Hannah Ferguson vs. Camille Kostek (Queen of the Beach)
Jan 30, 2024 9:40:44 GMT -6
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Post by caspian on Jan 30, 2024 9:40:44 GMT -6
Note: This bout was supposed to go up on the latest PPV. Apologies for the delay.
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
Hannah Ferguson vs. Camille Kostek (Queen of the Beach Title)
Hannah:
(31, 5’10, 130, 96:24 FCBA, VIXENs)
Camille:
(31, 5’8, 31:13 FCBA, Bonzo’s Gym)
BEFORE:
Here’s the press conference for the Queen of the Beach title defense between Camille Kostek and champion Hannah Ferguson, held at the iconic Zuma Beach in Malibu, California!
The venue, known for its expansive shoreline and clear waters, is transformed into a haven with a unique ring set up directly on the sand dunes. Four sturdy wooden stakes mark the corners of the ring, with frayed ropes strung between them. The fighters will be competing barefoot, adding to the authenticity of the beach-themed battle.
As Hannah first takes her seat at the press table, her athletic build is evident. She's lean and toned, her muscles subtly defined beneath her skin, in her prime, her posture confident and gaze steely as she takes her seat. The Vixen is dressed in a simple yet stylish red bikini, covered partially by a white beach towel.
Camille, on the other hand, carries herself with a relaxed yet confident air. Her physique is shorter, yet statuesque, a firm blend of strength and grace. Her blue bikini choice complements her figure, and her smile is easy, but her eyes hold a competitive spark. She has after all recently beaten the champ out on the sand dunes, and vows to do so again this time round.
Hannah addresses the press first, her voice firm and clear, "This fight is more than just a title defense for me. It's about proving that I am the best in this division. Camille is a formidable opponent, but I've trained harder than ever to ensure that the title stays with me by the end of the night."
A reporter subsequently asks Hannah when she intends to finally make it into the FCBA Hall-of-Fame, with her fight count having long since passed the 100th mark. Ferguson grins, and quips:
“When they’ll have me,” she says. “Believe it or not, I’m not counting down the days, unlike some of my other stablemates… But I must be near the threshold. When that happens, I’m gonna make sure I cross over with a bang. And that starts with beating Camille tonight.”
From across the makeshift stage, Camille smiles and nods. She’s been patiently listening to Hannah this entire while, before responding in kind: "Listen, I respect Hannah's skills. She’s fought the battles and deserves ever accolade. But not against me. I’ll give her props for giving me a shot at her title, especially after having already fallen to my fists once upon the sands. But the end result is gonna be the same. The 'Queen of the Beach' title is within my reach, and I intend to claim it."
Later, as the final preparations for the match begin, both girls stand and make their way in their respective corners of the makeshift ring on Zuma Beach. The sun sets in the background, casting a golden hue over the scene, enhancing the anticipation in the air.
Hannah’s wearing a striking red bikini, its vibrant color contrasting against her sun-kissed skin. The bikini is snug, highlighting her well-defined abs and muscular arms, a testament to her rigorous training and discipline. She tests the sand beneath her feet, feeling its warmth, and then locks her gaze on Camille, her expression fierce. "Gonna pound you into the sand," she declares confidently, "and then I'll be riding your face as my victory lap."
Camille, representing Bonzo's Gym, counters with her own display of confidence. She wears a deep blue bikini that complements her statuesque figure, accentuating her long legs and athletic build. She too feels the sand under her feet, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, ready for action. Smirking at Hannah's words, she retorts, "You do that, Ferguson. And I'll do what Clauson couldn't. You'll be smothered out beneath my breasts, gasping for air."
Referee signals for the bell, and without further ado, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Welterweight action!
ROUND 1:
Hannah starts off strong, her fists flying high and fast, hoping to over-match Camille's power with speed and quantity. The two blondes engage in a titanic exchange in the middle of the sand dunes, their gloves immediately crashing in and thundering against each other's bodies and faces. There’s a steady "thwack, thwack!" and “crack, THUD!” of leather connecting, followed by grunts from each alpha blonde, both trading early. However, as the round progresses, Camille's stockier, more muscular frame begins to assert itself. The Bonzo fighter's punches start to carry more weight, her hooks and haymakers landing with a greater force that visibly jolts Hannah to either side, and each of Camille's blows, whether landing on the ribs, stomach, or face, seems to sap a little more strength from the Vixen. But Hannah, ever the fighter, refuses to back down. Stubborn retaliation with her own series of heavy shots, her hips rotated firm, her arms pulled back as far as she can, before those gloves rock into Camille's face and body in a desperate attempt to regain control. But the other blonde’s relentless pressure gradually drives the champ back, Camille’s feet digging into the sand before delivering JOLTS across her features, as she forces the leaner Ferguson towards her own corner! And in the final moments of the round, it's a clear bloodbath! A powerful hook from Kostek sends Hannah reeling towards the ropes proper, her body momentarily losing its balance as she stumbles through the dunes! OUCH! The Vixen's arms flail, seeking to block the incoming barrage, but Camille's punches keep coming now that she’s cornered, each one landing with a heavy "thud" to the arms and body. As the bell rings to signal the end of the round, Hannah finds herself leaning against the ropes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Despite her valiant effort, it's evident that Camille has dominated this round, her power and strength giving her a wide advantage on points!
ROUND 2:
Amore aggressive but nimble approach from Ferguson. Right from the bell, the leaner of the two blondes utilizes her agility to dodge some of Camille's powerful swings. Hannah’s movements are slick and swift, her feet shifting rapidly in the sand, creating a dance of evasion and attack. This strategy appears to pay off early, as she lands several critical jabs to Camille's cheeks, straight crosses that streak in to bash the nose. Each of her punches snaps her head back, momentarily stunning the Bonzo fighter. But despite her onslaught, Camille remains undeterred. A few jabs won’t hurt anybody, right? Kostek continues to charge forward, her intent clear: to pin Hannah against the ropes and unleash her power upon her. Her swings are heavy and relentless, each one pounding into Hannah’s arms and occasionally lunging under to snag the tummy, despite the Vixen’s constant movements, refusing to be trapped. And in the final minute, Camille's persistence pays off. She lands a MASSIVE haymaker on Hannah's temple, the impact jolting the blonde’s head and body back, her hair flying across the sand with the wind. Hannah lets out a grunt as she reels, her balance wavering as she stumbles through the sand yet again! Rushing in, Camille closes in fast, crowding Hannah’s unsteady form against the ropes. There, in these close quarters, she UNLEASHES! Punishing drills of lefts and rights land on her toned and taut abs, each punch a targeted assault on the champ’s midsection, bashing those gloves off the taut flesh with loud "whuds," making Hannah's body jerk and fold over with each hit. As the round comes to a close, the champ manages to fend off Camille's final onslaught by covering up and curling both her arms inwards, but the toll has been evident. She ends the round looking hurt and breathing hard, this fight running away from her before her eyes, her arms still wrapped about Camille's shoulders and neck, as Kostek manages to ram a final hook into her stomach to end another round won closely on points, but fully grinning back to Hannah's pained expression and labored breathing.
ROUND 3:
From the onset, Camille closes the distance, intent to continue her dominance. She knows Ferguson can’t keep up with her own power, and her attacks reflect this discrepancy: ferocious and relentless, threatening to overwhelm with powerful swings aimed at the head, breasts, and body. Each carries the potential to knock the Vixen off her feet if they land flush on the face or chin, cutting through the air with menacing "whooshes." Hannah, however, shows remarkable resilience and agility for her weight outclass, managing to stay afloat as she dodges and weaves, her movements desperate but effective, narrowly avoiding some of Camille's most dangerous blows, before shoving swift combos back into the challenger’s face and breasts. However, as the round progresses, Hannah’s defenses again begin to falter under the relentless pressure, finding herself once more cornered against the turnbuckle, trapped and vulnerable. Camille RUSHES in, wanting to use the final seconds to UNLEASH hell: her short, stumpy hooks thump into Hannah's stomach, each one landing on her abs with sickening "thuds", forcing her body to fold over, her face again contorting in pain as she struggles to withstand the assault till the bell rings. When it finally does, Camille is forced to step back by the referee with a pull on the shoulder, a smirk of satisfaction on her face. She opts to step in close, one of her gloves tilting Hannah's chin upwards, forcing the dazed Vixen to meet her gaze. "Looks like you’re barely hanging on, huh?" Camille says, her voice loud enough for her to hear. With that, she saunters away, leaving Hannah slumped against the turnbuckle, her body heaving with each breath, her eyes reflecting the challenge she faces.
ROUND 4:
A dramatic reversal, as Hannah attempts to mount her fierce comeback. From the bell, it’s her aggressive assault, which catches Camille off guard with a series of well-placed shots spanked off her body first, her arms second, then targeting her breasts, delivering stiff, haughty blows that force her to instinctively cover up and scramble. This defensive reaction opens up opportunities for Hannah, who capitalizes with another blast to the temple and chin, and more powerful straight hands crashing in to snap her head back, and disorient her badly! It’s Camille’s turn to stumble backwards towards the ropes, her balance compromised… allowing Hannah to close in, her eyes locked onto her targets: vicious uppercuts alternate between Camille's chin and more brutally to her breasts, those gloves landing with resounding "whaps”, as they snap the heaving blonde’s head upwards and back, keeping her dazed and disoriented whilst backing off. Those attacks on her chest are something as well, with Hannah’s gloves jolting them about and threatening to dislodge her bikini top entirely! It’s been a sordid tradition for these beach contests for either fighter to “claim” their opponents tops and strings, whether through brute force or absolute domination after their win. Now, Camille looks to be struggling to regain her composure, growing desperate as she feels her orbs beginning to loosen from her sockets. She attempts to retaliate with swings of her own, but they’re sent wild and lack the precision of earlier rounds, allowing Hannah to shift her focus to her tummy, bashing away at that waistline with a series of devastating hooks and uppercuts that force themselves right on the navel, Hannah’s glove sinking deep and deeper into the softer, toned flesh with a "whump, whump, WHUMP." The sound of leather forced into muscle is accompanied by Camille's grunts and gasps, her body folding over with each punishing blow. In the final moments of the round, Camille hangs onto the ropes and Hannah's shoulders for support. Her lips are parted, and eyes are wide with shock, as the champ continues to churn her insides. As the bell rings to end the round, Camille is left clinging to the ropes, visibly shaken and winded. For a moment, Hannah steps back, her chest heaving with exertion, but her own eyes burn with the fire of payback. She chooses to reach out with one gloved hand and gently lift Camille's chin, forcing the other blonde to meet her gaze in the same, taunting gesture. "This is just the beginning, babe. Gonna end you swiftly in the next." Camille, still trying to gather her senses, can only respond with a defiant glare, twisting her jawline out of her grasp and trying to prop her aching body back up the ropes, and make it back to her own corner to recuperate.
ROUND 5:
Ferguson dominates the first minute, her fists flying high towards the head with both precision and power. She lands a series of staggering shots straight to Kostek's face, each blow too fast for her to intercept, and the shots resonate across the dunes with a sharp "crack” and “thwap!” The American blonde's confidence surges, and she maneuvers a dazed Camille towards the turnbuckle with those repeated shots across the brow, eventually trapping her against the steel post before hammering her frame with another torrent of hooks, alternating punches between her face, breasts, and tummy. Each jolt across the face sends Camille’s head snapping to the side in a brutal arc, while the blows to her torso elicit more muffled grunts, with leather sinking into tummy with thudding impacts and making her entire body shudder. Hannah circumventing the challenger’s arms like a kungfu practice dummy, eventually leaning in close and thinking she’s in full control, especially when Kostek barely puts up resistance, content to merely lean back and sag into the corner to catch her breath. Ferguson growls and plows, deliberately stacked uppercuts into the center of Camille's belly, each punch driven into the navel with a deep, resonating "whud,” momentarily displacing the muscle underneath. Camille’s body reacts instinctively, her midsection clenching and unclenching with each strike, trying to absorb. And between punches, Hannah taunts her relentlessly, trying to break her psychologically as well as physically, with the Vixen’s lips brushing against ear and cheek. "That all you've got, Kostek?" she whispers. Then, without missing a beat, she slams another glove into Camille's stomach, driving the air out of her with a sharp "oof!" Hannah targets the base of Camille's breasts next with a series of uppercuts, each one landing with a muffled "whump" that sends her orbs jolting upwards and quivering within their bikini top, the fabric straining under each impact. As Hannah continues her barrage, she leans in again.. "You're not taking anything from me tonight," she taunts, before delivering another deep punch to the belly. The glove sinks in, creating a visible indent as Camille's body folds over the fist. Her face contorts in pain, a mix of frustration and determination flickering in her eyes.
But this moment of wanton gloating proves to be Hannah's undoing. Camille, fueled by sudden rage, braces her body during that last punch, before suddenly countering with her own devastating swings out of the corner. The Bonzo starlet's got NOTHING to lose, and simply channels her unbridled rage into each heavy glove crashing back, first into Hannah's breasts with brute force, sending them jolting violently from side to side, then her jawline herself, with Hannah getting rocked and shocked, but also determined to fight back! For a moment, the champ intensifies her own assault, but her punches are not hurting Camille any longer! Kostek ROCKS the stunned blonde across her jawline, and before Hannah can react, she’s already been grabbed by her shoulders, Camille REVERSING their positions with a swift, powerful shove back into the turnbuckle! It’s ALL OF A SUDDEN CAMILLE’S SHOW! Her turn to DOMINATE, hooks thudding into Hannah's torso and breasts, each punch landing with a sickening thud! The champ still has a look of abject surprise on her face as the rest of her frame jerks and contorts under the onslaught, her attempts to defend herself growing increasingly futile, especially when Camille shoves another uppercut into her stomach to bowl her over, threatening to cut the champ IN HALF with each hit! More hooks BLOW across Hannah's breasts, sending them jolting dangerously left, then right, then upwards, as Kostek keeps her snarl straight in Hannah’s face, her fists rammed into those delicious orbs from each side, and up into their base! Finally, the force of a hook causes one of Hannah’s bikini's cups to GIVE WAY, the fabric straining against the merciless move until it can no longer contain her assets! The crowd witnesses in real-time as Hannah’s strings and fabric are literally FLUNG off her sweat-slicked chest and out of the way, leaving Hannah utterly exposed, her already battered orbs left completely exposed and vulnerable, in an intense moment of embarrassment and physical discomfort!
Thankfully for Hannah, the bell rings soon after, as she mews and groans and covers up, heaving hard and her body about to slide down the turnbuckle in shock. Kostek, however, steps in close, reaching over Hannah’s shoulders and pulling her in tightly to keep her upright, their bodies pressed intimately in a clinch that leaves little room for escape. With a firm grip, she maneuvers Hannah's chin upwards, ensuring their eyes meet as she delivers her taunt with a smirk. "Looks like I've already claimed your top, Hannah," Camille boasts. "You're the one unraveling..." Before Hannah can muster a response, Camille's drives another glove into her body, a sharp, illegal hook that sends a jolt of pain through her already taxed muscles. The impact draws a stifled groan from Hannah, her body involuntarily curling forward in response to the sudden assault. And even as the champ’s knees BUCKLE, sending her collapsing down to the sand, Camille's grip remains firm on the remnants of her bikini. With a snap of defeat, the red fabric tears away from her chest, stripping Hannah of her last shred of dignity. Camille then turns and strides back to her corner, the red top twirling in her hand like a flag of conquest. She raises it high for all to see, her voice carrying across the arena with clear, unmasked glee. "Come and get it if you can, Hannah!" Camille calls out, her challenge echoing amidst the cheers and gasps of the crowd. "This is just the start. Your title's next!"
ROUND 6:
Ferguson, now stripped of her top and left vulnerable, growls and snarls in shocked defiance. She seems determined to swing this fight back in her favor, and initially, as they clash, the Vixen attempts to cover her exposed chest with her arms and guard, a natural instinct to protect herself from both physical and psychological warfare. However, realizing the futility of her actions, she suddenly decides to LET IT ALL GO, launching herself forward and allowing those orbs to flow along freely with her momentum! Kostek herself looks buoyed by her previous round's victory, entering the first minute with an almost cocky demeanor, aiming to capitalize on her foe’s exposed and humiliated state. She targets Hannah’s breasts repeatedly, thinking each hit will not only inflict physical pain but also chip away at her morale, and for the first minute, the sound of leather colliding with bare skin echoes across the beach, a muffled thump thump THUMP drawing a collective wince from the audience. With every strike, Hannah's breasts are subjected to a brutal dance, being jolted violently and compressed with each hit. The force of Camille's gloves sends ripples through the soft tissue, causing them to sway and bounce uncontrollably. Despite the onslaught, Hannah's reaction is one of fierce defiance. She grits her teeth, absorbing the hits, and her eyes, locked on Camille's, blaze with fury. However, Camille’s tactics soon reveal their flaws. With every punch targeting Hannah’s chest, she overextends herself, leaving her own face and body momentarily unprotected. The crowd can see these openings she unwittingly creates, a dangerous game against a fighter of Hannah’s caliber, who begins to trade harder, stiffer shots across her chin, the tide beginning to turn with each punch connecting in snaps that turn the challenger’s head to the side, making her stumble, each counter-shot a clear retort to Kostek, and a refusal for Hannah be cowed or humiliated. Another hook slams in with a heavy "WHACK" to the jawline, visibly shaking Camille and forcing a twisted wince across her face, and finally forcing her to retreat! The bigger blonde’s now on the defensive, trying to circle away and create distance, but Hannah keeps cutting her off and herding her back towards the ropes, intending to pound her out and repay the favor for earlier! And with Kostek’s back repeatedly pinned against the ropes, Hannah’s free to UNLEASH her fury back on her! Ferguson POUNDS AWAY with short-handed chops and uppercuts to her meaty torso and rounded rack, the impacts so forceful they seem to momentarily prop Camille upright before the next hit sends her reeling again against the ropes. One particularly vicious blow lands just beside her navel, the leather sinking into the softened flesh with a pronounced indent, sending a visible shudder through Camille's body, her tummy flesh rippling outward from the point of contact as if in slow motion. But there's little respite for the challenger. As her abdomen bleats outward, gasping for air in a brief moment of reprieve, another glove slams in again, driven with equal ferocity into the now-exposed and vulnerable midsection, forcing another loud, involuntary grunt from Camille's lips. The Bonzo girl is using her gloves and forearms to try and intercept, but it's clear she's in a tough spot! She’s taking her own swipes and pounds away at Hannah’s sides, but they’re lacking in power given her back pressed against the ropes and her butt slowly sliding in between. And even after an uppercut to the stomach rocks her over in half and both fighters' bodies end up collapsed into each other, not just as opponents but as pillars of support in their mutual exhaustion. Kostek, her resilience waning under the assault, finds herself involuntarily leaning onto Hannah’s form, seeking stability in the storm. Her lips part against the Vixen’s neck and shoulder, a silent, breathless plea for reprieve. But Hannah's gloves continue to find new targets, her breasts becoming the focus of her next vicious campaign. With each hit, Kostek’s bikini top strains against the onslaught, each punch threatening to undo what little coverage it provides. Hannah's intent is clear: to humiliate and dominate in turn, by dislodging the other blonde’s breasts from her own scant protection. With a growl, she shoves Kostek back against the ropes, holding her frayed body upright and against the frayed ropes that strain backwards from her weight. With one hand, she presses her glove into Camille's chest and leans in. "Let's see how you fare without this," Hannah huffs, gripping the fabric of her strained top and TUGGGGINNGG! Camille, despite her dazed state, barely has time to resist, her eyes flashing with both defiance and shock, as the flimsy fabric slides over her slick, glistening skin, just barely a moment of strained resistance before it finally succumbs with a SNAP! Just like that, the top is torn completely from Camille's chest, leaving her equally exposed and vulnerable, a moment of humiliation magnified by the crowd's reaction of stunned awe! Camille immediately reaches to cover herself, but it's too late. Her bikini top, now a symbol of her defeat, dangles uselessly from Hannah's glove, before being twirled in the air like a flag of conquest. "Looks like you're the one laid bare!" Hannah continues to hiss, her voice laced with triumph as she flings the garment out onto the sand in a final act of disdain!
Suddenly, however, there’s a ROAR of fury, and Camille Kostek REBOUNDS from her vulnerable position, her face a mask of rage and defiance, signaling her counterattack! She barrels right into Hannah in the middle of the ring, immediately unleashing her own swings that are aimed for the champ’s exposed breasts! Hannah, taken aback by the sudden onslaught, has to quickly regain her bearings, leaning forward as well to meet the raging bull’s aggression with her own equal ferocity, both blondes’ heads and shoulders meeting with a meaty smack, the two alpha blondes clinching tightly with arms wrapped around heads, shoulders, and waistlines! Their bodies press and strain as they exchange blow for blow, both now bare-chested and reduced to brawling for this last minute under the sun. Each punch to the breasts is met with a retaliatory strike, the impact causing their flesh to ripple and jolt under the force. Hannah DRIVES her glove into the side of one of Kostek's jugs, sending it flying to the side with a loud “WHAP" followed by a pained grunt from her lips. But the challenger wastes no time in retaliating, ramming her own gloves repeatedly upward, targeting the base of Hannah's own exposed breasts, making visible indents that send entire orbs flying upwards. The sight is almost surreal, Hannah’s breast momentarily deformed under the pressure of Camille's glove before the flesh bounces back into place. The champ’s own reaction is immediate: a sharp intake of breath, her body curling forward as she tries to mitigate the pain. For a moment, the two fighters are locked in this brutal give-and-take, their attacks focused on the other's most vulnerable points.
But Camille's body soon becomes a canvas of distress, with Hannah switching targets to impact her chin. With every fist swung down the middle and in an upwards arc, her head snaps back in a spray of sweat that arcs through the air, her long and loose blonde hair whipping wildly. Meanwhile, the shots to her torso and breasts continue unabated, mercilessly, each one causing her body to jerk and shudder. Her arms, initially poised for defense, begin to falter, dropping slightly around Hannah’s shoulders and sides with each successive biff or baff, leaving her increasingly exposed. Valiantly, Kostek still tries to swing and batter back, but those shots are quickly losing their power and effect, with Hannah slowly beating her counterattack, step by grueling step back, pushing her towards the ropes yet again. Finally, the striking visual of Camille's form, stunned and wilted into the ropes, is most stark. Camille's body trembles and folds over Hannah's repeated, invasive gloves, her abdomen getting compressed under the force of leather shoved in. Her breaths are forced out in sharp, pained gasps, as she tries to withstand the onslaught, with Hannah’s hooks swiping and drilling into her stomach, and driving the remaining air from her lungs, while her arms, once a barrier against the attacks, now cling uselessly to the champ’s shoulders. The once vibrant fighter is visibly fading, her strength getting sapped to its end. Hannah alternates her targets with strategic intent, ensuring that no single area bears the brunt for too long, spreading the punishment across her body, breasts, and chin, keeping Camille disoriented and unable to mount any form of defense. A final, powerful right hook SLAMS into her temple, stunning her to the side and causing her knees to immediately buckle! And even before she can allow gravity to claim her, Ferguson follows up with a fierce left uppercut that lands squarely on the base of Kostek’s chin! WHAMM! The impact is thunderous, echoing across the beach as the entirety of Camille's body goes limp and she collapses to the sandy canvas on the spot! It’s the FIRST and ONLY KNOCKDOWN of the evening, folks, with the referee immediately rushing in to administer the count… but it's equally clear the challenger isn’t getting up from the accumulated punishment! Camille remains on her side, breathing and heaving hard, as the referee gives the challenger the benefit of a full count to 10! THAT’S IT! He waves off the rest of this fight, meaning Ferguson scores her revenge in record fashion!
Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Camille Kostek via KO6! Hannah RETAINS the Queen of the Beach title!
AFTER:
In the aftermath of their brutal fight, Hannah, her own body marked by the ferocity of the battle, doesn’t even have the breath or space to celebrate, taking a much needed moment to rest against the nearby ropes, as the rest of the beach arena erupts in celebration on her behalf.
But the Golden Girl immediately begins to stumble towards the fallen Camille, her eyes ablaze with triumph and fierce determination to exact a final act of domination. She retrieves Camille's bikini top on the way over, the very symbol of her earlier humiliation, and now her trophy of victory. The blue fabric, torn and tattered from their earlier, intense struggle, dangles uselessly from Hannah's glove on her way over.
Meanwhile, Miss Kostek lies sprawled on the heated sand, her chest heaving upwards periodically with labored breaths, each a testament to the physical toll the fight has exacted on her. Her body, once a formidable force, now lies vulnerable and exposed under the open sky and glow of the setting sun, her skin glistening with sweat and marked by the red welts and indentations of Hannah's assault. Groans and grunts still escape her lips, her gumshield peeking through her lips, as she tries to comprehend the sudden reversal of fortunes.
Hannah’s shadow falls briefly over the defeated fighter before she doesn’t waste any time, dropping down to mount and straddle Camille’s chest and shoulders with her legs and hips, securing a position of absolute control that leaves her powerless to resist. Not that Kostek is in any state of mind to do so, anyways. The sudden weight of Hannah's body pressing down upon her only adds to the weight of her defeat, with Kostek letting out low groans and only slight twitches and squirms, as Hannah bears down and finds a snug position with her thighs framing her stunned face.
With a cruel smirk, Hannah leans forward, pressing the remnants of Camille's bikini top into the curve of her throat, using just enough force to make her groan. The fabric, already soaked with the sweat of their battle, clings to Camille’s skin. "Remember this?" Hannah taunts, her voice dripping with disdain. “Nothing personal, but this is what you get when you, or anyone else challenges the Queen of the Beach,” Hannah huffs from above.
Camille's response is muffled by her own gurgle, the fabric cutting off what remaining air that was flowing through her throat, her attempts to speak or even breathe deeply hindered by the symbolic gesture of her own bikini now being used against her. Her eyes register shock, anger, and humiliation, but they still lock onto Hannah's in a glare of defiance.
From above, Hannah continues, "You thought you could take my title? Not on this beach, babe.” She gives Camille's disheveled hair a not-so-gentle tug, emphasizing her point. "Remember this moment, Camille. This is as close as you're getting to my throne."
Then, the spectators are treated to one last visual of the aftermath of this fight: both fighters bare-chested, their bikinis lying strewn across the sand dunes like mutual casualties of this fierce contest, leaving their bodies exposed and glistening under the glaring sun. Their skin is slick with sweat, and marked by a fierce redness that contrasts deeply against the glow of the setting sun.
Hannah, seated above, her own chest heaving outwards from the effort of her victory, displays both satisfaction and exhaustion on her face. The physical toll is evident in the way her strained and battered muscles tense with each breath, the slight tremors of fatigue that run through her limbs. Beneath her, Camille's body remains pressed into the warm sand, a canvas of the fight's ferocity, with bruises already beginning to blossom across her torso and bosom. Her breathing is a ragged mix of exhaustion and emotional weight of her defeat, each breath pushing up against Hannah’s weighty victory.
After a few moments of the cameras capturing their fill, Hannah finally releases Camille's hair and stands back up, finding her own balance, before raising her arms in victory. The crowd cheers loudly, celebrating the Vixen’s successful title defense tonight. And after Hannah exits the ring, Camille is helped to her feet by her team. She's clearly too dazed to even register disappointment at this stage, but there's still a fire in her eyes that speaks of her determination to come back even stronger next time…
AFTER AFTER:
Much later, after both fighters have cleaned up and been patched up, Hannah Ferguson and Camille Kostek once again face the press with a demeanor that belies the ferocity of their recent contest. Both fighters, now relatively composed and breathing a little steadier from the table.
Their bodies bear the marks of their recent contest, yet their spirits are high, and a sense of camaraderie has replaced the competitive tension of the fight. Both fighters are wrapped in plush beach towels, the fabric contrasting with the visible bruises and bandages that adorn their skin. Hannah's left eye is slightly swollen, a testament to the ferocity of Camille's punches, while Camille sports a bandage over her right brow, a souvenir from Hannah's relentless attacks.
Hannah, her voice steady and reflective, begins by acknowledging the challenge Camille presented to her tonight. "She pushed me to my limits," the Golden Girl admits, her gaze and grin meeting Kostek's for a moment. "It was a tough fight, one of the toughest I've had on the sand. But that's what this sport is about—challenging each other and pushing ourselves to be better. I respect Camille immensely for that."
Camille, from across the table, nods in agreement, before adding her perspective. "Hannah’s a formidable opponent, and stepping into the ring with her is always going to be a battle," she says, her tone sincere. "We both gave it our all out there, and though I didn't come out on top this time, I'm proud of the fight we put on. Rematch? You bet. I'm looking forward to it."
Their comments are punctuated by nods and smiles of acknowledgment.
"As for what's next," Hannah continues, shifting the focus to her future plans, and putting up one finger at a time. “Ass-kinson, Kate overrated Upton, and Brooklyn freakin’ Decker. I've got three more fights before I make it to the Hall," she says, her voice firm. "And who better to take down than those three ass-hats who kickstarted my career. They've pushed me to my limit over the years, sure, but now they're the ones finally in my way. And I'm telling you now, they’re not gonna stop me. Not when I'm this close.”
Each of her named opponents, renowned in their own right, would undoubtedly be preparing to give their all to thwart the Vixen's march towards the Hall of Fame. And Hannah knows for a fact that she won’t be able to qualify with a loss on her record, making that last bout against Decker all the more high-stakes.
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
Hannah Ferguson vs. Camille Kostek (Queen of the Beach Title)
Hannah:
(31, 5’10, 130, 96:24 FCBA, VIXENs)
Camille:
(31, 5’8, 31:13 FCBA, Bonzo’s Gym)
BEFORE:
Here’s the press conference for the Queen of the Beach title defense between Camille Kostek and champion Hannah Ferguson, held at the iconic Zuma Beach in Malibu, California!
The venue, known for its expansive shoreline and clear waters, is transformed into a haven with a unique ring set up directly on the sand dunes. Four sturdy wooden stakes mark the corners of the ring, with frayed ropes strung between them. The fighters will be competing barefoot, adding to the authenticity of the beach-themed battle.
As Hannah first takes her seat at the press table, her athletic build is evident. She's lean and toned, her muscles subtly defined beneath her skin, in her prime, her posture confident and gaze steely as she takes her seat. The Vixen is dressed in a simple yet stylish red bikini, covered partially by a white beach towel.
Camille, on the other hand, carries herself with a relaxed yet confident air. Her physique is shorter, yet statuesque, a firm blend of strength and grace. Her blue bikini choice complements her figure, and her smile is easy, but her eyes hold a competitive spark. She has after all recently beaten the champ out on the sand dunes, and vows to do so again this time round.
Hannah addresses the press first, her voice firm and clear, "This fight is more than just a title defense for me. It's about proving that I am the best in this division. Camille is a formidable opponent, but I've trained harder than ever to ensure that the title stays with me by the end of the night."
A reporter subsequently asks Hannah when she intends to finally make it into the FCBA Hall-of-Fame, with her fight count having long since passed the 100th mark. Ferguson grins, and quips:
“When they’ll have me,” she says. “Believe it or not, I’m not counting down the days, unlike some of my other stablemates… But I must be near the threshold. When that happens, I’m gonna make sure I cross over with a bang. And that starts with beating Camille tonight.”
From across the makeshift stage, Camille smiles and nods. She’s been patiently listening to Hannah this entire while, before responding in kind: "Listen, I respect Hannah's skills. She’s fought the battles and deserves ever accolade. But not against me. I’ll give her props for giving me a shot at her title, especially after having already fallen to my fists once upon the sands. But the end result is gonna be the same. The 'Queen of the Beach' title is within my reach, and I intend to claim it."
Later, as the final preparations for the match begin, both girls stand and make their way in their respective corners of the makeshift ring on Zuma Beach. The sun sets in the background, casting a golden hue over the scene, enhancing the anticipation in the air.
Hannah’s wearing a striking red bikini, its vibrant color contrasting against her sun-kissed skin. The bikini is snug, highlighting her well-defined abs and muscular arms, a testament to her rigorous training and discipline. She tests the sand beneath her feet, feeling its warmth, and then locks her gaze on Camille, her expression fierce. "Gonna pound you into the sand," she declares confidently, "and then I'll be riding your face as my victory lap."
Camille, representing Bonzo's Gym, counters with her own display of confidence. She wears a deep blue bikini that complements her statuesque figure, accentuating her long legs and athletic build. She too feels the sand under her feet, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, ready for action. Smirking at Hannah's words, she retorts, "You do that, Ferguson. And I'll do what Clauson couldn't. You'll be smothered out beneath my breasts, gasping for air."
Referee signals for the bell, and without further ado, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Welterweight action!
ROUND 1:
Hannah starts off strong, her fists flying high and fast, hoping to over-match Camille's power with speed and quantity. The two blondes engage in a titanic exchange in the middle of the sand dunes, their gloves immediately crashing in and thundering against each other's bodies and faces. There’s a steady "thwack, thwack!" and “crack, THUD!” of leather connecting, followed by grunts from each alpha blonde, both trading early. However, as the round progresses, Camille's stockier, more muscular frame begins to assert itself. The Bonzo fighter's punches start to carry more weight, her hooks and haymakers landing with a greater force that visibly jolts Hannah to either side, and each of Camille's blows, whether landing on the ribs, stomach, or face, seems to sap a little more strength from the Vixen. But Hannah, ever the fighter, refuses to back down. Stubborn retaliation with her own series of heavy shots, her hips rotated firm, her arms pulled back as far as she can, before those gloves rock into Camille's face and body in a desperate attempt to regain control. But the other blonde’s relentless pressure gradually drives the champ back, Camille’s feet digging into the sand before delivering JOLTS across her features, as she forces the leaner Ferguson towards her own corner! And in the final moments of the round, it's a clear bloodbath! A powerful hook from Kostek sends Hannah reeling towards the ropes proper, her body momentarily losing its balance as she stumbles through the dunes! OUCH! The Vixen's arms flail, seeking to block the incoming barrage, but Camille's punches keep coming now that she’s cornered, each one landing with a heavy "thud" to the arms and body. As the bell rings to signal the end of the round, Hannah finds herself leaning against the ropes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Despite her valiant effort, it's evident that Camille has dominated this round, her power and strength giving her a wide advantage on points!
ROUND 2:
Amore aggressive but nimble approach from Ferguson. Right from the bell, the leaner of the two blondes utilizes her agility to dodge some of Camille's powerful swings. Hannah’s movements are slick and swift, her feet shifting rapidly in the sand, creating a dance of evasion and attack. This strategy appears to pay off early, as she lands several critical jabs to Camille's cheeks, straight crosses that streak in to bash the nose. Each of her punches snaps her head back, momentarily stunning the Bonzo fighter. But despite her onslaught, Camille remains undeterred. A few jabs won’t hurt anybody, right? Kostek continues to charge forward, her intent clear: to pin Hannah against the ropes and unleash her power upon her. Her swings are heavy and relentless, each one pounding into Hannah’s arms and occasionally lunging under to snag the tummy, despite the Vixen’s constant movements, refusing to be trapped. And in the final minute, Camille's persistence pays off. She lands a MASSIVE haymaker on Hannah's temple, the impact jolting the blonde’s head and body back, her hair flying across the sand with the wind. Hannah lets out a grunt as she reels, her balance wavering as she stumbles through the sand yet again! Rushing in, Camille closes in fast, crowding Hannah’s unsteady form against the ropes. There, in these close quarters, she UNLEASHES! Punishing drills of lefts and rights land on her toned and taut abs, each punch a targeted assault on the champ’s midsection, bashing those gloves off the taut flesh with loud "whuds," making Hannah's body jerk and fold over with each hit. As the round comes to a close, the champ manages to fend off Camille's final onslaught by covering up and curling both her arms inwards, but the toll has been evident. She ends the round looking hurt and breathing hard, this fight running away from her before her eyes, her arms still wrapped about Camille's shoulders and neck, as Kostek manages to ram a final hook into her stomach to end another round won closely on points, but fully grinning back to Hannah's pained expression and labored breathing.
ROUND 3:
From the onset, Camille closes the distance, intent to continue her dominance. She knows Ferguson can’t keep up with her own power, and her attacks reflect this discrepancy: ferocious and relentless, threatening to overwhelm with powerful swings aimed at the head, breasts, and body. Each carries the potential to knock the Vixen off her feet if they land flush on the face or chin, cutting through the air with menacing "whooshes." Hannah, however, shows remarkable resilience and agility for her weight outclass, managing to stay afloat as she dodges and weaves, her movements desperate but effective, narrowly avoiding some of Camille's most dangerous blows, before shoving swift combos back into the challenger’s face and breasts. However, as the round progresses, Hannah’s defenses again begin to falter under the relentless pressure, finding herself once more cornered against the turnbuckle, trapped and vulnerable. Camille RUSHES in, wanting to use the final seconds to UNLEASH hell: her short, stumpy hooks thump into Hannah's stomach, each one landing on her abs with sickening "thuds", forcing her body to fold over, her face again contorting in pain as she struggles to withstand the assault till the bell rings. When it finally does, Camille is forced to step back by the referee with a pull on the shoulder, a smirk of satisfaction on her face. She opts to step in close, one of her gloves tilting Hannah's chin upwards, forcing the dazed Vixen to meet her gaze. "Looks like you’re barely hanging on, huh?" Camille says, her voice loud enough for her to hear. With that, she saunters away, leaving Hannah slumped against the turnbuckle, her body heaving with each breath, her eyes reflecting the challenge she faces.
ROUND 4:
A dramatic reversal, as Hannah attempts to mount her fierce comeback. From the bell, it’s her aggressive assault, which catches Camille off guard with a series of well-placed shots spanked off her body first, her arms second, then targeting her breasts, delivering stiff, haughty blows that force her to instinctively cover up and scramble. This defensive reaction opens up opportunities for Hannah, who capitalizes with another blast to the temple and chin, and more powerful straight hands crashing in to snap her head back, and disorient her badly! It’s Camille’s turn to stumble backwards towards the ropes, her balance compromised… allowing Hannah to close in, her eyes locked onto her targets: vicious uppercuts alternate between Camille's chin and more brutally to her breasts, those gloves landing with resounding "whaps”, as they snap the heaving blonde’s head upwards and back, keeping her dazed and disoriented whilst backing off. Those attacks on her chest are something as well, with Hannah’s gloves jolting them about and threatening to dislodge her bikini top entirely! It’s been a sordid tradition for these beach contests for either fighter to “claim” their opponents tops and strings, whether through brute force or absolute domination after their win. Now, Camille looks to be struggling to regain her composure, growing desperate as she feels her orbs beginning to loosen from her sockets. She attempts to retaliate with swings of her own, but they’re sent wild and lack the precision of earlier rounds, allowing Hannah to shift her focus to her tummy, bashing away at that waistline with a series of devastating hooks and uppercuts that force themselves right on the navel, Hannah’s glove sinking deep and deeper into the softer, toned flesh with a "whump, whump, WHUMP." The sound of leather forced into muscle is accompanied by Camille's grunts and gasps, her body folding over with each punishing blow. In the final moments of the round, Camille hangs onto the ropes and Hannah's shoulders for support. Her lips are parted, and eyes are wide with shock, as the champ continues to churn her insides. As the bell rings to end the round, Camille is left clinging to the ropes, visibly shaken and winded. For a moment, Hannah steps back, her chest heaving with exertion, but her own eyes burn with the fire of payback. She chooses to reach out with one gloved hand and gently lift Camille's chin, forcing the other blonde to meet her gaze in the same, taunting gesture. "This is just the beginning, babe. Gonna end you swiftly in the next." Camille, still trying to gather her senses, can only respond with a defiant glare, twisting her jawline out of her grasp and trying to prop her aching body back up the ropes, and make it back to her own corner to recuperate.
ROUND 5:
Ferguson dominates the first minute, her fists flying high towards the head with both precision and power. She lands a series of staggering shots straight to Kostek's face, each blow too fast for her to intercept, and the shots resonate across the dunes with a sharp "crack” and “thwap!” The American blonde's confidence surges, and she maneuvers a dazed Camille towards the turnbuckle with those repeated shots across the brow, eventually trapping her against the steel post before hammering her frame with another torrent of hooks, alternating punches between her face, breasts, and tummy. Each jolt across the face sends Camille’s head snapping to the side in a brutal arc, while the blows to her torso elicit more muffled grunts, with leather sinking into tummy with thudding impacts and making her entire body shudder. Hannah circumventing the challenger’s arms like a kungfu practice dummy, eventually leaning in close and thinking she’s in full control, especially when Kostek barely puts up resistance, content to merely lean back and sag into the corner to catch her breath. Ferguson growls and plows, deliberately stacked uppercuts into the center of Camille's belly, each punch driven into the navel with a deep, resonating "whud,” momentarily displacing the muscle underneath. Camille’s body reacts instinctively, her midsection clenching and unclenching with each strike, trying to absorb. And between punches, Hannah taunts her relentlessly, trying to break her psychologically as well as physically, with the Vixen’s lips brushing against ear and cheek. "That all you've got, Kostek?" she whispers. Then, without missing a beat, she slams another glove into Camille's stomach, driving the air out of her with a sharp "oof!" Hannah targets the base of Camille's breasts next with a series of uppercuts, each one landing with a muffled "whump" that sends her orbs jolting upwards and quivering within their bikini top, the fabric straining under each impact. As Hannah continues her barrage, she leans in again.. "You're not taking anything from me tonight," she taunts, before delivering another deep punch to the belly. The glove sinks in, creating a visible indent as Camille's body folds over the fist. Her face contorts in pain, a mix of frustration and determination flickering in her eyes.
But this moment of wanton gloating proves to be Hannah's undoing. Camille, fueled by sudden rage, braces her body during that last punch, before suddenly countering with her own devastating swings out of the corner. The Bonzo starlet's got NOTHING to lose, and simply channels her unbridled rage into each heavy glove crashing back, first into Hannah's breasts with brute force, sending them jolting violently from side to side, then her jawline herself, with Hannah getting rocked and shocked, but also determined to fight back! For a moment, the champ intensifies her own assault, but her punches are not hurting Camille any longer! Kostek ROCKS the stunned blonde across her jawline, and before Hannah can react, she’s already been grabbed by her shoulders, Camille REVERSING their positions with a swift, powerful shove back into the turnbuckle! It’s ALL OF A SUDDEN CAMILLE’S SHOW! Her turn to DOMINATE, hooks thudding into Hannah's torso and breasts, each punch landing with a sickening thud! The champ still has a look of abject surprise on her face as the rest of her frame jerks and contorts under the onslaught, her attempts to defend herself growing increasingly futile, especially when Camille shoves another uppercut into her stomach to bowl her over, threatening to cut the champ IN HALF with each hit! More hooks BLOW across Hannah's breasts, sending them jolting dangerously left, then right, then upwards, as Kostek keeps her snarl straight in Hannah’s face, her fists rammed into those delicious orbs from each side, and up into their base! Finally, the force of a hook causes one of Hannah’s bikini's cups to GIVE WAY, the fabric straining against the merciless move until it can no longer contain her assets! The crowd witnesses in real-time as Hannah’s strings and fabric are literally FLUNG off her sweat-slicked chest and out of the way, leaving Hannah utterly exposed, her already battered orbs left completely exposed and vulnerable, in an intense moment of embarrassment and physical discomfort!
Thankfully for Hannah, the bell rings soon after, as she mews and groans and covers up, heaving hard and her body about to slide down the turnbuckle in shock. Kostek, however, steps in close, reaching over Hannah’s shoulders and pulling her in tightly to keep her upright, their bodies pressed intimately in a clinch that leaves little room for escape. With a firm grip, she maneuvers Hannah's chin upwards, ensuring their eyes meet as she delivers her taunt with a smirk. "Looks like I've already claimed your top, Hannah," Camille boasts. "You're the one unraveling..." Before Hannah can muster a response, Camille's drives another glove into her body, a sharp, illegal hook that sends a jolt of pain through her already taxed muscles. The impact draws a stifled groan from Hannah, her body involuntarily curling forward in response to the sudden assault. And even as the champ’s knees BUCKLE, sending her collapsing down to the sand, Camille's grip remains firm on the remnants of her bikini. With a snap of defeat, the red fabric tears away from her chest, stripping Hannah of her last shred of dignity. Camille then turns and strides back to her corner, the red top twirling in her hand like a flag of conquest. She raises it high for all to see, her voice carrying across the arena with clear, unmasked glee. "Come and get it if you can, Hannah!" Camille calls out, her challenge echoing amidst the cheers and gasps of the crowd. "This is just the start. Your title's next!"
ROUND 6:
Ferguson, now stripped of her top and left vulnerable, growls and snarls in shocked defiance. She seems determined to swing this fight back in her favor, and initially, as they clash, the Vixen attempts to cover her exposed chest with her arms and guard, a natural instinct to protect herself from both physical and psychological warfare. However, realizing the futility of her actions, she suddenly decides to LET IT ALL GO, launching herself forward and allowing those orbs to flow along freely with her momentum! Kostek herself looks buoyed by her previous round's victory, entering the first minute with an almost cocky demeanor, aiming to capitalize on her foe’s exposed and humiliated state. She targets Hannah’s breasts repeatedly, thinking each hit will not only inflict physical pain but also chip away at her morale, and for the first minute, the sound of leather colliding with bare skin echoes across the beach, a muffled thump thump THUMP drawing a collective wince from the audience. With every strike, Hannah's breasts are subjected to a brutal dance, being jolted violently and compressed with each hit. The force of Camille's gloves sends ripples through the soft tissue, causing them to sway and bounce uncontrollably. Despite the onslaught, Hannah's reaction is one of fierce defiance. She grits her teeth, absorbing the hits, and her eyes, locked on Camille's, blaze with fury. However, Camille’s tactics soon reveal their flaws. With every punch targeting Hannah’s chest, she overextends herself, leaving her own face and body momentarily unprotected. The crowd can see these openings she unwittingly creates, a dangerous game against a fighter of Hannah’s caliber, who begins to trade harder, stiffer shots across her chin, the tide beginning to turn with each punch connecting in snaps that turn the challenger’s head to the side, making her stumble, each counter-shot a clear retort to Kostek, and a refusal for Hannah be cowed or humiliated. Another hook slams in with a heavy "WHACK" to the jawline, visibly shaking Camille and forcing a twisted wince across her face, and finally forcing her to retreat! The bigger blonde’s now on the defensive, trying to circle away and create distance, but Hannah keeps cutting her off and herding her back towards the ropes, intending to pound her out and repay the favor for earlier! And with Kostek’s back repeatedly pinned against the ropes, Hannah’s free to UNLEASH her fury back on her! Ferguson POUNDS AWAY with short-handed chops and uppercuts to her meaty torso and rounded rack, the impacts so forceful they seem to momentarily prop Camille upright before the next hit sends her reeling again against the ropes. One particularly vicious blow lands just beside her navel, the leather sinking into the softened flesh with a pronounced indent, sending a visible shudder through Camille's body, her tummy flesh rippling outward from the point of contact as if in slow motion. But there's little respite for the challenger. As her abdomen bleats outward, gasping for air in a brief moment of reprieve, another glove slams in again, driven with equal ferocity into the now-exposed and vulnerable midsection, forcing another loud, involuntary grunt from Camille's lips. The Bonzo girl is using her gloves and forearms to try and intercept, but it's clear she's in a tough spot! She’s taking her own swipes and pounds away at Hannah’s sides, but they’re lacking in power given her back pressed against the ropes and her butt slowly sliding in between. And even after an uppercut to the stomach rocks her over in half and both fighters' bodies end up collapsed into each other, not just as opponents but as pillars of support in their mutual exhaustion. Kostek, her resilience waning under the assault, finds herself involuntarily leaning onto Hannah’s form, seeking stability in the storm. Her lips part against the Vixen’s neck and shoulder, a silent, breathless plea for reprieve. But Hannah's gloves continue to find new targets, her breasts becoming the focus of her next vicious campaign. With each hit, Kostek’s bikini top strains against the onslaught, each punch threatening to undo what little coverage it provides. Hannah's intent is clear: to humiliate and dominate in turn, by dislodging the other blonde’s breasts from her own scant protection. With a growl, she shoves Kostek back against the ropes, holding her frayed body upright and against the frayed ropes that strain backwards from her weight. With one hand, she presses her glove into Camille's chest and leans in. "Let's see how you fare without this," Hannah huffs, gripping the fabric of her strained top and TUGGGGINNGG! Camille, despite her dazed state, barely has time to resist, her eyes flashing with both defiance and shock, as the flimsy fabric slides over her slick, glistening skin, just barely a moment of strained resistance before it finally succumbs with a SNAP! Just like that, the top is torn completely from Camille's chest, leaving her equally exposed and vulnerable, a moment of humiliation magnified by the crowd's reaction of stunned awe! Camille immediately reaches to cover herself, but it's too late. Her bikini top, now a symbol of her defeat, dangles uselessly from Hannah's glove, before being twirled in the air like a flag of conquest. "Looks like you're the one laid bare!" Hannah continues to hiss, her voice laced with triumph as she flings the garment out onto the sand in a final act of disdain!
Suddenly, however, there’s a ROAR of fury, and Camille Kostek REBOUNDS from her vulnerable position, her face a mask of rage and defiance, signaling her counterattack! She barrels right into Hannah in the middle of the ring, immediately unleashing her own swings that are aimed for the champ’s exposed breasts! Hannah, taken aback by the sudden onslaught, has to quickly regain her bearings, leaning forward as well to meet the raging bull’s aggression with her own equal ferocity, both blondes’ heads and shoulders meeting with a meaty smack, the two alpha blondes clinching tightly with arms wrapped around heads, shoulders, and waistlines! Their bodies press and strain as they exchange blow for blow, both now bare-chested and reduced to brawling for this last minute under the sun. Each punch to the breasts is met with a retaliatory strike, the impact causing their flesh to ripple and jolt under the force. Hannah DRIVES her glove into the side of one of Kostek's jugs, sending it flying to the side with a loud “WHAP" followed by a pained grunt from her lips. But the challenger wastes no time in retaliating, ramming her own gloves repeatedly upward, targeting the base of Hannah's own exposed breasts, making visible indents that send entire orbs flying upwards. The sight is almost surreal, Hannah’s breast momentarily deformed under the pressure of Camille's glove before the flesh bounces back into place. The champ’s own reaction is immediate: a sharp intake of breath, her body curling forward as she tries to mitigate the pain. For a moment, the two fighters are locked in this brutal give-and-take, their attacks focused on the other's most vulnerable points.
But Camille's body soon becomes a canvas of distress, with Hannah switching targets to impact her chin. With every fist swung down the middle and in an upwards arc, her head snaps back in a spray of sweat that arcs through the air, her long and loose blonde hair whipping wildly. Meanwhile, the shots to her torso and breasts continue unabated, mercilessly, each one causing her body to jerk and shudder. Her arms, initially poised for defense, begin to falter, dropping slightly around Hannah’s shoulders and sides with each successive biff or baff, leaving her increasingly exposed. Valiantly, Kostek still tries to swing and batter back, but those shots are quickly losing their power and effect, with Hannah slowly beating her counterattack, step by grueling step back, pushing her towards the ropes yet again. Finally, the striking visual of Camille's form, stunned and wilted into the ropes, is most stark. Camille's body trembles and folds over Hannah's repeated, invasive gloves, her abdomen getting compressed under the force of leather shoved in. Her breaths are forced out in sharp, pained gasps, as she tries to withstand the onslaught, with Hannah’s hooks swiping and drilling into her stomach, and driving the remaining air from her lungs, while her arms, once a barrier against the attacks, now cling uselessly to the champ’s shoulders. The once vibrant fighter is visibly fading, her strength getting sapped to its end. Hannah alternates her targets with strategic intent, ensuring that no single area bears the brunt for too long, spreading the punishment across her body, breasts, and chin, keeping Camille disoriented and unable to mount any form of defense. A final, powerful right hook SLAMS into her temple, stunning her to the side and causing her knees to immediately buckle! And even before she can allow gravity to claim her, Ferguson follows up with a fierce left uppercut that lands squarely on the base of Kostek’s chin! WHAMM! The impact is thunderous, echoing across the beach as the entirety of Camille's body goes limp and she collapses to the sandy canvas on the spot! It’s the FIRST and ONLY KNOCKDOWN of the evening, folks, with the referee immediately rushing in to administer the count… but it's equally clear the challenger isn’t getting up from the accumulated punishment! Camille remains on her side, breathing and heaving hard, as the referee gives the challenger the benefit of a full count to 10! THAT’S IT! He waves off the rest of this fight, meaning Ferguson scores her revenge in record fashion!
Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Camille Kostek via KO6! Hannah RETAINS the Queen of the Beach title!
AFTER:
In the aftermath of their brutal fight, Hannah, her own body marked by the ferocity of the battle, doesn’t even have the breath or space to celebrate, taking a much needed moment to rest against the nearby ropes, as the rest of the beach arena erupts in celebration on her behalf.
But the Golden Girl immediately begins to stumble towards the fallen Camille, her eyes ablaze with triumph and fierce determination to exact a final act of domination. She retrieves Camille's bikini top on the way over, the very symbol of her earlier humiliation, and now her trophy of victory. The blue fabric, torn and tattered from their earlier, intense struggle, dangles uselessly from Hannah's glove on her way over.
Meanwhile, Miss Kostek lies sprawled on the heated sand, her chest heaving upwards periodically with labored breaths, each a testament to the physical toll the fight has exacted on her. Her body, once a formidable force, now lies vulnerable and exposed under the open sky and glow of the setting sun, her skin glistening with sweat and marked by the red welts and indentations of Hannah's assault. Groans and grunts still escape her lips, her gumshield peeking through her lips, as she tries to comprehend the sudden reversal of fortunes.
Hannah’s shadow falls briefly over the defeated fighter before she doesn’t waste any time, dropping down to mount and straddle Camille’s chest and shoulders with her legs and hips, securing a position of absolute control that leaves her powerless to resist. Not that Kostek is in any state of mind to do so, anyways. The sudden weight of Hannah's body pressing down upon her only adds to the weight of her defeat, with Kostek letting out low groans and only slight twitches and squirms, as Hannah bears down and finds a snug position with her thighs framing her stunned face.
With a cruel smirk, Hannah leans forward, pressing the remnants of Camille's bikini top into the curve of her throat, using just enough force to make her groan. The fabric, already soaked with the sweat of their battle, clings to Camille’s skin. "Remember this?" Hannah taunts, her voice dripping with disdain. “Nothing personal, but this is what you get when you, or anyone else challenges the Queen of the Beach,” Hannah huffs from above.
Camille's response is muffled by her own gurgle, the fabric cutting off what remaining air that was flowing through her throat, her attempts to speak or even breathe deeply hindered by the symbolic gesture of her own bikini now being used against her. Her eyes register shock, anger, and humiliation, but they still lock onto Hannah's in a glare of defiance.
From above, Hannah continues, "You thought you could take my title? Not on this beach, babe.” She gives Camille's disheveled hair a not-so-gentle tug, emphasizing her point. "Remember this moment, Camille. This is as close as you're getting to my throne."
Then, the spectators are treated to one last visual of the aftermath of this fight: both fighters bare-chested, their bikinis lying strewn across the sand dunes like mutual casualties of this fierce contest, leaving their bodies exposed and glistening under the glaring sun. Their skin is slick with sweat, and marked by a fierce redness that contrasts deeply against the glow of the setting sun.
Hannah, seated above, her own chest heaving outwards from the effort of her victory, displays both satisfaction and exhaustion on her face. The physical toll is evident in the way her strained and battered muscles tense with each breath, the slight tremors of fatigue that run through her limbs. Beneath her, Camille's body remains pressed into the warm sand, a canvas of the fight's ferocity, with bruises already beginning to blossom across her torso and bosom. Her breathing is a ragged mix of exhaustion and emotional weight of her defeat, each breath pushing up against Hannah’s weighty victory.
After a few moments of the cameras capturing their fill, Hannah finally releases Camille's hair and stands back up, finding her own balance, before raising her arms in victory. The crowd cheers loudly, celebrating the Vixen’s successful title defense tonight. And after Hannah exits the ring, Camille is helped to her feet by her team. She's clearly too dazed to even register disappointment at this stage, but there's still a fire in her eyes that speaks of her determination to come back even stronger next time…
AFTER AFTER:
Much later, after both fighters have cleaned up and been patched up, Hannah Ferguson and Camille Kostek once again face the press with a demeanor that belies the ferocity of their recent contest. Both fighters, now relatively composed and breathing a little steadier from the table.
Their bodies bear the marks of their recent contest, yet their spirits are high, and a sense of camaraderie has replaced the competitive tension of the fight. Both fighters are wrapped in plush beach towels, the fabric contrasting with the visible bruises and bandages that adorn their skin. Hannah's left eye is slightly swollen, a testament to the ferocity of Camille's punches, while Camille sports a bandage over her right brow, a souvenir from Hannah's relentless attacks.
Hannah, her voice steady and reflective, begins by acknowledging the challenge Camille presented to her tonight. "She pushed me to my limits," the Golden Girl admits, her gaze and grin meeting Kostek's for a moment. "It was a tough fight, one of the toughest I've had on the sand. But that's what this sport is about—challenging each other and pushing ourselves to be better. I respect Camille immensely for that."
Camille, from across the table, nods in agreement, before adding her perspective. "Hannah’s a formidable opponent, and stepping into the ring with her is always going to be a battle," she says, her tone sincere. "We both gave it our all out there, and though I didn't come out on top this time, I'm proud of the fight we put on. Rematch? You bet. I'm looking forward to it."
Their comments are punctuated by nods and smiles of acknowledgment.
"As for what's next," Hannah continues, shifting the focus to her future plans, and putting up one finger at a time. “Ass-kinson, Kate overrated Upton, and Brooklyn freakin’ Decker. I've got three more fights before I make it to the Hall," she says, her voice firm. "And who better to take down than those three ass-hats who kickstarted my career. They've pushed me to my limit over the years, sure, but now they're the ones finally in my way. And I'm telling you now, they’re not gonna stop me. Not when I'm this close.”
Each of her named opponents, renowned in their own right, would undoubtedly be preparing to give their all to thwart the Vixen's march towards the Hall of Fame. And Hannah knows for a fact that she won’t be able to qualify with a loss on her record, making that last bout against Decker all the more high-stakes.
