Post by Lookout! Boxing on May 26, 2017 18:14:53 GMT -6
Hannah Ferguson vs Kate Upton
(Words: Vixens / Results: Lookout!)
Hannah:
(25, 5’9, 130, 12:1 FCBA, VIXENs)
Kate:
(25, 5’10, 141, 23:11 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
Before: Pre-fight interviews conducted in separate locker rooms - such is the animosity between both girls that if they were to find each other physically in the same room, all hell would certainly break loose, as evident from that previous shower room scuffle that Hannah seems to enjoy bringing up to reporters over and over again.
Nothing but hateful things to say as she tightens the strings on her black-red gloves on either fist with a tug on her teeth. “This clash was bound to happen. Can you believe it - this time, I have people coming up to me and saying, ‘I hope you beat this b*tch down. Kate Upton deserves to be taken down a notch!’?” Hannah lets out a short laugh at the camera. “I’m the f*cking good guy for once. That’s how much people hate Upton’s guts.”
The highlight reel cuts to Upton in her own backstage room, warming up with some pounding on training mitts in the corner. The JMDD champion all covered up, black and white robe revealing nothing but flashes of chest and meaty thighs as she pounds away with red gloves and spouts insults at her opponent tonight. “Everything about Hannah’s fraudulent. The way she won the title, the way she fights backstage - hell, her f*cking jugs are fake. I’m not only going to take away her title, but I’m gonna jug her out in front of thousands,” Upton smiling genially as she winks at the camera. “I’m ready, Hannah. Are you?”
The pyrotechnics and rock music blasts as both girls take their turns making their entrance into the arena, Hannah coming out first in stunning red bikini covered partially by short pink robe, waving cheerfully at the crowds on either side. Officials wait until Hannah’s comfortably in her corner in the ring before announcing her opponent’s entrance. Kate’s robe now carelessly hanging open loose, no longer hiding her blue bikini that’s barely holding her assets in tow. Smirk of condescension on the blonde’s face in contrast to her opponent’s as they lock eyes from afar.
In the ring, referee doesn’t even bother asking either girl to meet in the center, let alone shake hands. He knows that it’s easier to ask pigs to fly. Instead, he accedes to what the fans are clamouring for as the chanting gets louder and louder: ‘Let them fight! LET THEM FIGHT!!’ as we inch closer to the start of this explosive match-up. Girls’ eyes are locked on each other from opposite ends, bouncing on their feet, their fists already up, and the referee finally signals for the war to start.
Round 1: Crowd roars with acknowledgement as both girls stride confidently forward, directly at each other, and then BANG - Hannah scores first blood with a lightning right hook straight to Kate’s kisser! The JMDD Champion is stunned as her head’s swiped right, then cradled again and again as Hannah cleans out her clock in the opening seconds of the match! Are we looking at a first round knockout from the blonde?? Kate certainly having trouble with Hannah’s power punches, but quickly realizes this and to her credit, jumps out of harm’s way before a fourth consecutive punch can land. Scowl on her already-reddened face as she keeps Hannah at bay now with multitude of jabs in reply. Hannah overly eager, haphazardly walking into each long punch as they connect with her cheek. Perhaps wishful thinking that she could put Kate away in just three minutes, but the crowd isn't complaining, glad to see Kate Upton rallying towards the end, signaling this fight is just beginning.
Round 2: Hannah learning her lesson, trying to pace herself for the long haul, but will it be enough to keep her momentum? Kate disagrees, obviously, now switching from prey to predator as the JMDD champ stalks her opponent about the ring, opening up with flurries of jabs to Hannah’s head, then plunging underhooks into her soft body. Ferguson now being beaten backwards, and Kate letting out a triumphant shout when she plunges another left-right combo straight into Hannah’s jugs, reminding the blonde who the real champion is. Hannah’s corner shouting at their girl to stick to what she’s good at: “Right hook! RIGHT HOOK!!” but Hannah only complies towards the end of the round, deflecting Kate’s jab and swatting punches back into her cheek and body. But it’s a little too late, and Kate comes back into the picture with a wide round.
Round 3: Blondes seem to be feeding off each other’s successes, taking turns trying to outdo each other with each subsequent round. Here comes Hannah now who’s looking to wipe that smirk off Kate’s face with some well-worn leather. Upton banging back, scoring points with busty punches right to the chest, but Hannah shrugs these blows off with a brace of body, instead targeting Kate’s head like she was instructed to. Upton stunned when another left hook crashes into the side of cheek, her hands busy underneath torturing Ferguson’s body that it leaves her defences wide open on top. Hannah exploits this by scrapping glove after glove across her face - Upton’s not looking too good all of a sudden as she’s driven backwards and sideways with each devastating blow. Hannah launching all her strength into a final right cross… it almost takes the champ’s head off as it collides square on Kate’s nose and takes the champ clean off her feet like a clothesline hanger. Loud GRUUHHH as Kate’s chest flies backwards, swept off her feet and her back hitting the ground with a THUD! A BEAUTIFUL KNOCKDOWN FOR HANNAH FERGUSON!!
Hannah draws first blood yet again with a round 3 takedown of her hated opponent. Ferguson taunting down at her from all sides, stalking around her prone and sprawled body before the referee herds her back to corner to start the count.
3… 4… Upton’s chest heaving up and down, eyes blinking wildly at the bright lights above. But she manages to will herself into sitting position with a groan.
5...6… The crowd seems to be on Kate’s side all of a sudden, cheering her on: ‘Let’s go, Upton, let’s go!” but not sure whether they’re simply out for more blood and prolonged battle of attrition between both beauties.
Nonetheless, it has desired effect - Hannah scowling, pacing angrily in corner as Kate manages to rise back to her feet by the count of 7!
Girls steady themselves to charge back at each other but the bell rings almost immediately after. Hannah mouthing off to Kate at the other corner of the ring: ‘Next round… you’re dead weight, Upton!’ Kate glaring back with similar intensity, revenge on her mind for sure.
Round 4: It’s now or never, and Hannah knows it too. Bell rings and the Vixen charges - Kate looks like a deer in headlights as she steadies herself for inevitable onslaught. Right hand lands square to middle of Kate’s forearms and stuns her in place, before Hannah starts plunging fistz up into every possible inch of Upton’s body. Kate crowded in close, can almost taste her rival’s hatred with Ferguson’s hot breaths huffing steadily on her shoulder and cheek. Still, Upton holding on even though her body battered relentless - she’s protecting her head religiously, as she should, denying Hannah that coveted knockout and frustrating her now useless lead. Towards the end of round, Kate clinches up with fellow blonde, denying her further surface area to punch. Hannah succeeds in withering away her own strength though, muscling Upton back to the ropes, continuing the tummy and rack torture but not doing enough to put Kate away at the bell. Hannah not letting this go it seems, hissing into Kate’s ear: “You're a stubborn little b*tch, aren't you? I’m gonna put you down next round,” to which Kate simply seductively replies: “That's what you said last round... It’s only going downhill for YOU!”
Upton punctuates that last syllable with a sudden thrust of her knee... right up between Hannah’s legs! There's a strangled scream from as spasms travel up Hannah’s body, her legs giving way as she crumples down in Kate’s waiting arms. Upton continuing her evil grin as she cups Hannah’s face with both hands, guiding Hannah’s lips deliberately down her chest and belly. “How does your conqueror taste like, Hannah?” she coos, before the referee finally intervenes and pries her off. Kate not winning the round, that's for sure, but she sure looks like it, strutting back to her corner and leaving Hannah pooled on her knees, hanging onto the middle rope, her legs squeezed shut. Referee has to assist her back to corner but not before giving Upton a stern warning.
Round 5: We’re only just hitting the middle mark and both girls’ bodies seem to have been already ravaged, pushed beyond their ordinary limit. Red blotches dotting Kate’s midsection and cheeks, whilst Ferguson has trouble standing after what happened the previous round. Still, flames lighting in her eyes as she vows revenge, takes one steady step forward at a time but winching all the way. It’s Kate’s turn to prove her superiority, certainly eager to end this right here and now when she has the best odds. But Kate overly confident, still grinning at her handiwork with her guard down, suddenly ROCKED with Hannah whips a glove across the face outta nowhere, then another slams straight into her nose. Yet, Hannah’s fortunes too good to be true as Kate’s face turns serious, firing back with flurry of punches of her own that slam hard into Hannah’s face. Ferguson’s footwork going to sh*t as she can't manoeuvre her legs fast enough without sending painful spasms through the rest of her body. This of course allows Kate to pick her targets at leisure, whipping the Vixen’s head left, right, drawing a deep groan. Then, final uppercut to the jaw lifts Hannah off her feet and flying back in the air! Steve Boyd’s worse nightmares come true as the Welterweight champ’s hits the ground with a THUD! It’s a comeback KNOCKDOWN for MS. KATE UPTON!
Kate already celebrating with two hands held high to the crowds. She cruelly stalks Ferguson on the ground, eyeing her writhing movements and positioning herself strategically at the base of Hannah’s head, all ready to administer the special JMDD treatment. But referee has to do his job, protests with the champ and ushers her back to her corner to break up her premature celebration.
4...5… Hannah stirs and manages to roll over to one side, but eyes squeezed shut and panting hard. Finally, she manages to take hold of the lower ropes.
6...7… Kate biting her lower lip, that signature grin plastered on her face, eyes hungrily eyeing Hannah’s lower body still throbbing with pain.
8… Hannah grunting loudly as she pulls herself up by the ropes! She almost collapses back down when she loses her balance for a second, but hugging the top top saves her from collapse.
Referee deems it fit to ring the bell, ending the round. Kate’s raised hand to the crowd elicits loud cheers, whilst Hannah stumbles slowly back to corner, collapsing onto her stool with relief. Kate eyeing her opponent proudly, drawing a gloved fist across her throat in a death taunt directed at Hannah’s body.
Round 6: Kate’s words becoming prophetic as Hannah goes into a downward spiral, struggling to stay afloat as the JMDD champ bullies her across the span of the ring. Hannah keeping her painted targets small and confined, hunched over and arms protecting her face, but Upton more than gleefully spanking gloves below the belly button, adding to Hannah’s discomfort below the belt. Hannah’s turn to clinch forward to save herself, but Upton uses her heavier-set curves to shove the poor girl back towards the ropes, where she enacts more punishment across her frame, sending Hannah’s mammaries jiggling wildly left and right. Upton torquing back her right hand, about to deliver knockout blow, when Ferguson crunches her forehead forward, perhaps in desperation, cracking her skull off of Upton’s forehead, right between the brow! Kate steps backwards in a daze, throwing her off her prey, but thankfully referee saw that illegal move, pauses the action to check on Kate. Upton looks more pissed off than hurt, growling as she demands that she’s “F*CKING FINE. NOW LEMME ME AT THIS B*TCH!!” to which the ref shrugs and waves to continue.
Hannah may have deducted points from that move, but it can't possibly put her in a worse position than before… much needed breathing space gained as she manages to straighten up along the ropes and motions for Kate to bring it on with a weakened smile. With a scream of rage Kate flies headlong into danger, but the brief lull in action is enough for Hannah to catch her breath - she blocks a right hook from Upton, staggering her off balance, then plugs both fists straight into her chest! Upton lets out a squeal of protest, returns the favour with powerful punches of her own to Hannah’s jugs, and the last thirty seconds of the round see both girls just trading chest shots, faces wincing, mouths gawking, bodies jerking from the blows as they offend the very fabric of each other’s wardrobes as the cloth begins tearing apart. Bell rings and the referee has to jump in when neither girl stops with the jug abuse, continuing to alternate punches with growls of rage. Of course, the crowd goes ‘Awwww’ at having the action paused mid-way, but Kate still scoring dominantly from her earlier shutout of the Vixen, even though Hannah tried to blunt her advance towards the end.
Round 7: Lesser women would see them exhausted by the seventh round, but this is of course Kate Upton and Hannah Ferguson we’re talking about. Somehow they will their bodies back into overdrive and the result is a gruelling back-and-forth between both girls, driving each other back at various points in the round. First of course comes Upton, who’s still furious at having her jugs violated, now exacting her anger on Hannah’s body and chest, in what looks at first to be a repeat shutout of previous round, leaving Hannah’s corner biting their nails as the blonde is whack and prodded and slammed back to the corner by Kate’s punches. Kate relishes her dominance, licking her lips as she continues jamming fist after fist into either side of Hannah’s bikini top… and it proves too much for the fabric to bear! The crowd collectively gasps in shock on behalf of Hannah when the frayed cotton strings simply SNAP, leaving Hannah’s top fluttering to the ground and her chest completely exposed! Upton roaring with excitement, doesn’t relent the pressure one bit on Hannah’s orbs. Surprise though from Hannah’s corner as their girl still calm as a rock, focused and even banging back when she can, the loss of modesty doing little to dampen her spirit. Far from throwing in the towel like a lesser woman would, Hannah wraps arm around Upton’s chest, hugging forward, then firing her own fist up into Kate’s chin in quick-fire uppercuts, stunning her at a point when all Kate was probably thinking about was her victory dance.
Slogging work as Hannah the one rallying, beating Upton back punch by punch, an Amazonian roar let out made bare by her exposed and reddened chest. Hannah RAMMING her gloves into Upton’s own jiggling assets, determined to maul them as far out of shape as possible as well. Upton now mewing and moaning, trying to block incoming punches with her back hitting the opposite turnbuckle, giving Hannah greater leverage by stacking the JMDD champ up with stiff blows to the bottom of the jaw, then straight blows to the chest, alternating targets for a good minute. Crowd lets out another roar of approval when the champ’s chest is laid bare as well and Upton’s blue bikini top goes flying from a nasty uppercut.
Girls grunting now as they clinch close to each other, wrestling for control in one corner, their bare chests mashing together for dominance. But the bell rings signaling the end of the round, yet neither girl acknowledges it, sweaty bodies continuing jockeying for supremacy, their lips sucking on opposing shoulder. Referee not enjoying the job of squeezing himself in between both girls, finally separating them apart. But both girls simply too tired at this point to protest, swaying on their feet with both arms dangling in front.
Round 8: Girls are effectively drawn in points, and they both know they have to break the other in order to get ahead. Neither girl taking the time or effort to repair their bikini tops, though their corners certainly have made an effort, but both Kate and Hannah proudly showing off their gleaming chests, not bothering to cover up until the fists start flying of course. Hannah now the one getting an early lead, targeting Kate’s larger cups thinking they're easier to smack around. Kate for once in her life perhaps regretting having so-called ‘a bigger pair’ as her tits are smashed left and right, then mashed in by Hannah’s leather. But Hannah soon regretting her focus as Kate goes up top with powerful hooks that land cleanly on her face, swivelling her head left, then right. Kate arguably doing more damage when Hannah suddenly staggered to one side, struggling to stay upright. But Kate too slow to capitalise, and last minute sees neither girl willing to give up ground - they stumble toward each other slowly and then sweat-slicked bodies collide with a SLAP as they continue jamming fists up into each other’s tummies, one arm hooked around the shoulder and waist for greater leverage. This is what the crowd came here to see, obviously, both beauties folding each other in half with thudding blows into midsections and below the belt. At the bell, ring officials left scratching their heads at how to score these last two rounds, with both girls dead even and neither looking like they’re about to go down anytime soon.
Round 9: Corner teams doing their best to reduce the swelling on their girls’ bodies. Both Hannah and Kate looking spent as they sit sprawled on stools in the corner, arms draped over middle ropes with chest and belly pulsing in and out.
But Round 9 has to start and the best woman has to be crowned somehow, someway. They’re slow to rise and even slower to collide in the center, rage and energy from previous round now distilled down to pure, smouldering hatred. Past few months’ back-and-forth brawling, taunting and backstage scuffles leading to this very moment where girls get to prove to the other who’s the real queen of the ring, and correspondingly, who’s the other’s b*tch.
Final deep-throated growl sees both girls throwing themselves at each other yet again, too exhausted to bother about distractions like defence, as they fire away, hoping to get lucky. Sudden shout of victory from Kate’s corner when their girl ROCKS Hannah to one side with a right hook. Kate continuing to beat on her belly, the piercing gloves the only thing keeping Hannah standing up straight as her midsection’s jacked and plundered. Still, the Vixen manages to stagger back into the ropes for support, with Kate following close behind, her fists colliding into Hannah’s body followed by her curvy body slamming in a close second, the combined force pistoning Hannah’s mouthpiece out of her mouth with a spray of spittle. Miracle that Ferguson still has the capacity to clinch up with Upton, jockeying for position along the extent of rope. Kate pressing into Hannah, hissing into her ear: “You're f*cking done, Hannah. Give the f*ck up.” to which Hannah only groans in response. “How would you like me to jug you out later, huh?” Kate continues with the mind games, emphasizing her threat with a push of her fist into Hannah’s bruised midsection. “I know, I’ll-- uGGHHh!!”
Once again Kate toying with her food, doesn't see Hannah positioning her fist within the clinch, replies Upton with a bullying right uppercut straight into her belly! Kate’s smile fades as she’s bent over, chin resting on Hannah’s shoulder as the Vixen hisses back: “How about you jug yourself out, b*tch?!” then muscling Kate about so that her back’s now to the ropes, and then Hannah SIMPLY. GOES. TO. TOWN. Kate’s guard is barely up, mouth open as Hannah sweeps her hands across her face left right left right, then jams both her fists into defenseless body puh puh puh puh. Energy of the crowd goes through the roof as they sense the end is near-- BUT NO! The bell rings and Hannah lets out a disheartened strangled sigh, her body collapsing back into Kate’s broken one! Certainly controversy right there as the referee seemed to be stalling during those last moments of the round, refusing to declare a TKO victory for Hannah.
Bell has rung but both girls still shoving their fists into each other along the ropes, until the referee has to step in once again to restore order. Kate has to be helped to her own corner, and Hannah barely makes it back to hers. Looks like we’re heading into round 10 folks.
Round 10: Increasing possibility of this fight ending by decision sees realization of what both girls have to do to win: Hannah now with the advantage, coming straight for the injured and bleeding Upton and starts slapping fist after fist into her vulnerable bosom from the get-go, driving Kate back to her corner in opening minute of the fight. Kate almost sobbing at this point, one arm draped over her chest, trying to protect it futilely. Perhaps though it’s the fact that she’s the f*cking JMDD champ, or that Kate’s jugs have certainly endured worse, or blame Hannah for switching her targets at the last moment, going after Kate’s prized assets instead of finishing her off with her off with her signature right hooks to the face, Kate begins slowly but surely firing back with stiff blows to Hannah’s chest and tummy, shocking her - Hannah clearly not expecting a rally at this point. The Vixen tries punching back with the remainder of her strength, but Kate now out-punching her steadily, and a final flurry of punches to the tummy sees Hannah bending over with a grunt, mouthpiece shooting out with spittle staining the ground. With a growl that sounds like ‘Let’s f*cking end this’, Kate grabs Hannah by the hair with one hand, the other snaking around her waistband - she jerks her foe up roughly with a tug of the hair, then ploughs her other fist deep into her the curve of Hannah’s tummy. Hannah gurgling, eyes and mouth open with shock. But it’s rinse and repeat for Kate, as she stacks Hannah up by the hair and then folds her in half over and over and over again, merciless and scowling expression etched on the Queen’s face. With Hannah defenseless, hugging her stomach, Kate pulls back a final right hand, pistons it squarely below the belt, bunching up her bikini bottom and lifting the Vixen right off her feet. Stunned silence as audience seems to hold their collective breaths, before Hannah’s body comes collapsing down to the ground, broken both physically and mentally. And there the Welterweight champion lies: arms and legs sprawled out, pool of spittle forming at one side of her mouth.
Referee starts the count. Kate simply too spent herself, collapsing backwards to the turnbuckle, but the referee hits an 8 and Hannah’s still not moving! He reaches the 10 count!! And it’s over!!
Official Decision: Kate Upton defeats Hannah Ferguson via KO10!!
After: “Laaaaadies and Gentlemennnn… Your winner, STILL the JMDD Champion... and NEW Welterweight Champion of the world…. MS. KATE UPPPPTON!” The announcer clearly having enough energy between both girls at this point after this hard fought battle. Observers note the small upward curve of Kate’s lips in a devious but triumphant smile at the sound of her name.
Immediately, there’s chaos ring-side as the two stables crash into one another, holding back their disdain long enough after each side rooting for their girls all this while, but bloodlust finally breaking to breaking point.
Kate, though, not distracted and more importantly, not interrupted as she removes both her gloves gingerly, positions herself at the top of Hannah’s faced down form. Kate falls down to her knees, her thighs straddling either side of Hannah’s knocked out head, her face still hidden in her blonde hair.
“Stop trying to hide, Hannah,” Kate coos down, before sinking her fingers into her blonde hair and pulling Hannah’s face up slowly, passing the length of her body. Hannah barely eliciting a moan as her lips and facial features graze past Kate’s sweat-soaked briefs, then Kate feels hot breaths on Kate’s pulsing tummy as Hannah’s lips forced to kiss her bruised abs. Wide grin as Kate gingerly snakes her legs around Hannah’s waist in a scissors, allowing the blonde’s chin to finally rest at the base of Kate’s massive jugs.
“Wake up, Hannah,” Kate hisses as she sends slap after slap into her cheek. Hannah’s eyes finally flutter open from the stinging pain. “I want you awake when I jug you the f*ck out.”
Hannah finally realises the vulnerable position she’s in, hisses back as she fights back tears. “Screw you and your--MPPGHHH!!”
Kate cuts her off by pulling her face down into the curves of her sweat-slicked cleavage, making sure to twist, jerk and scrub Hannah’s face over every inch of flesh, forcing her lips and nose into every crevice and cranny. Clear that Upton still toying with her food, aiming for maximum humiliation rather than a quick execution as Hannah simply squeezes her eyes shut and sucks in precious breath whenever there's a brief opening, trying to endure the jug smother.
Kate finally releases the pressure, letting Hannah draw deep gulps of air as her cheek lies down on one side. “I beat you fair and square this time. Woman to woman. It looks like I’m the Queen after all, and you're just my b*tch.”
Before Hannah can respond, Kate heaves upwards, flipping Hannah’s body over and using her arms and elbows for leverage. Suddenly it’s Hannah’s turn to squeal and thrash as she realized what’s coming - last minute effort to break free from the tormentress, but Kate’s weight immediately pinning her body down. Kate wastes no time, lowering her chest pat down onto Hannah’s face, sealing the jug smother firmly in place with a snaking of her biceps around the back of Hannah’s neck, shoving her face even further into her battered jugs. “Kiss them and say goodnight, Hannah,” Kate huffs into wet hair - no playing around this time, Kate finally sealing the deal and establish her dominance once and for all.
Soon, all strength leaves Hannah’s body - she becomes completely still and limbs fall limply to the side. Kate still lingers on top, rocking back and forth just to make sure her hated rival’s down for the count and not playing possum. Satisfied, Kate releases the hold, revealing Hannah’s stunned and jugged out face, her eyes fluttering, lips open and drooling to one side. Kate tumbles over her, catching her breath side-by-side with her foe, before slowly rising to be feet to the cheers of the crowd.
She spies the rest of stable mates like Demi Lovato, Missy Peregrym and Emily VamCamp making short work of the other Vixens by the ring-side. Kate having every confidence that she’s standing and her opponent is not, underlines the point with a foot planted squarely on Hannah’s tummy for the cameras.
A short rein for the Vixen tonight, but certainly kudos to the VIX team for putting the title on the line to such a dangerous opponent like Upton. One thing’s for sure though: Kate’s back on top of her division, and some say the entire league, now the proud owner of two division title belts.
Long live the Queen!
(Words: Vixens / Results: Lookout!)
Hannah:
(25, 5’9, 130, 12:1 FCBA, VIXENs)
Kate:
(25, 5’10, 141, 23:11 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
Before: Pre-fight interviews conducted in separate locker rooms - such is the animosity between both girls that if they were to find each other physically in the same room, all hell would certainly break loose, as evident from that previous shower room scuffle that Hannah seems to enjoy bringing up to reporters over and over again.
Nothing but hateful things to say as she tightens the strings on her black-red gloves on either fist with a tug on her teeth. “This clash was bound to happen. Can you believe it - this time, I have people coming up to me and saying, ‘I hope you beat this b*tch down. Kate Upton deserves to be taken down a notch!’?” Hannah lets out a short laugh at the camera. “I’m the f*cking good guy for once. That’s how much people hate Upton’s guts.”
The highlight reel cuts to Upton in her own backstage room, warming up with some pounding on training mitts in the corner. The JMDD champion all covered up, black and white robe revealing nothing but flashes of chest and meaty thighs as she pounds away with red gloves and spouts insults at her opponent tonight. “Everything about Hannah’s fraudulent. The way she won the title, the way she fights backstage - hell, her f*cking jugs are fake. I’m not only going to take away her title, but I’m gonna jug her out in front of thousands,” Upton smiling genially as she winks at the camera. “I’m ready, Hannah. Are you?”
The pyrotechnics and rock music blasts as both girls take their turns making their entrance into the arena, Hannah coming out first in stunning red bikini covered partially by short pink robe, waving cheerfully at the crowds on either side. Officials wait until Hannah’s comfortably in her corner in the ring before announcing her opponent’s entrance. Kate’s robe now carelessly hanging open loose, no longer hiding her blue bikini that’s barely holding her assets in tow. Smirk of condescension on the blonde’s face in contrast to her opponent’s as they lock eyes from afar.
In the ring, referee doesn’t even bother asking either girl to meet in the center, let alone shake hands. He knows that it’s easier to ask pigs to fly. Instead, he accedes to what the fans are clamouring for as the chanting gets louder and louder: ‘Let them fight! LET THEM FIGHT!!’ as we inch closer to the start of this explosive match-up. Girls’ eyes are locked on each other from opposite ends, bouncing on their feet, their fists already up, and the referee finally signals for the war to start.
Round 1: Crowd roars with acknowledgement as both girls stride confidently forward, directly at each other, and then BANG - Hannah scores first blood with a lightning right hook straight to Kate’s kisser! The JMDD Champion is stunned as her head’s swiped right, then cradled again and again as Hannah cleans out her clock in the opening seconds of the match! Are we looking at a first round knockout from the blonde?? Kate certainly having trouble with Hannah’s power punches, but quickly realizes this and to her credit, jumps out of harm’s way before a fourth consecutive punch can land. Scowl on her already-reddened face as she keeps Hannah at bay now with multitude of jabs in reply. Hannah overly eager, haphazardly walking into each long punch as they connect with her cheek. Perhaps wishful thinking that she could put Kate away in just three minutes, but the crowd isn't complaining, glad to see Kate Upton rallying towards the end, signaling this fight is just beginning.
Round 2: Hannah learning her lesson, trying to pace herself for the long haul, but will it be enough to keep her momentum? Kate disagrees, obviously, now switching from prey to predator as the JMDD champ stalks her opponent about the ring, opening up with flurries of jabs to Hannah’s head, then plunging underhooks into her soft body. Ferguson now being beaten backwards, and Kate letting out a triumphant shout when she plunges another left-right combo straight into Hannah’s jugs, reminding the blonde who the real champion is. Hannah’s corner shouting at their girl to stick to what she’s good at: “Right hook! RIGHT HOOK!!” but Hannah only complies towards the end of the round, deflecting Kate’s jab and swatting punches back into her cheek and body. But it’s a little too late, and Kate comes back into the picture with a wide round.
Round 3: Blondes seem to be feeding off each other’s successes, taking turns trying to outdo each other with each subsequent round. Here comes Hannah now who’s looking to wipe that smirk off Kate’s face with some well-worn leather. Upton banging back, scoring points with busty punches right to the chest, but Hannah shrugs these blows off with a brace of body, instead targeting Kate’s head like she was instructed to. Upton stunned when another left hook crashes into the side of cheek, her hands busy underneath torturing Ferguson’s body that it leaves her defences wide open on top. Hannah exploits this by scrapping glove after glove across her face - Upton’s not looking too good all of a sudden as she’s driven backwards and sideways with each devastating blow. Hannah launching all her strength into a final right cross… it almost takes the champ’s head off as it collides square on Kate’s nose and takes the champ clean off her feet like a clothesline hanger. Loud GRUUHHH as Kate’s chest flies backwards, swept off her feet and her back hitting the ground with a THUD! A BEAUTIFUL KNOCKDOWN FOR HANNAH FERGUSON!!
Hannah draws first blood yet again with a round 3 takedown of her hated opponent. Ferguson taunting down at her from all sides, stalking around her prone and sprawled body before the referee herds her back to corner to start the count.
3… 4… Upton’s chest heaving up and down, eyes blinking wildly at the bright lights above. But she manages to will herself into sitting position with a groan.
5...6… The crowd seems to be on Kate’s side all of a sudden, cheering her on: ‘Let’s go, Upton, let’s go!” but not sure whether they’re simply out for more blood and prolonged battle of attrition between both beauties.
Nonetheless, it has desired effect - Hannah scowling, pacing angrily in corner as Kate manages to rise back to her feet by the count of 7!
Girls steady themselves to charge back at each other but the bell rings almost immediately after. Hannah mouthing off to Kate at the other corner of the ring: ‘Next round… you’re dead weight, Upton!’ Kate glaring back with similar intensity, revenge on her mind for sure.
Round 4: It’s now or never, and Hannah knows it too. Bell rings and the Vixen charges - Kate looks like a deer in headlights as she steadies herself for inevitable onslaught. Right hand lands square to middle of Kate’s forearms and stuns her in place, before Hannah starts plunging fistz up into every possible inch of Upton’s body. Kate crowded in close, can almost taste her rival’s hatred with Ferguson’s hot breaths huffing steadily on her shoulder and cheek. Still, Upton holding on even though her body battered relentless - she’s protecting her head religiously, as she should, denying Hannah that coveted knockout and frustrating her now useless lead. Towards the end of round, Kate clinches up with fellow blonde, denying her further surface area to punch. Hannah succeeds in withering away her own strength though, muscling Upton back to the ropes, continuing the tummy and rack torture but not doing enough to put Kate away at the bell. Hannah not letting this go it seems, hissing into Kate’s ear: “You're a stubborn little b*tch, aren't you? I’m gonna put you down next round,” to which Kate simply seductively replies: “That's what you said last round... It’s only going downhill for YOU!”
Upton punctuates that last syllable with a sudden thrust of her knee... right up between Hannah’s legs! There's a strangled scream from as spasms travel up Hannah’s body, her legs giving way as she crumples down in Kate’s waiting arms. Upton continuing her evil grin as she cups Hannah’s face with both hands, guiding Hannah’s lips deliberately down her chest and belly. “How does your conqueror taste like, Hannah?” she coos, before the referee finally intervenes and pries her off. Kate not winning the round, that's for sure, but she sure looks like it, strutting back to her corner and leaving Hannah pooled on her knees, hanging onto the middle rope, her legs squeezed shut. Referee has to assist her back to corner but not before giving Upton a stern warning.
Round 5: We’re only just hitting the middle mark and both girls’ bodies seem to have been already ravaged, pushed beyond their ordinary limit. Red blotches dotting Kate’s midsection and cheeks, whilst Ferguson has trouble standing after what happened the previous round. Still, flames lighting in her eyes as she vows revenge, takes one steady step forward at a time but winching all the way. It’s Kate’s turn to prove her superiority, certainly eager to end this right here and now when she has the best odds. But Kate overly confident, still grinning at her handiwork with her guard down, suddenly ROCKED with Hannah whips a glove across the face outta nowhere, then another slams straight into her nose. Yet, Hannah’s fortunes too good to be true as Kate’s face turns serious, firing back with flurry of punches of her own that slam hard into Hannah’s face. Ferguson’s footwork going to sh*t as she can't manoeuvre her legs fast enough without sending painful spasms through the rest of her body. This of course allows Kate to pick her targets at leisure, whipping the Vixen’s head left, right, drawing a deep groan. Then, final uppercut to the jaw lifts Hannah off her feet and flying back in the air! Steve Boyd’s worse nightmares come true as the Welterweight champ’s hits the ground with a THUD! It’s a comeback KNOCKDOWN for MS. KATE UPTON!
Kate already celebrating with two hands held high to the crowds. She cruelly stalks Ferguson on the ground, eyeing her writhing movements and positioning herself strategically at the base of Hannah’s head, all ready to administer the special JMDD treatment. But referee has to do his job, protests with the champ and ushers her back to her corner to break up her premature celebration.
4...5… Hannah stirs and manages to roll over to one side, but eyes squeezed shut and panting hard. Finally, she manages to take hold of the lower ropes.
6...7… Kate biting her lower lip, that signature grin plastered on her face, eyes hungrily eyeing Hannah’s lower body still throbbing with pain.
8… Hannah grunting loudly as she pulls herself up by the ropes! She almost collapses back down when she loses her balance for a second, but hugging the top top saves her from collapse.
Referee deems it fit to ring the bell, ending the round. Kate’s raised hand to the crowd elicits loud cheers, whilst Hannah stumbles slowly back to corner, collapsing onto her stool with relief. Kate eyeing her opponent proudly, drawing a gloved fist across her throat in a death taunt directed at Hannah’s body.
Round 6: Kate’s words becoming prophetic as Hannah goes into a downward spiral, struggling to stay afloat as the JMDD champ bullies her across the span of the ring. Hannah keeping her painted targets small and confined, hunched over and arms protecting her face, but Upton more than gleefully spanking gloves below the belly button, adding to Hannah’s discomfort below the belt. Hannah’s turn to clinch forward to save herself, but Upton uses her heavier-set curves to shove the poor girl back towards the ropes, where she enacts more punishment across her frame, sending Hannah’s mammaries jiggling wildly left and right. Upton torquing back her right hand, about to deliver knockout blow, when Ferguson crunches her forehead forward, perhaps in desperation, cracking her skull off of Upton’s forehead, right between the brow! Kate steps backwards in a daze, throwing her off her prey, but thankfully referee saw that illegal move, pauses the action to check on Kate. Upton looks more pissed off than hurt, growling as she demands that she’s “F*CKING FINE. NOW LEMME ME AT THIS B*TCH!!” to which the ref shrugs and waves to continue.
Hannah may have deducted points from that move, but it can't possibly put her in a worse position than before… much needed breathing space gained as she manages to straighten up along the ropes and motions for Kate to bring it on with a weakened smile. With a scream of rage Kate flies headlong into danger, but the brief lull in action is enough for Hannah to catch her breath - she blocks a right hook from Upton, staggering her off balance, then plugs both fists straight into her chest! Upton lets out a squeal of protest, returns the favour with powerful punches of her own to Hannah’s jugs, and the last thirty seconds of the round see both girls just trading chest shots, faces wincing, mouths gawking, bodies jerking from the blows as they offend the very fabric of each other’s wardrobes as the cloth begins tearing apart. Bell rings and the referee has to jump in when neither girl stops with the jug abuse, continuing to alternate punches with growls of rage. Of course, the crowd goes ‘Awwww’ at having the action paused mid-way, but Kate still scoring dominantly from her earlier shutout of the Vixen, even though Hannah tried to blunt her advance towards the end.
Round 7: Lesser women would see them exhausted by the seventh round, but this is of course Kate Upton and Hannah Ferguson we’re talking about. Somehow they will their bodies back into overdrive and the result is a gruelling back-and-forth between both girls, driving each other back at various points in the round. First of course comes Upton, who’s still furious at having her jugs violated, now exacting her anger on Hannah’s body and chest, in what looks at first to be a repeat shutout of previous round, leaving Hannah’s corner biting their nails as the blonde is whack and prodded and slammed back to the corner by Kate’s punches. Kate relishes her dominance, licking her lips as she continues jamming fist after fist into either side of Hannah’s bikini top… and it proves too much for the fabric to bear! The crowd collectively gasps in shock on behalf of Hannah when the frayed cotton strings simply SNAP, leaving Hannah’s top fluttering to the ground and her chest completely exposed! Upton roaring with excitement, doesn’t relent the pressure one bit on Hannah’s orbs. Surprise though from Hannah’s corner as their girl still calm as a rock, focused and even banging back when she can, the loss of modesty doing little to dampen her spirit. Far from throwing in the towel like a lesser woman would, Hannah wraps arm around Upton’s chest, hugging forward, then firing her own fist up into Kate’s chin in quick-fire uppercuts, stunning her at a point when all Kate was probably thinking about was her victory dance.
Slogging work as Hannah the one rallying, beating Upton back punch by punch, an Amazonian roar let out made bare by her exposed and reddened chest. Hannah RAMMING her gloves into Upton’s own jiggling assets, determined to maul them as far out of shape as possible as well. Upton now mewing and moaning, trying to block incoming punches with her back hitting the opposite turnbuckle, giving Hannah greater leverage by stacking the JMDD champ up with stiff blows to the bottom of the jaw, then straight blows to the chest, alternating targets for a good minute. Crowd lets out another roar of approval when the champ’s chest is laid bare as well and Upton’s blue bikini top goes flying from a nasty uppercut.
Girls grunting now as they clinch close to each other, wrestling for control in one corner, their bare chests mashing together for dominance. But the bell rings signaling the end of the round, yet neither girl acknowledges it, sweaty bodies continuing jockeying for supremacy, their lips sucking on opposing shoulder. Referee not enjoying the job of squeezing himself in between both girls, finally separating them apart. But both girls simply too tired at this point to protest, swaying on their feet with both arms dangling in front.
Round 8: Girls are effectively drawn in points, and they both know they have to break the other in order to get ahead. Neither girl taking the time or effort to repair their bikini tops, though their corners certainly have made an effort, but both Kate and Hannah proudly showing off their gleaming chests, not bothering to cover up until the fists start flying of course. Hannah now the one getting an early lead, targeting Kate’s larger cups thinking they're easier to smack around. Kate for once in her life perhaps regretting having so-called ‘a bigger pair’ as her tits are smashed left and right, then mashed in by Hannah’s leather. But Hannah soon regretting her focus as Kate goes up top with powerful hooks that land cleanly on her face, swivelling her head left, then right. Kate arguably doing more damage when Hannah suddenly staggered to one side, struggling to stay upright. But Kate too slow to capitalise, and last minute sees neither girl willing to give up ground - they stumble toward each other slowly and then sweat-slicked bodies collide with a SLAP as they continue jamming fists up into each other’s tummies, one arm hooked around the shoulder and waist for greater leverage. This is what the crowd came here to see, obviously, both beauties folding each other in half with thudding blows into midsections and below the belt. At the bell, ring officials left scratching their heads at how to score these last two rounds, with both girls dead even and neither looking like they’re about to go down anytime soon.
Round 9: Corner teams doing their best to reduce the swelling on their girls’ bodies. Both Hannah and Kate looking spent as they sit sprawled on stools in the corner, arms draped over middle ropes with chest and belly pulsing in and out.
But Round 9 has to start and the best woman has to be crowned somehow, someway. They’re slow to rise and even slower to collide in the center, rage and energy from previous round now distilled down to pure, smouldering hatred. Past few months’ back-and-forth brawling, taunting and backstage scuffles leading to this very moment where girls get to prove to the other who’s the real queen of the ring, and correspondingly, who’s the other’s b*tch.
Final deep-throated growl sees both girls throwing themselves at each other yet again, too exhausted to bother about distractions like defence, as they fire away, hoping to get lucky. Sudden shout of victory from Kate’s corner when their girl ROCKS Hannah to one side with a right hook. Kate continuing to beat on her belly, the piercing gloves the only thing keeping Hannah standing up straight as her midsection’s jacked and plundered. Still, the Vixen manages to stagger back into the ropes for support, with Kate following close behind, her fists colliding into Hannah’s body followed by her curvy body slamming in a close second, the combined force pistoning Hannah’s mouthpiece out of her mouth with a spray of spittle. Miracle that Ferguson still has the capacity to clinch up with Upton, jockeying for position along the extent of rope. Kate pressing into Hannah, hissing into her ear: “You're f*cking done, Hannah. Give the f*ck up.” to which Hannah only groans in response. “How would you like me to jug you out later, huh?” Kate continues with the mind games, emphasizing her threat with a push of her fist into Hannah’s bruised midsection. “I know, I’ll-- uGGHHh!!”
Once again Kate toying with her food, doesn't see Hannah positioning her fist within the clinch, replies Upton with a bullying right uppercut straight into her belly! Kate’s smile fades as she’s bent over, chin resting on Hannah’s shoulder as the Vixen hisses back: “How about you jug yourself out, b*tch?!” then muscling Kate about so that her back’s now to the ropes, and then Hannah SIMPLY. GOES. TO. TOWN. Kate’s guard is barely up, mouth open as Hannah sweeps her hands across her face left right left right, then jams both her fists into defenseless body puh puh puh puh. Energy of the crowd goes through the roof as they sense the end is near-- BUT NO! The bell rings and Hannah lets out a disheartened strangled sigh, her body collapsing back into Kate’s broken one! Certainly controversy right there as the referee seemed to be stalling during those last moments of the round, refusing to declare a TKO victory for Hannah.
Bell has rung but both girls still shoving their fists into each other along the ropes, until the referee has to step in once again to restore order. Kate has to be helped to her own corner, and Hannah barely makes it back to hers. Looks like we’re heading into round 10 folks.
Round 10: Increasing possibility of this fight ending by decision sees realization of what both girls have to do to win: Hannah now with the advantage, coming straight for the injured and bleeding Upton and starts slapping fist after fist into her vulnerable bosom from the get-go, driving Kate back to her corner in opening minute of the fight. Kate almost sobbing at this point, one arm draped over her chest, trying to protect it futilely. Perhaps though it’s the fact that she’s the f*cking JMDD champ, or that Kate’s jugs have certainly endured worse, or blame Hannah for switching her targets at the last moment, going after Kate’s prized assets instead of finishing her off with her off with her signature right hooks to the face, Kate begins slowly but surely firing back with stiff blows to Hannah’s chest and tummy, shocking her - Hannah clearly not expecting a rally at this point. The Vixen tries punching back with the remainder of her strength, but Kate now out-punching her steadily, and a final flurry of punches to the tummy sees Hannah bending over with a grunt, mouthpiece shooting out with spittle staining the ground. With a growl that sounds like ‘Let’s f*cking end this’, Kate grabs Hannah by the hair with one hand, the other snaking around her waistband - she jerks her foe up roughly with a tug of the hair, then ploughs her other fist deep into her the curve of Hannah’s tummy. Hannah gurgling, eyes and mouth open with shock. But it’s rinse and repeat for Kate, as she stacks Hannah up by the hair and then folds her in half over and over and over again, merciless and scowling expression etched on the Queen’s face. With Hannah defenseless, hugging her stomach, Kate pulls back a final right hand, pistons it squarely below the belt, bunching up her bikini bottom and lifting the Vixen right off her feet. Stunned silence as audience seems to hold their collective breaths, before Hannah’s body comes collapsing down to the ground, broken both physically and mentally. And there the Welterweight champion lies: arms and legs sprawled out, pool of spittle forming at one side of her mouth.
Referee starts the count. Kate simply too spent herself, collapsing backwards to the turnbuckle, but the referee hits an 8 and Hannah’s still not moving! He reaches the 10 count!! And it’s over!!
Official Decision: Kate Upton defeats Hannah Ferguson via KO10!!
After: “Laaaaadies and Gentlemennnn… Your winner, STILL the JMDD Champion... and NEW Welterweight Champion of the world…. MS. KATE UPPPPTON!” The announcer clearly having enough energy between both girls at this point after this hard fought battle. Observers note the small upward curve of Kate’s lips in a devious but triumphant smile at the sound of her name.
Immediately, there’s chaos ring-side as the two stables crash into one another, holding back their disdain long enough after each side rooting for their girls all this while, but bloodlust finally breaking to breaking point.
Kate, though, not distracted and more importantly, not interrupted as she removes both her gloves gingerly, positions herself at the top of Hannah’s faced down form. Kate falls down to her knees, her thighs straddling either side of Hannah’s knocked out head, her face still hidden in her blonde hair.
“Stop trying to hide, Hannah,” Kate coos down, before sinking her fingers into her blonde hair and pulling Hannah’s face up slowly, passing the length of her body. Hannah barely eliciting a moan as her lips and facial features graze past Kate’s sweat-soaked briefs, then Kate feels hot breaths on Kate’s pulsing tummy as Hannah’s lips forced to kiss her bruised abs. Wide grin as Kate gingerly snakes her legs around Hannah’s waist in a scissors, allowing the blonde’s chin to finally rest at the base of Kate’s massive jugs.
“Wake up, Hannah,” Kate hisses as she sends slap after slap into her cheek. Hannah’s eyes finally flutter open from the stinging pain. “I want you awake when I jug you the f*ck out.”
Hannah finally realises the vulnerable position she’s in, hisses back as she fights back tears. “Screw you and your--MPPGHHH!!”
Kate cuts her off by pulling her face down into the curves of her sweat-slicked cleavage, making sure to twist, jerk and scrub Hannah’s face over every inch of flesh, forcing her lips and nose into every crevice and cranny. Clear that Upton still toying with her food, aiming for maximum humiliation rather than a quick execution as Hannah simply squeezes her eyes shut and sucks in precious breath whenever there's a brief opening, trying to endure the jug smother.
Kate finally releases the pressure, letting Hannah draw deep gulps of air as her cheek lies down on one side. “I beat you fair and square this time. Woman to woman. It looks like I’m the Queen after all, and you're just my b*tch.”
Before Hannah can respond, Kate heaves upwards, flipping Hannah’s body over and using her arms and elbows for leverage. Suddenly it’s Hannah’s turn to squeal and thrash as she realized what’s coming - last minute effort to break free from the tormentress, but Kate’s weight immediately pinning her body down. Kate wastes no time, lowering her chest pat down onto Hannah’s face, sealing the jug smother firmly in place with a snaking of her biceps around the back of Hannah’s neck, shoving her face even further into her battered jugs. “Kiss them and say goodnight, Hannah,” Kate huffs into wet hair - no playing around this time, Kate finally sealing the deal and establish her dominance once and for all.
Soon, all strength leaves Hannah’s body - she becomes completely still and limbs fall limply to the side. Kate still lingers on top, rocking back and forth just to make sure her hated rival’s down for the count and not playing possum. Satisfied, Kate releases the hold, revealing Hannah’s stunned and jugged out face, her eyes fluttering, lips open and drooling to one side. Kate tumbles over her, catching her breath side-by-side with her foe, before slowly rising to be feet to the cheers of the crowd.
She spies the rest of stable mates like Demi Lovato, Missy Peregrym and Emily VamCamp making short work of the other Vixens by the ring-side. Kate having every confidence that she’s standing and her opponent is not, underlines the point with a foot planted squarely on Hannah’s tummy for the cameras.
A short rein for the Vixen tonight, but certainly kudos to the VIX team for putting the title on the line to such a dangerous opponent like Upton. One thing’s for sure though: Kate’s back on top of her division, and some say the entire league, now the proud owner of two division title belts.
Long live the Queen!
