Tahnee Atkinson vs Solveig Mork Hansen (Welterweight Title)
May 31, 2024 22:12:43 GMT -6
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Post by Lookout! Boxing on May 31, 2024 22:12:43 GMT -6
Solveig Mork Hansen
vs Tahnee Atkinson (welterweight title)
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: “People talk about how the path to the title is shortest at welter, then complain when I get a title shot in my tenth fight? I didn’t choose to be built this way, anymore than Demi Rose choose her size. I fight welter because I don’t feel like fighting my body as well as the other woman, and I’m in a title fight because I knocked out the last five women who got in the ring with me!”
“I’d be stupid to dismiss her for only having ten fights. I took the JMDD tiara for the second time in my tenth fight, and I was welterweight cham after my 15th. “ Tahnee comments. “She’s earned a crack at the belts, just as she’s earned the beating she’s going to get!”
Both contenders disdaining a robe for their entrance. Solveig enters first, sporting a yellow demi-cup top, high-V bottoms, black gloves, shoulder-length hair loose. Tahnee sporting a blue-and-white striped single-strap bikini, white gloves, shoulder-length hair loose.
R1: Solveig's jab penetrates, thump-skidding hard off Tahnee's face, jolting her head. Another: Hansen triggering stick with authority, pounding in between Atkinson's mitts. Girls circle slowly, fencing: Solvieg swings a thudding right hand into Tahnee's left side ribs, winning the fight's first wince as Champ cringes, covers up earmuff. Hansen leans in close, swings another thudding right into Atkinson's lats, then doubles the right into a carving right uppercut - splitting Aussie mitts, sending her reeling to ropes. Solveig wades in - pawing the left to measure; swinging that thick right hand in wide to waist - then she's laying in close, putting left shoulder on Tahnee to pin her down, while hoisting rangy lefts and rights up into brunette’s body. Atkinson digs in, keeping hands up...she's answering...jerking the left uppercut to Hansen's tits; cuffing the right to cheek. Solveig ignoring Tahnee's thumping work, refusing to budge: Dane atop Aussie, working her body hoisting haymakers into gut/ribs/rack - laying in with left shoulder to crowd receipts. Bell: Hansen seething, sweaty shoulders&back already shiny, pushes off with contemptuous eye contact; Atkinson sullen, defiant.
R2: Championship contenders meet midring, body up in a thumping, wrestling, head-butting, thigh-lifting La Conquista, takes half the round for Tahnee to walk Solveig to ropes. Atkinson on top, pushing on Hansen to smother; lifting low-slung lefts and rights heavily into Danish midsection&ribs. Solvieg writhing to tie Tahnee up behind the head or elbows; issuing back short-shrugging slugging receipts, scoring with heft to rival tummy&tits. Atkinson patient, disciplined, allows her jugs to be pounded early, focusing her efforts on ribs/tummy until Hansen's docile&defensive, THEN gets her revenge on Nordic rack. Job of work at times, Solvieg maintaining tight earmuff along ropes: Tahnee reaching in, wrestling the guard apart so she can pound jug in earnest. Bell: Aussie girl pushes up off Danish girl thick and heavy; fighters, officials, crew and crowd already breathing hard through 2.
R3: Tahnee able to tag Solveig with her stubby jabs this time around. Hansen clearly not liking Atkinson’s stick but willing to stand to and counter. Tasty two-way trade emerges, jabs finding pretty cheeks or lips, midsections pounded with firm lefts and rights, rinse and repeat. Tahnee still very supple, using her legs to dish out the heaviest clout, applying her fair share of shoeshine to Hansen’s jugs, but both fighters getting caught clean more frequently than previous rounds.
R4: Brunettes eagerly trade as each tries to hurt the other and swing the initiative of the fight her way. Tahnee’s thick lather to flank and belly are paying more dividends than Solvieg’s poke to chin. Halfway point, Atkinson able to snuggle in close and wraps her left arm behind Hansen’s head, securing a Cauldron; Dane mirrors her and they begin plugging away to tummy and tits with stiff, compact right hands. Slow counterclockwise rotation as the stumble about midring – Tahnee frequently pushing on Solveig’s chest with her left shoulder or pulling on the challenger’s head with her left arm, constantly keeping Hansen off balance and leaving her unable to match Atkinson blow for blow. Solveig slowly falls behind the Cauldron veteran in punch count as Tahnee gets the better of her. Bell: Atkinson pulls Hansen in close and whispers in her ear, “Is that the best you’ve got? Emily would’ve known what to do… Emily would’ve done better…” Seething shove and death glare from Solveig – seems Tahnee knows just which buttons to push.
R5: Solvieg establishing Cauldron again at the start and Tahnee’s pride won’t let her back down from the challenge. Atkinson throwing the occasional punch to Nordic breasts, but otherwise focusing her blows on Hansen’s ribs and belly by a 3 to 1 margin. Solveig able to match Tahnee’s beef as sheer volume of work starts to add up on both bodies– whines of pain become more common with the constant pounding, and it’s Atkinson’s legs that can’t hold ground against the constant push-and-pull. Midway through, Hansen’s got Tahnee backed up to the ropes, breaks the Cauldron, and goes to work, fitings thick heavy-handed shots one after another behind Aussie elbows, sneaking in an occasional hook to breadbasket when she can. Atkinson trying to protect herself, but her flanks are getting tanned by the challenger’s fists – she’s absolutely sick about it, groaning aloud and unable to do anything except sit butt in ropes and soak it up. Tahnee’s too stubborn to go down – at the bell, her legs are trembling and look like they might buckle at any second, but they’re holding her up.
R6: Solvieg’s jab landing with precision to Tahnee’s face, she eats one, two, three in quick succession. Hansen torques her body behind a right cross and ATKINSON SPRAWLS TO HER BACK! BOOMING right catches all of the Champ’s chin and leaves her stretched out on the canvas and desperately trying to shake off the KO. Atkinson somehow beats the count, but she’s badly shaken, pleading with the ref to let her continue – signal to continue fighting is given, and Tahnee waves Solveig in…
Oh. The. Humanity.
Atkinson gets rocked by a second Hansen right cross, sending her stumbling to the ropes. Solveig pours herself at the dregs, pounding at Tahnee’s tummy with hardhearted left and right hooks – Aussie open-mouthed, groaning as Hansen’s blows leave her crippled. Atkinson shows her heart and tries to fight her way out of trouble, but she’s missing and opening herself up to more punishment. Solid left hook snaps Tahnee’s head sideways before a matching right hook hammers it back other way like it’s on a swivel. Atkinson starts to wilt under heavy bombardment, but Hansen just stacks her up, taking what she wants unchecked. Solveig shrugging left and right hands to Tahnee’s breasts… takes her rocks her head back with an uppercut to chin… tits and chin… tits and chin… Hansen slams another right cross into Atkinson’s chin, Champ stumbles forward to clinch, hugs her way to the bell. BLATENT foul from Solvieg after the separation, Tahnee slides down the entire length of challenger’s body as she sinks to her knees. Second knockdown doesn’t count but it's still a 10-7 round for the challenger.
R7: Solveig looking to close out, AND looking to make a statement when she does so, wants to break Tahnee on the inside. Fighters leaning forward, bumping foreheads, then both take turns mining the other's gut for quit. Atkinson elbows tight above her hips; fists at cheeks...she stands there grunting as Hansen loads up and THUMPS the breadbasket a thudding right; takes a moment to reload; THUMPS the left to gut; touches her knuckles at Champion's wrists, then: THUMPS home that short, digging right hand again. Atkinson's turn as Hansen covers up: thick, thudding blows shaking challenger in her stance, Valkyrie just hunched forward, absorbing until Tahnee covers up. Solvieg's turn: she grunts on delivery - long arms tightening up stroke as she shovels in the torment. Atkinson's turn: same grim work - black mitts sounding out with muffled thumps on golden-brown beef. Bell: both women staring, hollow-eyed, mouth breathing, steam rising from sweaty backs as they separate, stagger to respective corners.
R8: Tahnee marches on Solvieg, pouring on the hurt. Ropes: Hansen right at her left cheek/left across her gut, slow-rolling and twisting in the pocket as Upton lays down thick slabs of harm, slamming away on biceps; heaving home thick, strapping lefts to paunch; chop, chop, chopping righty up top until Solvieg forms ragged earmuff and stoops forward. Tahnee palming Hansen's shoulders, shoving her upright, then plowing into paunch right/left: both fighters grunting as leather is lifted and received. Atkinson bodies up, pressing Hansen ragdoll against ropes: fresh abuse as Bossie Aussie luges away thick and wide to waist/hips, strapping the fists in palm-down behind Solvieg's elbows. Hansen shabby with hurt, curvy legs holding her up - she's constantly shoved and stacked against ropes, then battered...best she can do is to cover up, absorb the slop, then hang on for ref's break. In between walloping sessions, Atkinson's happy to wrestle up top, flattening Solveig to ropes, panting a few seconds of rest before shoving off and back into position to slug away. Hansen battered wobbly-butt, but Atkinson's mouth breathing hard at the bell, walking back to her corner hands-on-hips, both JMDD-caliber chests heaving on their stools.
R9: Solvieg pawing her left to locate Tahnee, leaving her jugs open to Aussie hooks. Counterclockwise rotation as Hansen tries to bring decisive battle...she over-extends with a pawing left and Atkinson NAILS her the right cross over top. SOLVIEG STEPPING IN FENCE POST HOLES! Tahnee nudge-jabbing Hansen's pate, then PLOWING those jugs a driving right! Solveig staggering backward to ropes, wrists crossed left-atop-right at her chest as TAHNEE BORES IN! Driving straight right to belly; pops hips-right/arches back to lift left uppercut to ribs; slams right forearm across Hansen's jug-protecting mitts, then jams the left clean to trunks. Solveig pitching forward, Tahnee sweeps right hands across the offered lower back. HANSEN GOES DOWN! Healthy kidney-swab beats Solvieg to canvas, left hand clutching at her back as ref bodies roaring Tahnee back. That's it, Hansen able to sit up - left hand still at her back, right on the canvas for support - she can't beat the count: KO9 for the winner and STILL Welterweight Champion, Tahnee Atkinson!
After: Solveig sobbing on her stool, had this fight won in the sixth, just needed to let the last four rounds run out and take the belts on points. Instead she succumbed to KO lust, won’t be the first fighter to do so, won’t be the last. Tahnee coming over for tribute, reaching a taped fist to hair-haul her up for a walking to start, BUT TAKES A FOREARM BETWEEN THE LEGS! Hansen launching herself off her stool, “Cheating B!tc#!” as she tackles Atkinson to the canvas. Both fighters largely a spent force at this point, weakly wrestling and rolling around the ring. Hands yanking on hair, slapping at backs and butts, or pulling tops and bottoms up and down. Crowd up on their feet, booing and chanting “LET THEM FIGHT!” as the contenders are pulled apart.
vs Tahnee Atkinson (welterweight title)
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: “People talk about how the path to the title is shortest at welter, then complain when I get a title shot in my tenth fight? I didn’t choose to be built this way, anymore than Demi Rose choose her size. I fight welter because I don’t feel like fighting my body as well as the other woman, and I’m in a title fight because I knocked out the last five women who got in the ring with me!”
“I’d be stupid to dismiss her for only having ten fights. I took the JMDD tiara for the second time in my tenth fight, and I was welterweight cham after my 15th. “ Tahnee comments. “She’s earned a crack at the belts, just as she’s earned the beating she’s going to get!”
Both contenders disdaining a robe for their entrance. Solveig enters first, sporting a yellow demi-cup top, high-V bottoms, black gloves, shoulder-length hair loose. Tahnee sporting a blue-and-white striped single-strap bikini, white gloves, shoulder-length hair loose.
R1: Solveig's jab penetrates, thump-skidding hard off Tahnee's face, jolting her head. Another: Hansen triggering stick with authority, pounding in between Atkinson's mitts. Girls circle slowly, fencing: Solvieg swings a thudding right hand into Tahnee's left side ribs, winning the fight's first wince as Champ cringes, covers up earmuff. Hansen leans in close, swings another thudding right into Atkinson's lats, then doubles the right into a carving right uppercut - splitting Aussie mitts, sending her reeling to ropes. Solveig wades in - pawing the left to measure; swinging that thick right hand in wide to waist - then she's laying in close, putting left shoulder on Tahnee to pin her down, while hoisting rangy lefts and rights up into brunette’s body. Atkinson digs in, keeping hands up...she's answering...jerking the left uppercut to Hansen's tits; cuffing the right to cheek. Solveig ignoring Tahnee's thumping work, refusing to budge: Dane atop Aussie, working her body hoisting haymakers into gut/ribs/rack - laying in with left shoulder to crowd receipts. Bell: Hansen seething, sweaty shoulders&back already shiny, pushes off with contemptuous eye contact; Atkinson sullen, defiant.
R2: Championship contenders meet midring, body up in a thumping, wrestling, head-butting, thigh-lifting La Conquista, takes half the round for Tahnee to walk Solveig to ropes. Atkinson on top, pushing on Hansen to smother; lifting low-slung lefts and rights heavily into Danish midsection&ribs. Solvieg writhing to tie Tahnee up behind the head or elbows; issuing back short-shrugging slugging receipts, scoring with heft to rival tummy&tits. Atkinson patient, disciplined, allows her jugs to be pounded early, focusing her efforts on ribs/tummy until Hansen's docile&defensive, THEN gets her revenge on Nordic rack. Job of work at times, Solvieg maintaining tight earmuff along ropes: Tahnee reaching in, wrestling the guard apart so she can pound jug in earnest. Bell: Aussie girl pushes up off Danish girl thick and heavy; fighters, officials, crew and crowd already breathing hard through 2.
R3: Tahnee able to tag Solveig with her stubby jabs this time around. Hansen clearly not liking Atkinson’s stick but willing to stand to and counter. Tasty two-way trade emerges, jabs finding pretty cheeks or lips, midsections pounded with firm lefts and rights, rinse and repeat. Tahnee still very supple, using her legs to dish out the heaviest clout, applying her fair share of shoeshine to Hansen’s jugs, but both fighters getting caught clean more frequently than previous rounds.
R4: Brunettes eagerly trade as each tries to hurt the other and swing the initiative of the fight her way. Tahnee’s thick lather to flank and belly are paying more dividends than Solvieg’s poke to chin. Halfway point, Atkinson able to snuggle in close and wraps her left arm behind Hansen’s head, securing a Cauldron; Dane mirrors her and they begin plugging away to tummy and tits with stiff, compact right hands. Slow counterclockwise rotation as the stumble about midring – Tahnee frequently pushing on Solveig’s chest with her left shoulder or pulling on the challenger’s head with her left arm, constantly keeping Hansen off balance and leaving her unable to match Atkinson blow for blow. Solveig slowly falls behind the Cauldron veteran in punch count as Tahnee gets the better of her. Bell: Atkinson pulls Hansen in close and whispers in her ear, “Is that the best you’ve got? Emily would’ve known what to do… Emily would’ve done better…” Seething shove and death glare from Solveig – seems Tahnee knows just which buttons to push.
R5: Solvieg establishing Cauldron again at the start and Tahnee’s pride won’t let her back down from the challenge. Atkinson throwing the occasional punch to Nordic breasts, but otherwise focusing her blows on Hansen’s ribs and belly by a 3 to 1 margin. Solveig able to match Tahnee’s beef as sheer volume of work starts to add up on both bodies– whines of pain become more common with the constant pounding, and it’s Atkinson’s legs that can’t hold ground against the constant push-and-pull. Midway through, Hansen’s got Tahnee backed up to the ropes, breaks the Cauldron, and goes to work, fitings thick heavy-handed shots one after another behind Aussie elbows, sneaking in an occasional hook to breadbasket when she can. Atkinson trying to protect herself, but her flanks are getting tanned by the challenger’s fists – she’s absolutely sick about it, groaning aloud and unable to do anything except sit butt in ropes and soak it up. Tahnee’s too stubborn to go down – at the bell, her legs are trembling and look like they might buckle at any second, but they’re holding her up.
R6: Solvieg’s jab landing with precision to Tahnee’s face, she eats one, two, three in quick succession. Hansen torques her body behind a right cross and ATKINSON SPRAWLS TO HER BACK! BOOMING right catches all of the Champ’s chin and leaves her stretched out on the canvas and desperately trying to shake off the KO. Atkinson somehow beats the count, but she’s badly shaken, pleading with the ref to let her continue – signal to continue fighting is given, and Tahnee waves Solveig in…
Oh. The. Humanity.
Atkinson gets rocked by a second Hansen right cross, sending her stumbling to the ropes. Solveig pours herself at the dregs, pounding at Tahnee’s tummy with hardhearted left and right hooks – Aussie open-mouthed, groaning as Hansen’s blows leave her crippled. Atkinson shows her heart and tries to fight her way out of trouble, but she’s missing and opening herself up to more punishment. Solid left hook snaps Tahnee’s head sideways before a matching right hook hammers it back other way like it’s on a swivel. Atkinson starts to wilt under heavy bombardment, but Hansen just stacks her up, taking what she wants unchecked. Solveig shrugging left and right hands to Tahnee’s breasts… takes her rocks her head back with an uppercut to chin… tits and chin… tits and chin… Hansen slams another right cross into Atkinson’s chin, Champ stumbles forward to clinch, hugs her way to the bell. BLATENT foul from Solvieg after the separation, Tahnee slides down the entire length of challenger’s body as she sinks to her knees. Second knockdown doesn’t count but it's still a 10-7 round for the challenger.
R7: Solveig looking to close out, AND looking to make a statement when she does so, wants to break Tahnee on the inside. Fighters leaning forward, bumping foreheads, then both take turns mining the other's gut for quit. Atkinson elbows tight above her hips; fists at cheeks...she stands there grunting as Hansen loads up and THUMPS the breadbasket a thudding right; takes a moment to reload; THUMPS the left to gut; touches her knuckles at Champion's wrists, then: THUMPS home that short, digging right hand again. Atkinson's turn as Hansen covers up: thick, thudding blows shaking challenger in her stance, Valkyrie just hunched forward, absorbing until Tahnee covers up. Solvieg's turn: she grunts on delivery - long arms tightening up stroke as she shovels in the torment. Atkinson's turn: same grim work - black mitts sounding out with muffled thumps on golden-brown beef. Bell: both women staring, hollow-eyed, mouth breathing, steam rising from sweaty backs as they separate, stagger to respective corners.
R8: Tahnee marches on Solvieg, pouring on the hurt. Ropes: Hansen right at her left cheek/left across her gut, slow-rolling and twisting in the pocket as Upton lays down thick slabs of harm, slamming away on biceps; heaving home thick, strapping lefts to paunch; chop, chop, chopping righty up top until Solvieg forms ragged earmuff and stoops forward. Tahnee palming Hansen's shoulders, shoving her upright, then plowing into paunch right/left: both fighters grunting as leather is lifted and received. Atkinson bodies up, pressing Hansen ragdoll against ropes: fresh abuse as Bossie Aussie luges away thick and wide to waist/hips, strapping the fists in palm-down behind Solvieg's elbows. Hansen shabby with hurt, curvy legs holding her up - she's constantly shoved and stacked against ropes, then battered...best she can do is to cover up, absorb the slop, then hang on for ref's break. In between walloping sessions, Atkinson's happy to wrestle up top, flattening Solveig to ropes, panting a few seconds of rest before shoving off and back into position to slug away. Hansen battered wobbly-butt, but Atkinson's mouth breathing hard at the bell, walking back to her corner hands-on-hips, both JMDD-caliber chests heaving on their stools.
R9: Solvieg pawing her left to locate Tahnee, leaving her jugs open to Aussie hooks. Counterclockwise rotation as Hansen tries to bring decisive battle...she over-extends with a pawing left and Atkinson NAILS her the right cross over top. SOLVIEG STEPPING IN FENCE POST HOLES! Tahnee nudge-jabbing Hansen's pate, then PLOWING those jugs a driving right! Solveig staggering backward to ropes, wrists crossed left-atop-right at her chest as TAHNEE BORES IN! Driving straight right to belly; pops hips-right/arches back to lift left uppercut to ribs; slams right forearm across Hansen's jug-protecting mitts, then jams the left clean to trunks. Solveig pitching forward, Tahnee sweeps right hands across the offered lower back. HANSEN GOES DOWN! Healthy kidney-swab beats Solvieg to canvas, left hand clutching at her back as ref bodies roaring Tahnee back. That's it, Hansen able to sit up - left hand still at her back, right on the canvas for support - she can't beat the count: KO9 for the winner and STILL Welterweight Champion, Tahnee Atkinson!
After: Solveig sobbing on her stool, had this fight won in the sixth, just needed to let the last four rounds run out and take the belts on points. Instead she succumbed to KO lust, won’t be the first fighter to do so, won’t be the last. Tahnee coming over for tribute, reaching a taped fist to hair-haul her up for a walking to start, BUT TAKES A FOREARM BETWEEN THE LEGS! Hansen launching herself off her stool, “Cheating B!tc#!” as she tackles Atkinson to the canvas. Both fighters largely a spent force at this point, weakly wrestling and rolling around the ring. Hands yanking on hair, slapping at backs and butts, or pulling tops and bottoms up and down. Crowd up on their feet, booing and chanting “LET THEM FIGHT!” as the contenders are pulled apart.
"Count me in for the rematch in Vancouver," she says, grabbing a credit card as she starts to look for her passport.