can try her luck again, but the results will just be the same."
On the other side, a seething Amy takes a deep breath and looks straight into the camera, her anger still burning. "This isn't over," she promises. "I'll be back, and when I am, I'll reclaim my title. Hannah won't be queen for long, and next time, I’ll be happy to leave her tits up in the sand all over again, just like I did tonight."
