Hannah Ferguson vs Hailey Clauson (Queen of the Beach Title)
Dec 30, 2023 2:06:44 GMT -6
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Post by Lookout! Boxing on Dec 30, 2023 2:06:44 GMT -6
Hannah Ferguson vs. Hailey Clauson (Queen of the Beach Title)
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
Hannah:
(30, 5’10, 130, 95:24 FCBA, VIXENs)
Hailey:
(27, 5’11, 17:10 FCBA, SIRENs)
BEFORE:
As Winter's chill grips the city of Los Angeles, a stunning transformation unfolds on a stretch of Zuma beach, now fully enclosed by a vast array of large tents and overhead sails. Inside this impressive structure, heaters – large, industrial types mounted on high poles and smaller, more discreet ones scattered around the spectator areas – work in tandem to create a balmy, almost summery atmosphere, dispelling the cold air outside.
This enclosed beach, a marvel of engineering and design, retains the natural charm of the seaside. The sand, soft and warm underfoot, is the original beach sand, now a vast fighting surface bordered by simple wooden stakes acting as ring posts. The ropes of the makeshift ring have been replaced with sturdy, nautical-themed ropes, reminiscent of those used on ships, and the sound of waves nearby crashes rhythmically against the shore, merging with the excited chatter of the audience.
The temporary press tent is charged with anticipation for our next fight. Journalists and fans have gathered in beach chairs and the rafters, eager to witness the clash between Hannah Ferguson, the reigning Queen of the Beach, and Hailey Clauson, the JMDD Champion from the BBU, with the former’s title up for grabs tonight.
Hannah sits at the table with an air of relaxed elegance, her lean frame adorned in a sleek black jumpsuit, her bikini strings peeking through patches of the fabric, accentuating her athletic physique. A glint of determination sparkles in her eyes as she gazes at the sandy arena through the clear panels of the tent.
Addressing the media, Hannah’s voice resonates with confidence. "I've faced Hailey head-on before, and want to remind everyone that I've ALWAYS come out on top. The Queen of the Beach title is mine to keep. I've held this title through sweat, sand, and grit, and I don't plan on giving it up anytime soon, especially on my turf. Hailey, prepare to have your jugs beaten to a pulp. Then, I’m gonna smother you out on MY beach.”
By contrast, Clauson exudes calm power from across the room, her broader, curvier form wrapped in a form-fitting white tank top and blue jeans, highlighting her physical advantages. She listens to Hannah’s comments and seems completely unfazed by her threats, having last KO’ed the blonde Vixen and did exactly what she’d just promised to do to her instead.
It’s the challenger who throws the first punch, her fist cutting through the air with a growl and shout of outrage! It's a clear declaration that Hailey won't tolerate any disrespect, even if it means breaking the conventional decorum of a press conference! The punch lands with a resounding thud against Hannah's shoulder, jolting her sideways. But instantly, Ferguson reacts, her own fists flying back in response. And what was supposed to be a controlled staredown quickly spirals into a wild brawl, with both fighters unleashing a flurry of punches on each other!
Journalists and spectators gasp and scramble, witnessing the sudden chaos on the stage. The press agents and security personnel rush forward, attempting to pry the two embattled fighters apart. Amidst the flurry of fists and flying hair, Hannah and Hailey continue to exchange blows and roll and tumble over the other, their grunts and shouts filling the confines of the tent.
Finally, with considerable effort, the security team manages to separate the two. Both Hannah and Hailey, still seething with adrenaline and fury, are led back to their respective backstage areas. The air remains charged, making it clear that tomorrow's fight on the beach will be more than just a title match - it's personal.
24 hours later, the first to make her entrance is Hannah Ferguson. She strides confidently down the sandy path leading to the ring, her figure silhouetted against the setting sun. Dressed in a sleek, gold-trimmed black bikini that accentuates her toned physique, she moves with the grace of a seasoned fighter. Her long blonde hair is tied back in a practical ponytail, swaying with each step. The black gloves she wears seem almost menacing against the soft hues of the twilight sky. Removing a lightweight, shimmering robe, she earns plenty of wolf whistles from the crowd.
As both fighters complete their last-minute preparations in their respective corners, they wrap their hands, shadowbox to warm up, and exchange final words with their trainers. The sand is pressed and shifted underfoot, a reminder of the unique challenge they face tonight, adding an element of unpredictability to the upcoming bout. In their final moments before the bell, both fighters meet in the center of the ring for one last staredown. Their eyes lock, as Hannah leans in, her voice just loud enough to carry over the sound of the waves: "Ready to eat sand and taste jug, Clauson?"
Hailey smirks, unshaken, replying with equal venom, "I'll be the one riding you to victory tonight. Fake sand or not, perhaps I’ll pull you into the waves once I’m Queen of the Beach."
ROUND 1:
As the round begins, Hannah and Hailey waste no time in meeting in the center of the sandy ring, their feet shifting for maximum traction on the unstable ground. The makeshift beach setting adds a unique challenge, with each movement sending a spray of sand into the air. Hannah wants to hit and move, and avoid getting KO’ed by Clauson’s power after their last disastrous encounter. She also knows that Hailey has been on a roll this year, having been nominated for Fighter of the Year over in the BBU. The Golden Girl darts in quickly, hoping to land a couple of quicker jabs on Hailey's face, the sound "pap-pap" barely audible over the roar of the ocean. Hailey, momentarily stunned by getting so easily tagged, shakes her head and regains her focus. Her retaliation is immediate – a heavy right hook swung high at Hannah's head. But it misses by inches, Hannah's quick duck sending Hailey's fist slicing through the air, disrupting a few stray strands of blonde hair. Hailey, in her blue bikini, channels her frustration into her fists. She drives forward regardless, trying to corner Hannah and go to work on her. A powerful left swing slams into Hannah’s ribs, a solid “thump” under the guard that makes Ferguson wince and momentarily jolt. But the champ is quick to recover, retaliating with a sharp hook off her own to Hailey’s cheek, her fist twisting and disrupting her flow on impact, forcing her head to snap sideways. A stark “crack” echoes over the beach, drawing a collective gasp from the onlookers. Hannah stays light on her feet, circling around the challenger, looking for more openings. Hailey, meanwhile, tries to cut off the ring, her feet digging into the sand, suddenly barreling forth and leaving deep trails as she moves. She lunges at Hannah with another heavy swing, but Hannah slips away, countering with a rapid one-two to Hailey’s midsection, each punch drawing a frustrated grunt. And as the round nears its end, Clauson's face shows the first signs of frustration, her eyes narrowing as she wipes away a bead of sweat mixed with a smear of sand. The bell rings, leaving both fighters breathing heavily, stepping back, assessing each other warily.
ROUND 2:
Clauson launches herself at Ferguson like a bull seeing red and charging! Just like last time, her strategy is that of brute force, trying to pin Hannah into a corner and UNLEASH on the champ, using her adrenaline to put Hannah away and make a statement! Several times Clauson simply barrels into Hannah near the ropes, forcing them to wrestle and jostle for space, all the while burying shots into her body. Hailey’s fists fly in furiously, aiming to keep on stuffing her tummy with leather, not give Hannah any breather, but the Vixen, though trapped, skillfully tucks her arms and elbows in and close to her chest, turning them into a shield that absorbs the brunt of her swings. Still, Hannah's face is etched with worry, as she realizes the daunting speed and growing power of her opponent. Clauson looks driven by a fierce, rabid intensity, relentlessly pursuing Hannah and hammering away at her defenses like a ram. Late in the round, Hannah increases her speed, skirting away before she can get trapped. Then, she counters with tepid hooks of her own, which make impact on Hailey's face and breasts. But this early jug mauling only seems to stoke Clauson’s fire even more, and a wild glint kindling in her eyes, finally cornering Ferguson against the ropes in the final seconds and unleashing dull thuds off her sides and head. Ferguson grunts, her body absorbing the impacts, her arms still doing their best to guard against the assault, but whichever place she moves her arms, she leaves her face open to stiff bashes off the temple or ribs. When the bell rings, both fighters finally withdraw to their corners – Clauson, her breaths deep and labored, her determination as fierce as ever; Ferguson, her mind racing, calculating her next move, fully aware of the challenge ahead.
ROUND 3:
Clauson’s charging forth before the bell even rings proper, her eyes locked onto Hannah with a dangerous glint. Within moments, Hannah falls for a feint to her body, allowing the challenger to DETONATE a haymaker right into the center of her face, the sheer force of the blow echoing through the arena with a "WHAM!" And Hannah staggers back, her guard momentarily shattered by the ferocity and suddenness of the strike! OUCH! Seizing her chance, Clauson THROWS herself forward and after the Golden Girl, her gloves pounding and wailing away at the arms, brutal bashes trying to break apart her defenses and score the bigger blows, making Hannah wince and desperately try to shield herself…. Clauson drives Hannah back against the ropes with much ease this time round, and there, she unleashes her punishment: brutal hooks across the chin that snap Hannah's head to the side, the champion’s arms still flailing in defense, the odd LIFT of the chin with a snap uppercut that grazes the bottom of her jawline. After Hannah hides her face between her arms, Clauson's gloves remain relentless, sinking into her stomach and waistline and drawing out sharp, pained gasps from the Vixen’s lips: "OOMPH! HNNGH!" Her tummy quivers and folds over with each strike, her body language screaming agony as she attempts to weather the assault. In survival mode now, pinned and pummeled mercilessly, Clauson, sensing victory, doubles down on her attack, beginning to target Hannah's breasts, sending them jolting with ruthless hooks, and then going back to raining abuse on Hannah's beleaguered face and belly. The crowd roars, witnessing the brutal domination. Yet, Ferguson, through sheer will, manages to stay upright. In fleeting moments of reprieve, she snaps a few hooks at Hailey's face, hoping to create space or slow the assault. But Clauson shrugs them off, her face barely registering the hits, her momentum undiminished. As the bell rings to signal the end of the round, Hannah leans back against the ropes, her breaths heavy…. Yet, despite the bell ringing rapidly, HAILEY AIN’T DONE! She ignores the referee’s warnings and surges forward, closing the distance into an intimate clinch, arms wrapped around shoulders and chest as their bodies press closely together in the heated struggle. Clauson's glove CONTINUES to punish that quivering tummy, making her body jerk and shudder under the assault, her smug lips moving hot against Hannah's ear, delivering taunting hisses that cut deeper than any physical blow could. "You're mine, Hannah... Can't even fight back, can you?" Finally, at the uproar of the crowd and VIX corner, the referee finally intervenes, pulling Clauson away, allowing Hannah to slump down into the sand dunes, gasping for air, her face contorted in pain. Things AREN’T looking good for the champ!
ROUND 4:
A dramatic reversal of fortunes in the fourth, as Hannah finally faces the challenge with a straight face and doesn’t treat this fight like a backstage brawl. From the get-go, she comes out of the corner with a newfound vigor, a wicked combination catching Hailey on her breasts and chin before a stunning right cross crunches into her nose with a loud “WHAP!” Ferguson continues to have her way,. her gloves flashing into Clauson's face with precise jabs, then descending in a brutal barrage on Hailey's breasts, keeping the big blonde guessing. Clauson wasn’t expecting the assault on her chest, not in this regular challenge, but her breasts are eating leather nonetheless, jolted left and right, barely being contained by her loose top. Later in the round, Clauson attempts to surge in again with the clinch, knows she’s got the body mass and power to wrestle the leaner Hannah down. But Ferguson is having none of it. Not this time. She dances about the charging challenger, showing off her moves with a weave this way and then cuffing hook to the face to stun Clauson that way. Finally, she corners Clauson against the ropes in a cruel reversal of their roles. Clauson looks stunlocked this time, barely holding onto Ferguson’s shoulders and waistline as the champ pummels her across her face and breasts, each hook slammed in accompanied by a snarl and pivot of her hips, as Ferguson puts her power into her fists. Trapped against the ropes, Hailey’s woes continue as Hannah pulls her close, steadying her trembling form with an arm wrapped around her neck and back of the head, her other glove sinking into the pit of her belly, the impact spot where leather meets flesh contorting and carving in, her toned abdominal muscles shuddering and crumpling under the force, creating visible waves across the rest of her stomach. Her body jerks and recoils with every hit, folding slightly over Hannah's fists, only to be straightened again by the ropes' unyielding support. Caught in this punishing cycle, Hailey's breath comes in ragged gasps in dull "THUD! UGH! THUD!" In a taunting gesture, Hannah then shifts her focus to Clauson's breasts, grinning as she shoves her gloves upwards with force, causing Hailey's orbs to bounce and quiver under the onslaught. In between the mauling, Hannah leans in close, her lips pressed into Hailey's ear and cheek. "Speak for yourself, b*tch... Can't handle a real woman, can you?" Likewise, the referee has to pull and tug at Hannah’s shoulder once the bell rings. Clauson slumps over and down to her knees, clutching her torso and sputtering, but the psychological impact of having been dominated still lingers. Both ladies would have fully won a shutout performance if it wasn’t for those illegal hits, but really, neither of them are counting.
ROUND 5:
The tide continues to surge at Hannah’s back, invigorated by her success and wanting to punish Hailey’s tits for ever making contact with her face last time they fought. Sand flies as the champ makes a beeline for the battered challenger, and Hailey, already weakened from the previous rounds, doesn’t seem to have any counter besides those big, lumberous swings at the oncoming Vixen, still trying to employ her power to stun and beat her advance back. But her heaving chest means she’s struggling to keep a firm footing on the shifting sand, each of her overhand swings easily sidestepped by Ferguson before Hailey takes a tucking blow to her stomach or her head whipped to the side by a counter-shot above the eye, Haiey’s attempts to defend herself growing more frantic as she gets herself backs into the corner. There, Hannah catches her across the face with another double-whammy, hooks snapping her head from side to side to stun. Then, the assault on Hailey's body resumes, Hannah’s fists thudding into her midsection, each punch making her body jerk and shudder, those toned stomach muscles clenching and folding under the onslaught. Hailey’s breathing becomes labored, each gasp a struggle as Hannah's gloves repeatedly bury themselves into her flesh, and with nowhere left to go, all she can do is slump back into the thick, abrasive wooden stick, trying to force the clinch by clutching onto her opponent’s shoulders and neck. But this just gives Hannah more room to pummel her breasts from close quarters, her fists swiveling inside and up, jostling those orbs in multiple directions, almost threatening to snap the strings of Hailey’s bikini top. Finally, Hannah pivots her hips and lets fly an uppercut that screams down the middle - KAPOW! Hailey’s chin gets knocked upwards with a brutal SNAP, and then her heaving body follows suit back down, sliding to her butt as she TUMBLES to the sand! It’s a KNOCKDOWN and the first in this fight, from Hannah Ferguson!!
Hailey collapses onto her side, her mouth hanging open and arms hugging her body, half her cheek glued to the dunes. Hannah repeats some ill-fated taunts from above before being ordered to head to the neutral corner. The referee then starts the count, and Clauson is remarkably stirring from her slumber, pushing her heaving body back up with the aid of the ropes, the rest of the makeshift ring straining and groaning on behalf of her spent form. In the end, she summons the strength to steady herself by the count of eight, but clearly on shaky legs, her eyes still glazed over, as she prepares to face Hannah's relentless attack once more.
The referee signals for the continuation of this round, and there’s barely a minute left on the clock. Still, the Vixen senses victory, and CHARGES! Nowhere else to run as Clauson can only cover up against the ropes, doing her utmost to keep her arms up and defenses firm in the face of the referee’s keen eye. Hannah puts her back into each swing and torque of fists crashing into quivering tummy flesh and boob, but Hailey remains standing at the bell, albeit just barely! Frustrated and snarling, Ferguson AIN’T DONE YET! She leans in and wraps her arms around Hailey's head and neck, thighs snaked between thighs, drawing her in close. This intimate clinch leaves Hailey's shocked face just inches from Hannah's chest. There, Hannah's continues to drill her fist up into Hailey's softening midsection, making the flesh quiver and contort with each impact. Hailey's attempts to fight back are desperate but ineffectual. She pushes weakly at Hannah's hips and torso, trying to create some space, to catch a breath, but her efforts are in vain. The champ KNOWS she’s in control, toying with her prey some more by alternately jostling her breasts with her gloves, each move designed to disorient and humiliate, and serve as painful reminders shooting through her tenderized flesh. Upon the ref’s insistence, Hannah finally releases her grip on the battered blonde, but not before giving Hailey one last shove to the shoulders into the frayed turnbuckle. “Just give up, Hailey,” Hannah hisses. “You’re done for…” before the Golden Girl turns back to her corner, leaving Hailey dazed and gasping for air, and barely managing to stay upright.
ROUND 6:
Clauson back to using her larger frame for effect, blocking another of Hannah’s assaults with her locked arms and clenched tummy before clipping the Vixen back with shocking strikes straight to the middle of her face. Hannah getting rocked silly, her lips and nose disappearing into leather with a grunt before Hailey ROCKS her across the face with a low feint left followed by a high-octane bashing hook to the right. Ferguson got too cocky and secure in there, now finding herself beaten backwards and once again trying to mitigate the challenger’s power. No dice, and she’s forced back to the ropes and doubly so to cover up and try and survive the last minute. Clauson licking those lips, hungrily wailing away at arms and torso, another uppercut packed into the belly WHUMP before the challenger surges in and presses highs and hips against Hannah’s, effectively trapping the Golden Girl against the turnbuckle. Hannah's arms flail and push against Hailey in a desperate attempt to create space, but the smother is overwhelming, both big girls heaving and wrestling for control. Clauson's fists go to work, left and right gloves packed into the tummy, making Hannah’s frame lurch forward, her abs contorting under the force of each blow, air expelled from Hannah’s lips in painful grunts. It’s Hailey’s turn to mess with Hannah, at times digging her glove into the pit of her stomach before leaving in there, compressed, twisting the flesh, exacerbating those groans of agony from Ferguson. Then, with a cruel smirk, Clauson shifts her aim upwards, slamming her fist up into Hannah's breasts, making them jolt and sway violently. Hannah bends and folds and jerks under the barrage, her body being tested with each strike. Desperately, she tries to clinch up with Hailey, grasping at her shoulders, attempting to use any leverage to keep herself upright and prevent a knockdown… And through sheer willpower and resilience, she manages to stay on her feet until the bell rings, her body heaving, bruised, and battered, but still defiant in the face of Clauson's overwhelming onslaught. Clauson enjoying her position of dominance, no doubt, a tired smirk plastered on her face as she grips both sides of Hannah’s hair. “You look tired, Hannah. What’s the matter? We’re just getting started.” She then gestures down at her breasts, now inches away from the champ’s face. “Know you can’t wait to get another taste of these…” The referee finally pulls Clauson off, leaving a battered Ferguson to curl up in the corner, slowly struggling to walk back to her team. We’ve passed the halfway mark of this fight, and already both girls have beaten each other silly!
ROUND 7:
Clauson’s heaving but clearly wants the big win tonight. She’s come so far in both the FCBA and BBU, and is mere stepping stones away from a big Welterweight showdown for the eventual title. She pushes forward again, confident in her ability to take Hannah’s punches and then rock her rival silly. Hannah, meanwhile, is skirting the sand dunes, arms up and shooting jab combos at the oncoming freight train… when it HITS with a right cross to the arms, then more and MORE swings just keep coming! Clauson stays on top of the champ, banging away with hooks and overhands, trying to trap Hannah again and put her away for good. The sinker to the side of Hannah’s torso is the hook she needs, with Ferguson groaning and covering up, crumpling to the side. AND HERE COMES HAILEY, stepping in and knocking another big hook to the side of the head, sending Hannah reeling off to the side! Could this be the big moment she’s been waiting for?! Hannah still raising her gloves to try and shield her face, but Clauson bends her over with a sinking uppercut into the lower tummy, before snaking an arm under Hannah's, immobilizing her upright and more vulnerable to her strikes. Here, Clauson's hips and thighs press against Hannah's weakened body, propping her up against the ropes, leaving no room for escape. Then, she POUNDS away at the champ’s weakening breasts and belly, in another series of brutal hooks and uppercuts that land with sickening thuds and whuds, the flesh visibly contorting and quivering under the sheer force of leather packed into skin. Hannah wilting in another deliberating position, can only hold on for dear life as she hugs Hailey close, her lips parting on shoulder each time Hailey churns another fist into the pit of her stomach. Clauson, however, is rapidly losing strength, and her punches are being thrown in weaker and slower, in time also leaning on Hannah’s battered body for support. Then, the challenger decides it’s time: a lumbering uppercut breaks through Hannah's guard and SNAPS her head back and rest of her body against the turnbuckle… and DOWN SHE GOES, Hannah simply collapsing down to the sand with her head lolling to the side, rest of her body pink-marked and heaving! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN for Miss Clauson, who’s put in everything she’s got to making this work! Could this be it?!
Referee herds Clauson to the neutral corner before the big blonde got any bright ideas. There, she rests against the turnbuckle, chest and belly heaving in turn, fighting for stamina. Slowly, Hannah stirs from the sand, eyes closed and breathing hard, showing off her champion's heart by pulling herself back to her feet by the count of 8, her body shaking but her spirit unbroken.
Bell resumes for the final seconds of this round and Clauson, though with daggers in her eyes, simply cannot maintain the same pace as the previous charges. She heads straight for Hannah on the ropes but finds her punches getting blocked as both blondes tear into each other for a good thirty seconds, Hannah mainly trying to stave off disaster as she covers and moves. As the bell rings, both fighters look exhausted and battered, and make their way back to their corners, their bodies telling the story of a brutal and unforgiving round.
ROUND 8:
ROUND 9:
ROUND 10:
“YER TUMMY HAD ENOUGH YET, HANNAH??” Hailey taunts the champ from the corner, gesturing rudely with a glove. “How about I give your pathetic chest the same treatment?!?” she roars, but after nine rounds of grueling action, even her voice is coarse and strained. It’s the final round of this contest, and so far, it’s not looking good for Miss Ferguson, with her title on the line and worse, her pride having been battered and smacked around thus far. She needs a big comeback win in order to secure her throne and beach, with the challenger in the lead in terms of points. Hannah not responding to the threat, wisely staying at a distance and waiting for Clauson to charge at her. And charge she does! Clauson barreling forward with whatever juice she has left, immediately swinging at her head in an attempt to end this on a decisive KO! Hannah digs deep and swerves to avoid them, then planting leather back on Clauson’s chin with left and right dings, slowly rattling away at the Siren’s reserve resolve… Hailey lets out another shout of pain as her head gets rocked to the side, chest and body heaving as she tries to right her ship. Ferguson stays on top of her, calculated strikes to her body sending her bent over and struggling for cover. The Queen of the Beach is back on form, shoving leather up high into the mouth before alternating with straight hands pounding into the quivering tummy to drive Clauson back. Hailey suddenly looks shaken and stirred in the face of the champ’s aggression, desperately trying to cover herself up and survive this last round instead of dominate it. But Ferguson switches to targeting her breasts, her gloves slamming into those free-swinging orbs as though they’re speed bags back in the gym, hammering away and forcing them to jostle violently within the confines of her bikini top. With each strike, Clauson grimaces, her arms trying to shield her body from the relentless attack. All part of the process for Ferguson, who then pivots back and throws a big haymaker to the jawline, which SENDS CLAUSON SPRAWLING into the corner of the makeshift ring, looking stunned and SLACK-JAWED! HERE COMES FERGUSON, looking to make a grand statement to mop up!! The Golden Girl’s fists smack into her torso and breasts, each glove making those jugs bounce and sway wildly until they finally POP OUT OF CLAUSON’S BIKINI TOP, unable to withstand the brutal assault for long!! And Clauson’s face twists into one of abject horror as she tries to defend herself! In the final seconds of the round, each punch to Clauson's now-exposed breasts is a stark, brutal spectacle, Hannah’s gloves mashing into the soft, unprotected tissue, each impact making Clauson’s body shudder, her mouth hanging agape as she emits pained groans - a mix of "AHHH!" and "OOOFF!" As the bell rings, both women have their arms wrapped around each other, not just in aggression but also mutual support, Hailey’s breasts still heaving and tender from the brutal exchange, and Ferguson still snarling into her face, rocking them upwards with uppercuts from deep within the clinch. Both women are torn apart by the referee, who orders them back to their corners for the final decision:
It’s an EVEN scoreboard, ladies and gents, meaning this Queen of the Beach title match is going into OVERTIME!
ROUND 11:
As Round 11 begins, the atmosphere at Zuma Beach is electric, the crowd on the edge of their seats, knowing that the Queen of the Beach title hangs in the balance! Hailey, her breasts now bare, bruised, and exposed from the previous round's brutal exchange, immediately goes on the offensive. She snarls with determination, launching herself at Hannah with a renewed ferocity. The BBU JMDD champ is humiliated, her nostrils flaring, her gaze targeted on Hannah’s own bikini top! With a fierce snarl etched across her face, Clauson closes the gap between them, her first blow landing heavily on Hannah's left orb, sending it jolting sideways with a harsh "THWAP!" The force of the impact is so great that it echoes across the beach, drawing a sharp gasp from Hannah. Unrelenting, Clauson follows up with a vicious hook to the right breast, making it swing wildly in the opposite direction. Hannah's attempts to protect herself are futile, her arms being swept away by Hailey’s power, leaving her exposed in more ways than one… Clauson’s straight cross pancakes her left breast, the impact a thunderclap, the bikini top straining under the force, the fabric being stretched to its limits. A couple more swings inwards has those orbs lifted from their natural perch, bouncing upwards almost violently, then more lefts and rights smashing them inward, deforming the soft flesh with each hit. Finally, in a move that's as symbolic as it is physical, Clauson's glove catches the edge of Hannah's bikini top and tears it away with a swift, almost dismissive gesture. The top flies off, leaving Hannah as exposed and vulnerable as Hailey!! The crowd roars in a mixture of shock and excitement as Hannah stands there, her breasts now bare and heaving, the last vestiges of her protection torn away. Hailey, her own chest marked by the battle, smirks triumphantly, her gaze locked onto Hannah's stunned face, ready to continue her relentless assault. In the final round, the intensity reaches a fever pitch. Both Hannah Ferguson and Hailey Clauson, their bikini tops disregarded, charge towards each other with a ferocity that underscores their desperation and determination. They collide in the center of the ring, their bare bodies pressing together, each seeking to assert their dominance! Clauson's gloves dig into Hannah's stomach, the impacts so severe they make Hannah's toned abs contort and shudder. Hannah's gasps – "UGH! UGH!" – are barely heard over the roar of the crowd as Clauson’s fists churn her midsection. Hannah’s attempts to clinch are met with more brutal body blows, Clauson’s strength and size advantage becoming more evident with each punch. Her glove buried deep into Hannah's stomach, twisting and turning, a cruel mimicry of a knife. Hannah bends and folds under the relentless attack, her body jerking with each strike, but she meets Clauson’s assault with her own, banging her own mitts into her paunch and simultaneously holding her steady, forcing fist, forearm, and even elbow into the expanse of her waistline, making Hailey’s eyes bulge and the rest of her body shudder. Exhausted, each woman wraps an arm around the other's waistline, their gloves deliberately looped around the strings of their opponent's bikini bottoms. This precarious grip serves a dual purpose: it keeps their opponent steady for the onslaught and also positions them vulnerably for the impending barrage of punches. Then, their fists sinking into stomachs and breasts with sickening thuds. Each impact forces one or the other to fold over in pain, groaning into the shoulder and neck of their rival. The sound of leather against flesh is relentless, the sight of their bodies contorting under the force of each strike is both brutal and compelling.
As the round progresses, Hannah begins to gain the upper hand. She leverages her grip on Hailey's bikini strings, methodically pushing the Siren back towards the corner with thundering puh puh PUHS to her quivering belly. Once there, Hannah's assault becomes even more concentrated. Hailey, overwhelmed and exhausted, struggles to defend herself against the relentless barrage. Trapped, Hailey has NOWHERE to go! Hannah’s fist plunges deeper and deeper into her stomach, each punch visibly contorting the flesh, creating waves that ripple across her midsection, folding the rest of her frame over with each savage blow. Clauson’s bending and buckling under the relentless barrage, especially when Hannah's glove unleashes havoc on her bare breasts. Each uppercut crashes into the soft tissue with brutal precision. Her gloves press into the delicate flesh, squashing it inwards, forcing the curves of Hailey's breasts to deform under the sheer pressure. With each uppercut, her breasts are thrust upwards, jolting and bouncing wildly. Clauson, driven by a late surge of desperation and fury, BANGS back with vicious but weakened hooks, targeting Ferguson’s breasts and body in close quarters. But with her back slumped against the turnbuckle, her swings lack power, and only serve to delay the inevitable. Despite her valiant spirit, the relentless nature of Hannah's assault is simply too much, and her body's natural reactions – the flinching, the folding, the shuddering – are telltale signs of a fighter being overwhelmed by the superior might of her opponent. And then, there are those uppercuts to Hailey's chin - each SMACK to the base of the chin stacking her up for one more round of punishment, the rest of her body reacting like a ragdoll in Hannah's unyielding grasp. Eventually, the inevitable occurs. Hailey's body, having absorbed more punishment than it can withstand, collapses. Her limbs lose their strength, her resistance fades, and she CRUMBLES to the sandy canvas in a heap of quit!! The thud of her body hitting the sand dunes is definitive, and this time, Hannah stands over her fallen foe, her chest heaving with exertion and triumph! The referee doesn’t need to count this one out, waving his arms rapidly overhead to signal the END!
Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Hailey Clauson via KO11! Hannah Ferguson is STILL the Queen of the Beach!
AFTER:
With a final shudder, Clauson slumps in the hold, her arms falling to the sides and her body going limp. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Hannah releases her hold. She stands up, leaving Hailey collapsed in the corner, her head rolled to the side, her expression one of wide-eyed shock. And then, Hannah strides away confidently, her victory complete, her status as the undisputed Queen of the Beach reaffirmed…
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
Hannah:
(30, 5’10, 130, 95:24 FCBA, VIXENs)
Hailey:
(27, 5’11, 17:10 FCBA, SIRENs)
BEFORE:
As Winter's chill grips the city of Los Angeles, a stunning transformation unfolds on a stretch of Zuma beach, now fully enclosed by a vast array of large tents and overhead sails. Inside this impressive structure, heaters – large, industrial types mounted on high poles and smaller, more discreet ones scattered around the spectator areas – work in tandem to create a balmy, almost summery atmosphere, dispelling the cold air outside.
This enclosed beach, a marvel of engineering and design, retains the natural charm of the seaside. The sand, soft and warm underfoot, is the original beach sand, now a vast fighting surface bordered by simple wooden stakes acting as ring posts. The ropes of the makeshift ring have been replaced with sturdy, nautical-themed ropes, reminiscent of those used on ships, and the sound of waves nearby crashes rhythmically against the shore, merging with the excited chatter of the audience.
The temporary press tent is charged with anticipation for our next fight. Journalists and fans have gathered in beach chairs and the rafters, eager to witness the clash between Hannah Ferguson, the reigning Queen of the Beach, and Hailey Clauson, the JMDD Champion from the BBU, with the former’s title up for grabs tonight.
Hannah sits at the table with an air of relaxed elegance, her lean frame adorned in a sleek black jumpsuit, her bikini strings peeking through patches of the fabric, accentuating her athletic physique. A glint of determination sparkles in her eyes as she gazes at the sandy arena through the clear panels of the tent.
Addressing the media, Hannah’s voice resonates with confidence. "I've faced Hailey head-on before, and want to remind everyone that I've ALWAYS come out on top. The Queen of the Beach title is mine to keep. I've held this title through sweat, sand, and grit, and I don't plan on giving it up anytime soon, especially on my turf. Hailey, prepare to have your jugs beaten to a pulp. Then, I’m gonna smother you out on MY beach.”
By contrast, Clauson exudes calm power from across the room, her broader, curvier form wrapped in a form-fitting white tank top and blue jeans, highlighting her physical advantages. She listens to Hannah’s comments and seems completely unfazed by her threats, having last KO’ed the blonde Vixen and did exactly what she’d just promised to do to her instead.
Hailey responds with equal confidence, "Last year, Hannah challenged me in my domain over in the BBU, and she must have sh*t for brains, because I seem to recall defending my JMDD title and then smothering her out between my tits. And now, it's my turn to step into her arena and steal her title. I've been training hard, adapting my style to the sand and sun. Hannah hasn’t won a lineal title in a LONG while, whereas I'm the one slated to be on the rise, both here and in the BBU. The Queen of the Beach title will have a new owner by the end of the night. Get ready to be smothered out again, b*tch."
The atmosphere intensifies as both blondes prepare for the traditional staredown. They stand and walk towards the center of the stage, not taking their eyes off each other. As they approach, Hannah's face is a mask of focus, her eyes sharp and piercing. Hailey, on the other hand, wears a confident smirk, her gaze unwavering. They come to a standstill, mere inches apart, hands on hips and chins upturned. Hailey, with her height advantage, angles her fists boldly upwards, both to the base and side of Hannah's chin and cheek, in a silent yet potent threat. It's a show of dominance, indeed, with a challenge that Hannah meets without flinching.
Then, in a bold move, Hannah poses with her own fist, which had been at her side, rising and pressing deliberately against Hailey's toned stomach. It's a calculated act, meant to unnerve and provoke the challenger. Hannah's eyes narrow slightly as she applies pressure, a silent message that she's not intimidated. But Hailey's reaction is immediate. Her smirk fades, replaced by a scowl of irritation. Her eyes flash with anger, a clear sign that Hannah's tactic has hit its mark.
But in an even worse move, Hannah’s other fist shifts upward, to press firmly into the base of Hailey's breast, in an even more provocative and daring gesture, and one that immediately sparks a fiery reaction from Clauson.
Journalists and spectators gasp and scramble, witnessing the sudden chaos on the stage. The press agents and security personnel rush forward, attempting to pry the two embattled fighters apart. Amidst the flurry of fists and flying hair, Hannah and Hailey continue to exchange blows and roll and tumble over the other, their grunts and shouts filling the confines of the tent.
Finally, with considerable effort, the security team manages to separate the two. Both Hannah and Hailey, still seething with adrenaline and fury, are led back to their respective backstage areas. The air remains charged, making it clear that tomorrow's fight on the beach will be more than just a title match - it's personal.
24 hours later, the first to make her entrance is Hannah Ferguson. She strides confidently down the sandy path leading to the ring, her figure silhouetted against the setting sun. Dressed in a sleek, gold-trimmed black bikini that accentuates her toned physique, she moves with the grace of a seasoned fighter. Her long blonde hair is tied back in a practical ponytail, swaying with each step. The black gloves she wears seem almost menacing against the soft hues of the twilight sky. Removing a lightweight, shimmering robe, she earns plenty of wolf whistles from the crowd.
Not to be outdone, Hailey Clauson soon follows. Hailey's attire is a striking contrast to Hannah's - a vibrant navy blue bikini that complements her curvier frame, edged with silver that sparkles under the arena lights. Her own blonde hair flows freely, framing her determined expression. Donning red gloves, she casts a confident gaze across the audience and towards the ring, her every step exuding the self-assurance of a fighter ready to claim victory.
Hailey smirks, unshaken, replying with equal venom, "I'll be the one riding you to victory tonight. Fake sand or not, perhaps I’ll pull you into the waves once I’m Queen of the Beach."
With these final taunts hanging in the air, they back away to their respective corners. The referee signals for the start of this bout, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Welterweight action! This here’s for the QUEEN OF THE BEACH title!
As the round begins, Hannah and Hailey waste no time in meeting in the center of the sandy ring, their feet shifting for maximum traction on the unstable ground. The makeshift beach setting adds a unique challenge, with each movement sending a spray of sand into the air. Hannah wants to hit and move, and avoid getting KO’ed by Clauson’s power after their last disastrous encounter. She also knows that Hailey has been on a roll this year, having been nominated for Fighter of the Year over in the BBU. The Golden Girl darts in quickly, hoping to land a couple of quicker jabs on Hailey's face, the sound "pap-pap" barely audible over the roar of the ocean. Hailey, momentarily stunned by getting so easily tagged, shakes her head and regains her focus. Her retaliation is immediate – a heavy right hook swung high at Hannah's head. But it misses by inches, Hannah's quick duck sending Hailey's fist slicing through the air, disrupting a few stray strands of blonde hair. Hailey, in her blue bikini, channels her frustration into her fists. She drives forward regardless, trying to corner Hannah and go to work on her. A powerful left swing slams into Hannah’s ribs, a solid “thump” under the guard that makes Ferguson wince and momentarily jolt. But the champ is quick to recover, retaliating with a sharp hook off her own to Hailey’s cheek, her fist twisting and disrupting her flow on impact, forcing her head to snap sideways. A stark “crack” echoes over the beach, drawing a collective gasp from the onlookers. Hannah stays light on her feet, circling around the challenger, looking for more openings. Hailey, meanwhile, tries to cut off the ring, her feet digging into the sand, suddenly barreling forth and leaving deep trails as she moves. She lunges at Hannah with another heavy swing, but Hannah slips away, countering with a rapid one-two to Hailey’s midsection, each punch drawing a frustrated grunt. And as the round nears its end, Clauson's face shows the first signs of frustration, her eyes narrowing as she wipes away a bead of sweat mixed with a smear of sand. The bell rings, leaving both fighters breathing heavily, stepping back, assessing each other warily.
ROUND 2:
Clauson launches herself at Ferguson like a bull seeing red and charging! Just like last time, her strategy is that of brute force, trying to pin Hannah into a corner and UNLEASH on the champ, using her adrenaline to put Hannah away and make a statement! Several times Clauson simply barrels into Hannah near the ropes, forcing them to wrestle and jostle for space, all the while burying shots into her body. Hailey’s fists fly in furiously, aiming to keep on stuffing her tummy with leather, not give Hannah any breather, but the Vixen, though trapped, skillfully tucks her arms and elbows in and close to her chest, turning them into a shield that absorbs the brunt of her swings. Still, Hannah's face is etched with worry, as she realizes the daunting speed and growing power of her opponent. Clauson looks driven by a fierce, rabid intensity, relentlessly pursuing Hannah and hammering away at her defenses like a ram. Late in the round, Hannah increases her speed, skirting away before she can get trapped. Then, she counters with tepid hooks of her own, which make impact on Hailey's face and breasts. But this early jug mauling only seems to stoke Clauson’s fire even more, and a wild glint kindling in her eyes, finally cornering Ferguson against the ropes in the final seconds and unleashing dull thuds off her sides and head. Ferguson grunts, her body absorbing the impacts, her arms still doing their best to guard against the assault, but whichever place she moves her arms, she leaves her face open to stiff bashes off the temple or ribs. When the bell rings, both fighters finally withdraw to their corners – Clauson, her breaths deep and labored, her determination as fierce as ever; Ferguson, her mind racing, calculating her next move, fully aware of the challenge ahead.
ROUND 3:
Clauson’s charging forth before the bell even rings proper, her eyes locked onto Hannah with a dangerous glint. Within moments, Hannah falls for a feint to her body, allowing the challenger to DETONATE a haymaker right into the center of her face, the sheer force of the blow echoing through the arena with a "WHAM!" And Hannah staggers back, her guard momentarily shattered by the ferocity and suddenness of the strike! OUCH! Seizing her chance, Clauson THROWS herself forward and after the Golden Girl, her gloves pounding and wailing away at the arms, brutal bashes trying to break apart her defenses and score the bigger blows, making Hannah wince and desperately try to shield herself…. Clauson drives Hannah back against the ropes with much ease this time round, and there, she unleashes her punishment: brutal hooks across the chin that snap Hannah's head to the side, the champion’s arms still flailing in defense, the odd LIFT of the chin with a snap uppercut that grazes the bottom of her jawline. After Hannah hides her face between her arms, Clauson's gloves remain relentless, sinking into her stomach and waistline and drawing out sharp, pained gasps from the Vixen’s lips: "OOMPH! HNNGH!" Her tummy quivers and folds over with each strike, her body language screaming agony as she attempts to weather the assault. In survival mode now, pinned and pummeled mercilessly, Clauson, sensing victory, doubles down on her attack, beginning to target Hannah's breasts, sending them jolting with ruthless hooks, and then going back to raining abuse on Hannah's beleaguered face and belly. The crowd roars, witnessing the brutal domination. Yet, Ferguson, through sheer will, manages to stay upright. In fleeting moments of reprieve, she snaps a few hooks at Hailey's face, hoping to create space or slow the assault. But Clauson shrugs them off, her face barely registering the hits, her momentum undiminished. As the bell rings to signal the end of the round, Hannah leans back against the ropes, her breaths heavy…. Yet, despite the bell ringing rapidly, HAILEY AIN’T DONE! She ignores the referee’s warnings and surges forward, closing the distance into an intimate clinch, arms wrapped around shoulders and chest as their bodies press closely together in the heated struggle. Clauson's glove CONTINUES to punish that quivering tummy, making her body jerk and shudder under the assault, her smug lips moving hot against Hannah's ear, delivering taunting hisses that cut deeper than any physical blow could. "You're mine, Hannah... Can't even fight back, can you?" Finally, at the uproar of the crowd and VIX corner, the referee finally intervenes, pulling Clauson away, allowing Hannah to slump down into the sand dunes, gasping for air, her face contorted in pain. Things AREN’T looking good for the champ!
ROUND 4:
A dramatic reversal of fortunes in the fourth, as Hannah finally faces the challenge with a straight face and doesn’t treat this fight like a backstage brawl. From the get-go, she comes out of the corner with a newfound vigor, a wicked combination catching Hailey on her breasts and chin before a stunning right cross crunches into her nose with a loud “WHAP!” Ferguson continues to have her way,. her gloves flashing into Clauson's face with precise jabs, then descending in a brutal barrage on Hailey's breasts, keeping the big blonde guessing. Clauson wasn’t expecting the assault on her chest, not in this regular challenge, but her breasts are eating leather nonetheless, jolted left and right, barely being contained by her loose top. Later in the round, Clauson attempts to surge in again with the clinch, knows she’s got the body mass and power to wrestle the leaner Hannah down. But Ferguson is having none of it. Not this time. She dances about the charging challenger, showing off her moves with a weave this way and then cuffing hook to the face to stun Clauson that way. Finally, she corners Clauson against the ropes in a cruel reversal of their roles. Clauson looks stunlocked this time, barely holding onto Ferguson’s shoulders and waistline as the champ pummels her across her face and breasts, each hook slammed in accompanied by a snarl and pivot of her hips, as Ferguson puts her power into her fists. Trapped against the ropes, Hailey’s woes continue as Hannah pulls her close, steadying her trembling form with an arm wrapped around her neck and back of the head, her other glove sinking into the pit of her belly, the impact spot where leather meets flesh contorting and carving in, her toned abdominal muscles shuddering and crumpling under the force, creating visible waves across the rest of her stomach. Her body jerks and recoils with every hit, folding slightly over Hannah's fists, only to be straightened again by the ropes' unyielding support. Caught in this punishing cycle, Hailey's breath comes in ragged gasps in dull "THUD! UGH! THUD!" In a taunting gesture, Hannah then shifts her focus to Clauson's breasts, grinning as she shoves her gloves upwards with force, causing Hailey's orbs to bounce and quiver under the onslaught. In between the mauling, Hannah leans in close, her lips pressed into Hailey's ear and cheek. "Speak for yourself, b*tch... Can't handle a real woman, can you?" Likewise, the referee has to pull and tug at Hannah’s shoulder once the bell rings. Clauson slumps over and down to her knees, clutching her torso and sputtering, but the psychological impact of having been dominated still lingers. Both ladies would have fully won a shutout performance if it wasn’t for those illegal hits, but really, neither of them are counting.
ROUND 5:
The tide continues to surge at Hannah’s back, invigorated by her success and wanting to punish Hailey’s tits for ever making contact with her face last time they fought. Sand flies as the champ makes a beeline for the battered challenger, and Hailey, already weakened from the previous rounds, doesn’t seem to have any counter besides those big, lumberous swings at the oncoming Vixen, still trying to employ her power to stun and beat her advance back. But her heaving chest means she’s struggling to keep a firm footing on the shifting sand, each of her overhand swings easily sidestepped by Ferguson before Hailey takes a tucking blow to her stomach or her head whipped to the side by a counter-shot above the eye, Haiey’s attempts to defend herself growing more frantic as she gets herself backs into the corner. There, Hannah catches her across the face with another double-whammy, hooks snapping her head from side to side to stun. Then, the assault on Hailey's body resumes, Hannah’s fists thudding into her midsection, each punch making her body jerk and shudder, those toned stomach muscles clenching and folding under the onslaught. Hailey’s breathing becomes labored, each gasp a struggle as Hannah's gloves repeatedly bury themselves into her flesh, and with nowhere left to go, all she can do is slump back into the thick, abrasive wooden stick, trying to force the clinch by clutching onto her opponent’s shoulders and neck. But this just gives Hannah more room to pummel her breasts from close quarters, her fists swiveling inside and up, jostling those orbs in multiple directions, almost threatening to snap the strings of Hailey’s bikini top. Finally, Hannah pivots her hips and lets fly an uppercut that screams down the middle - KAPOW! Hailey’s chin gets knocked upwards with a brutal SNAP, and then her heaving body follows suit back down, sliding to her butt as she TUMBLES to the sand! It’s a KNOCKDOWN and the first in this fight, from Hannah Ferguson!!
Hailey collapses onto her side, her mouth hanging open and arms hugging her body, half her cheek glued to the dunes. Hannah repeats some ill-fated taunts from above before being ordered to head to the neutral corner. The referee then starts the count, and Clauson is remarkably stirring from her slumber, pushing her heaving body back up with the aid of the ropes, the rest of the makeshift ring straining and groaning on behalf of her spent form. In the end, she summons the strength to steady herself by the count of eight, but clearly on shaky legs, her eyes still glazed over, as she prepares to face Hannah's relentless attack once more.
The referee signals for the continuation of this round, and there’s barely a minute left on the clock. Still, the Vixen senses victory, and CHARGES! Nowhere else to run as Clauson can only cover up against the ropes, doing her utmost to keep her arms up and defenses firm in the face of the referee’s keen eye. Hannah puts her back into each swing and torque of fists crashing into quivering tummy flesh and boob, but Hailey remains standing at the bell, albeit just barely! Frustrated and snarling, Ferguson AIN’T DONE YET! She leans in and wraps her arms around Hailey's head and neck, thighs snaked between thighs, drawing her in close. This intimate clinch leaves Hailey's shocked face just inches from Hannah's chest. There, Hannah's continues to drill her fist up into Hailey's softening midsection, making the flesh quiver and contort with each impact. Hailey's attempts to fight back are desperate but ineffectual. She pushes weakly at Hannah's hips and torso, trying to create some space, to catch a breath, but her efforts are in vain. The champ KNOWS she’s in control, toying with her prey some more by alternately jostling her breasts with her gloves, each move designed to disorient and humiliate, and serve as painful reminders shooting through her tenderized flesh. Upon the ref’s insistence, Hannah finally releases her grip on the battered blonde, but not before giving Hailey one last shove to the shoulders into the frayed turnbuckle. “Just give up, Hailey,” Hannah hisses. “You’re done for…” before the Golden Girl turns back to her corner, leaving Hailey dazed and gasping for air, and barely managing to stay upright.
ROUND 6:
Clauson back to using her larger frame for effect, blocking another of Hannah’s assaults with her locked arms and clenched tummy before clipping the Vixen back with shocking strikes straight to the middle of her face. Hannah getting rocked silly, her lips and nose disappearing into leather with a grunt before Hailey ROCKS her across the face with a low feint left followed by a high-octane bashing hook to the right. Ferguson got too cocky and secure in there, now finding herself beaten backwards and once again trying to mitigate the challenger’s power. No dice, and she’s forced back to the ropes and doubly so to cover up and try and survive the last minute. Clauson licking those lips, hungrily wailing away at arms and torso, another uppercut packed into the belly WHUMP before the challenger surges in and presses highs and hips against Hannah’s, effectively trapping the Golden Girl against the turnbuckle. Hannah's arms flail and push against Hailey in a desperate attempt to create space, but the smother is overwhelming, both big girls heaving and wrestling for control. Clauson's fists go to work, left and right gloves packed into the tummy, making Hannah’s frame lurch forward, her abs contorting under the force of each blow, air expelled from Hannah’s lips in painful grunts. It’s Hailey’s turn to mess with Hannah, at times digging her glove into the pit of her stomach before leaving in there, compressed, twisting the flesh, exacerbating those groans of agony from Ferguson. Then, with a cruel smirk, Clauson shifts her aim upwards, slamming her fist up into Hannah's breasts, making them jolt and sway violently. Hannah bends and folds and jerks under the barrage, her body being tested with each strike. Desperately, she tries to clinch up with Hailey, grasping at her shoulders, attempting to use any leverage to keep herself upright and prevent a knockdown… And through sheer willpower and resilience, she manages to stay on her feet until the bell rings, her body heaving, bruised, and battered, but still defiant in the face of Clauson's overwhelming onslaught. Clauson enjoying her position of dominance, no doubt, a tired smirk plastered on her face as she grips both sides of Hannah’s hair. “You look tired, Hannah. What’s the matter? We’re just getting started.” She then gestures down at her breasts, now inches away from the champ’s face. “Know you can’t wait to get another taste of these…” The referee finally pulls Clauson off, leaving a battered Ferguson to curl up in the corner, slowly struggling to walk back to her team. We’ve passed the halfway mark of this fight, and already both girls have beaten each other silly!
ROUND 7:
Clauson’s heaving but clearly wants the big win tonight. She’s come so far in both the FCBA and BBU, and is mere stepping stones away from a big Welterweight showdown for the eventual title. She pushes forward again, confident in her ability to take Hannah’s punches and then rock her rival silly. Hannah, meanwhile, is skirting the sand dunes, arms up and shooting jab combos at the oncoming freight train… when it HITS with a right cross to the arms, then more and MORE swings just keep coming! Clauson stays on top of the champ, banging away with hooks and overhands, trying to trap Hannah again and put her away for good. The sinker to the side of Hannah’s torso is the hook she needs, with Ferguson groaning and covering up, crumpling to the side. AND HERE COMES HAILEY, stepping in and knocking another big hook to the side of the head, sending Hannah reeling off to the side! Could this be the big moment she’s been waiting for?! Hannah still raising her gloves to try and shield her face, but Clauson bends her over with a sinking uppercut into the lower tummy, before snaking an arm under Hannah's, immobilizing her upright and more vulnerable to her strikes. Here, Clauson's hips and thighs press against Hannah's weakened body, propping her up against the ropes, leaving no room for escape. Then, she POUNDS away at the champ’s weakening breasts and belly, in another series of brutal hooks and uppercuts that land with sickening thuds and whuds, the flesh visibly contorting and quivering under the sheer force of leather packed into skin. Hannah wilting in another deliberating position, can only hold on for dear life as she hugs Hailey close, her lips parting on shoulder each time Hailey churns another fist into the pit of her stomach. Clauson, however, is rapidly losing strength, and her punches are being thrown in weaker and slower, in time also leaning on Hannah’s battered body for support. Then, the challenger decides it’s time: a lumbering uppercut breaks through Hannah's guard and SNAPS her head back and rest of her body against the turnbuckle… and DOWN SHE GOES, Hannah simply collapsing down to the sand with her head lolling to the side, rest of her body pink-marked and heaving! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN for Miss Clauson, who’s put in everything she’s got to making this work! Could this be it?!
Referee herds Clauson to the neutral corner before the big blonde got any bright ideas. There, she rests against the turnbuckle, chest and belly heaving in turn, fighting for stamina. Slowly, Hannah stirs from the sand, eyes closed and breathing hard, showing off her champion's heart by pulling herself back to her feet by the count of 8, her body shaking but her spirit unbroken.
Bell resumes for the final seconds of this round and Clauson, though with daggers in her eyes, simply cannot maintain the same pace as the previous charges. She heads straight for Hannah on the ropes but finds her punches getting blocked as both blondes tear into each other for a good thirty seconds, Hannah mainly trying to stave off disaster as she covers and moves. As the bell rings, both fighters look exhausted and battered, and make their way back to their corners, their bodies telling the story of a brutal and unforgiving round.
ROUND 8:
A remarkable turnaround for Ferguson despite the beating she took in the previous round, as the champ begins to claw her way back into the fight. At the bell, she takes advantage of Clauson’s sluggishness, peppering her slower form with punches. Clauson also was expecting an easy target, and seemed surprised by Hannah's sudden resurgence, having to fend off punches to her face and body with low growls. The Siren surges forward at times in multiple attempts to reestablish her dominance, throwing heavy swings at Hannah’s, but the Vixen's focus is back in play. She dodges another wild swing from Clauson, pivoting on her heel, before shoving a sharp glove into the nostrils, and snapping Hailey's head back, then another flurry of shots landing all over Hailey’s breasts and tummy, further throwing her back on the defensive. Last minute and Clauson regroups, her eyes narrowed in rage. She begins to pound that torso with her own counter-hooks, sacrificing hits to her face in exchange for punishing bashes to the sides of Hannah’s ribs and tummy. They stun and sting, but Hailey’s decreased strength and speed means the Vixen can more easily skirt away before she gets trapped like last time. The goal this time is to not get into a war of attrition with the bigger blonde, but wear Hailey down bit by bit. Sound of the bell and against all odds, the round has gone in Hannah's favor. Both fighters look visibly fatigued as they glare at each other and then return to their corners. The tide of the battle seems to have shifted, with Hannah showing why she's still very much in this fight.
It’s the ninth, and despite showing signs of exhaustion, Clauson surprises the champ with a surge out of her corner, quickly closing the distance with an aim to overwhelm. Hannah backs away too slowly and gets caught by a series of punishing blows to her arms and body, one such rocker to the jawline sending her stumbling, her eyes winced shut. The two blondes go barreling into the ropes once more, arms instinctively wrapped around shoulders and waistlines, trying to wrestle for control. Their bodies pressed together, each using whatever free fists they have to stuff short, hard punches into the belly, each blow less about power and more about wearing the other girl down, the thuds muted but consistent, making bodies jerk and shudder in tandem. Slowly, Clauson’s bigger and thicker frame gains dominance, with the challenger driving more and more power in close range to churn Hannah’s insides or batter the ribs. Hannah, on her part, tries desperately to break free, resorting to holding onto shoulders and head, trying to nullify Clauson’s attacks. Every so often, she sneaks in a quick punch to Hailey's side, but they lack the power to make a significant impact. Referee does his best to separate both warriors, but each time the bell rings to resume, they simply fly at each other, meaty frames slapping in a WHAP, as though their bodies vowed mutual attraction, pressed together, sweat mingling, as they grapple and jostle for control. In this tight clinch, both fighters resort to gut-wrenching body shots. Clauson's free fist finds space to drill into Hannah's tummy, the sound of leather against flesh muffled by their proximity. Each thudding punch sends a shiver through Hannah’s frame, her own body jerking in response, a grunt escaping her lips with each hit. But Hannah isn’t passive either. Each punch that Hailey lands, Hannah drives her own fist into her midsection, forcing her own exasperated breath from the challenger’s lips. Soon, their movements grow desperate, each girl trying to fold the other in half with compact, punishing blows to the belly. In the final minute of the round, the grueling battle reaches its zenith. Hannah, with her back pressed against the ropes, is barely standing, her body visibly shuddering under the relentless onslaught. Clauson senses her weakness, her tired gloves continuing their brutal work, digging into Hannah's midsection, twisting and churning her insides whilst holding her body steady for the next debilitating strike. Hannah's body reacts with violent shudders, her abdomen contorting under the force of each blow, but somehow, she remains upright, her legs trembling but holding! Her hands have given up on battering Clauson back, though weakening, still attempting to guard her battered torso, her eyes flashing with a mix of pain and defiance. She's no longer just fighting Clauson; she's battling to stay conscious, to stay on her feet, to endure. Amidst the physical barrage, Clauson periodically leans in close, her lips brushing Hannah's cheek, her breath hot against the skin. "This all you've got, Hannah?" she hisses, her voice a mix of mockery and challenge. “You aren’t good enough for me.” Hannah's only response is a pained grunt, her focus entirely on surviving the round. As the bell finally rings, signaling the end of the round, Clauson steps back, a smirk of satisfaction on her lips. Hannah slides down the ropes, gasps for air, her body battered but not beaten. Clauson stumbles back to her corner, a look of weary satisfaction on her face, having clearly won the round outright through sheer dogged persistence. Hannah, meanwhile, looks simply battered and bruised both ways, the constant pressure from Clauson having taken its toll. Yet there's a stubborn determination in her eyes, a clear indication she’s not ready to be broken just yet.
“YER TUMMY HAD ENOUGH YET, HANNAH??” Hailey taunts the champ from the corner, gesturing rudely with a glove. “How about I give your pathetic chest the same treatment?!?” she roars, but after nine rounds of grueling action, even her voice is coarse and strained. It’s the final round of this contest, and so far, it’s not looking good for Miss Ferguson, with her title on the line and worse, her pride having been battered and smacked around thus far. She needs a big comeback win in order to secure her throne and beach, with the challenger in the lead in terms of points. Hannah not responding to the threat, wisely staying at a distance and waiting for Clauson to charge at her. And charge she does! Clauson barreling forward with whatever juice she has left, immediately swinging at her head in an attempt to end this on a decisive KO! Hannah digs deep and swerves to avoid them, then planting leather back on Clauson’s chin with left and right dings, slowly rattling away at the Siren’s reserve resolve… Hailey lets out another shout of pain as her head gets rocked to the side, chest and body heaving as she tries to right her ship. Ferguson stays on top of her, calculated strikes to her body sending her bent over and struggling for cover. The Queen of the Beach is back on form, shoving leather up high into the mouth before alternating with straight hands pounding into the quivering tummy to drive Clauson back. Hailey suddenly looks shaken and stirred in the face of the champ’s aggression, desperately trying to cover herself up and survive this last round instead of dominate it. But Ferguson switches to targeting her breasts, her gloves slamming into those free-swinging orbs as though they’re speed bags back in the gym, hammering away and forcing them to jostle violently within the confines of her bikini top. With each strike, Clauson grimaces, her arms trying to shield her body from the relentless attack. All part of the process for Ferguson, who then pivots back and throws a big haymaker to the jawline, which SENDS CLAUSON SPRAWLING into the corner of the makeshift ring, looking stunned and SLACK-JAWED! HERE COMES FERGUSON, looking to make a grand statement to mop up!! The Golden Girl’s fists smack into her torso and breasts, each glove making those jugs bounce and sway wildly until they finally POP OUT OF CLAUSON’S BIKINI TOP, unable to withstand the brutal assault for long!! And Clauson’s face twists into one of abject horror as she tries to defend herself! In the final seconds of the round, each punch to Clauson's now-exposed breasts is a stark, brutal spectacle, Hannah’s gloves mashing into the soft, unprotected tissue, each impact making Clauson’s body shudder, her mouth hanging agape as she emits pained groans - a mix of "AHHH!" and "OOOFF!" As the bell rings, both women have their arms wrapped around each other, not just in aggression but also mutual support, Hailey’s breasts still heaving and tender from the brutal exchange, and Ferguson still snarling into her face, rocking them upwards with uppercuts from deep within the clinch. Both women are torn apart by the referee, who orders them back to their corners for the final decision:
It’s an EVEN scoreboard, ladies and gents, meaning this Queen of the Beach title match is going into OVERTIME!
ROUND 11:
As Round 11 begins, the atmosphere at Zuma Beach is electric, the crowd on the edge of their seats, knowing that the Queen of the Beach title hangs in the balance! Hailey, her breasts now bare, bruised, and exposed from the previous round's brutal exchange, immediately goes on the offensive. She snarls with determination, launching herself at Hannah with a renewed ferocity. The BBU JMDD champ is humiliated, her nostrils flaring, her gaze targeted on Hannah’s own bikini top! With a fierce snarl etched across her face, Clauson closes the gap between them, her first blow landing heavily on Hannah's left orb, sending it jolting sideways with a harsh "THWAP!" The force of the impact is so great that it echoes across the beach, drawing a sharp gasp from Hannah. Unrelenting, Clauson follows up with a vicious hook to the right breast, making it swing wildly in the opposite direction. Hannah's attempts to protect herself are futile, her arms being swept away by Hailey’s power, leaving her exposed in more ways than one… Clauson’s straight cross pancakes her left breast, the impact a thunderclap, the bikini top straining under the force, the fabric being stretched to its limits. A couple more swings inwards has those orbs lifted from their natural perch, bouncing upwards almost violently, then more lefts and rights smashing them inward, deforming the soft flesh with each hit. Finally, in a move that's as symbolic as it is physical, Clauson's glove catches the edge of Hannah's bikini top and tears it away with a swift, almost dismissive gesture. The top flies off, leaving Hannah as exposed and vulnerable as Hailey!! The crowd roars in a mixture of shock and excitement as Hannah stands there, her breasts now bare and heaving, the last vestiges of her protection torn away. Hailey, her own chest marked by the battle, smirks triumphantly, her gaze locked onto Hannah's stunned face, ready to continue her relentless assault. In the final round, the intensity reaches a fever pitch. Both Hannah Ferguson and Hailey Clauson, their bikini tops disregarded, charge towards each other with a ferocity that underscores their desperation and determination. They collide in the center of the ring, their bare bodies pressing together, each seeking to assert their dominance! Clauson's gloves dig into Hannah's stomach, the impacts so severe they make Hannah's toned abs contort and shudder. Hannah's gasps – "UGH! UGH!" – are barely heard over the roar of the crowd as Clauson’s fists churn her midsection. Hannah’s attempts to clinch are met with more brutal body blows, Clauson’s strength and size advantage becoming more evident with each punch. Her glove buried deep into Hannah's stomach, twisting and turning, a cruel mimicry of a knife. Hannah bends and folds under the relentless attack, her body jerking with each strike, but she meets Clauson’s assault with her own, banging her own mitts into her paunch and simultaneously holding her steady, forcing fist, forearm, and even elbow into the expanse of her waistline, making Hailey’s eyes bulge and the rest of her body shudder. Exhausted, each woman wraps an arm around the other's waistline, their gloves deliberately looped around the strings of their opponent's bikini bottoms. This precarious grip serves a dual purpose: it keeps their opponent steady for the onslaught and also positions them vulnerably for the impending barrage of punches. Then, their fists sinking into stomachs and breasts with sickening thuds. Each impact forces one or the other to fold over in pain, groaning into the shoulder and neck of their rival. The sound of leather against flesh is relentless, the sight of their bodies contorting under the force of each strike is both brutal and compelling.
As the round progresses, Hannah begins to gain the upper hand. She leverages her grip on Hailey's bikini strings, methodically pushing the Siren back towards the corner with thundering puh puh PUHS to her quivering belly. Once there, Hannah's assault becomes even more concentrated. Hailey, overwhelmed and exhausted, struggles to defend herself against the relentless barrage. Trapped, Hailey has NOWHERE to go! Hannah’s fist plunges deeper and deeper into her stomach, each punch visibly contorting the flesh, creating waves that ripple across her midsection, folding the rest of her frame over with each savage blow. Clauson’s bending and buckling under the relentless barrage, especially when Hannah's glove unleashes havoc on her bare breasts. Each uppercut crashes into the soft tissue with brutal precision. Her gloves press into the delicate flesh, squashing it inwards, forcing the curves of Hailey's breasts to deform under the sheer pressure. With each uppercut, her breasts are thrust upwards, jolting and bouncing wildly. Clauson, driven by a late surge of desperation and fury, BANGS back with vicious but weakened hooks, targeting Ferguson’s breasts and body in close quarters. But with her back slumped against the turnbuckle, her swings lack power, and only serve to delay the inevitable. Despite her valiant spirit, the relentless nature of Hannah's assault is simply too much, and her body's natural reactions – the flinching, the folding, the shuddering – are telltale signs of a fighter being overwhelmed by the superior might of her opponent. And then, there are those uppercuts to Hailey's chin - each SMACK to the base of the chin stacking her up for one more round of punishment, the rest of her body reacting like a ragdoll in Hannah's unyielding grasp. Eventually, the inevitable occurs. Hailey's body, having absorbed more punishment than it can withstand, collapses. Her limbs lose their strength, her resistance fades, and she CRUMBLES to the sandy canvas in a heap of quit!! The thud of her body hitting the sand dunes is definitive, and this time, Hannah stands over her fallen foe, her chest heaving with exertion and triumph! The referee doesn’t need to count this one out, waving his arms rapidly overhead to signal the END!
Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Hailey Clauson via KO11! Hannah Ferguson is STILL the Queen of the Beach!
AFTER:
In the aftermath, Hannah Ferguson stands triumphant above Hailey Clauson, who remains slumped in the corner, her body spent, bleating, and utterly defeated. With a slow, deliberate motion, her chest still glistening and heaving hard, Hannah peels off her gloves, her eyes never leaving Hailey's dazed form below.
"Thought you could take me down, Hailey?" Hannah hisses sharply, her words laced with a triumphant sneer. "I'll make sure you remember this moment. In case you ever THINK about stepping onto my turf again…”
Then, in a move to cement her victory, Hannah slowly lowers herself onto Hailey's lap, first dropping to her knees and then slowly sliding her body over her thighs. Her movements are slow and deliberate, a predator savoring her conquest. Clauson is totally spent and unreactive, her head and back slumped against the turnbuckle, barely moaning as she feels the sudden weight on her thighs and hips. Hannah's arms snake around the back of Hailey's head and neck, before pulling the disoriented blonde's face tightly into her bare breasts. Hailey, still dazed and barely conscious, can do little but accept her fate. Her lips are pushed against the contours of Hannah’s chest, muffled noises escaping her as she struggles for air.
Hannah's body presses down and into the defeated challenger, ensuring there's no escape from the jug smother. Her arms hold Hailey's head firmly, and her legs are wrapped around her waistline, pinning her in place. As she settles in, the two battered bodies grind against each other, the friction a stark reminder of the fierce battle they've just endured. Hailey’s body squirms weakly under the pressure, small attempts to pull and pry at Hannah’s tightening forearms feeble and ineffective.
Hannah keeps the smother in place, her strained biceps straining some more in one last hurrah, sealing Hailey’s nose lips into the depths of her sweat-glistened chest, until the last vestiges of Clauson’s resistance are squeezed from her spent form.
“This is where you belong, Hailey," Hannah teases, breathing hot air into the top of her blonde hair. “Shh. Just go to sleep…”
