Post by caspian on Dec 3, 2019 20:56:47 GMT -6
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
AHW: Hannah Ferguson vs Brooklyn Decker (Sauna Bout)
Note: The following event occurs at the tail end of 2018.
Hannah:
(27, 5’10, VIXENs)
Brooklyn:
(32, 5’9, Lioness Club of America)
PREAMBLE:
Hannah first realised she was in trouble when she found herself pinned to the wall, an elbow pressed into her throat, and her chest exploding in fiery jolts of pain as fist after fist flattened her breasts unabated.
Hannah was losing this fight, to an older girl, no less, and it was a fight she had started herself and hoped to finish on her own terms. Instead, this blonde b*tch was having her way with her, flesh pinned upon flesh in the middle of this rising steam, bare knuckles finding skin and muscle, and the soft groans emitted from the Vixen’s lips. She quickly needed to turn things around. If not...
“What’s wrong, Hannah?” her assailant breathed hot air into the side of her face.
Hannah grunted in response, trying to power herself off the wall, only to let out another achy moan as another fist flattened her chest, the blonde’s knuckles deliberately twisting hard into the wet fabric of her bikini top, already threatening to snap at any moment’s notice.
“Not so tough now, are ya?”
***
It was just sick how Brooklyn Decker got all the attention, Hannah thought to herself as she entered the doors to her favourite spa and gym. First, Decker had been the subject of a rabid bidding war back at the tail end of 2017, with multiple stables scrambling to scoop her up after the last Front Street shakeup, as though the blonde was the greatest fighter to ever grace the halls of the FCBA.
Hannah had balked when she found out that the VIX owner, Caspian, also had his eyes on acquiring the legendary model. For what purpose, Hannah could only guess, and she was thankful that the deal finally fell through. Who knew how the balance of power in the locker room would have shifted if Brooklyn had walked through the door?
Only now, Decker was causing trouble of her own by repeatedly getting in the alpha Vixen’s way. Hannah had assumed she was down and dusted after their fight for the diamond-studded JMDD bra (which she won), only for Decker to turn the tables and smother her out instead. Then, came an actual loss in September of 2018, during the VIX/Lioness Stable War, with Decker claiming victory after eight rounds of back-and-forth action. Just the memory of that girl’s breasts pressed into her face, Decker standing over her and smirking, was enough to spend spasms of fury through Hannah’s body. And here she was, smiling smugly and flirting with that handsome counter assistant at her favourite sauna hot spot. HER favourite spot to unwind and get away from all the drama of the FCBA. What the f*ck was Decker doing here, if not to claim the last vestiges of her peace, pride and dignity??
“Hey, Jason,” Hannah smiled moments later, putting on her most seductive smile as she approached the same counter assistant she'd been flirting with for the past few months. “Got my usual place?”
“Oh, hey Hannah,” the boy replied. “Unfortunately, you’re too late. Your favourite room’s occupied.”
“Oh, I know,” Hannah said. “But how'd you like to make a little money?
“I’m listening,” Jason grinned.
“Don’t let anyone in, okay?” Hannah grinned, flashed a wink at him, before sauntering down the corridor.
***
Brooklyn Decker was lounging in her private sauna with not a care in the world. The bespoke sauna was just the kind of private space she was looking for: somewhere to dip her legs while laying out the rest of her magnificent body on the cushioned mats. She was wearing nothing but a red swimsuit, her blonde hair bundled up high into a neat bun, with the rest her muscles stretched and relaxed in the 120 degree steam, after a hard workout in the gym prior.
The sauna itself was about the size of four elevators, with a squared pool depressed into its center and the rest of the room elevated by a padded step for sitting and stretching. The Lioness starlet lay back, her arms braced over the elevated platform as she reflected on her recent wins over big girls like Kate Upton, Hilary Rhoda, and of course, dear old Hannah Ferguson. She's had a good run indeed after joining her new stable, but the last thing she expected was to see the alpha Vixen in the flesh, towering overhead and casting a long shadow that illuminated a sly smirk on her face.
“Enjoying yourself?” Hannah sneers.
“Very much so. Until you appeared,” Brooklyn jabs back, not bothering to move from her position, but her entire body tensing up. “Why don’t you get the hell out before I kick your ass again?”
“I think you got it mixed up,” Hannah says, circling the prone blonde in the middle of the pool. “I seem to recall you drooling into my belly back when I laid you out in five rounds.”
The statement seems to incense Brooklyn, who rises slowly from the pool, water droplets streaming down her toned tummy as she walks over to confront Hannah face-to-face, or should we say, woman-to-woman.
“You tried to make me submit, and failed. In the end, wasn’t it your face nestled between my jugs?” Decker hisses back, making a mock-thinking expression with one finger to her lips, as she watches Hannah’s face go deep red (and not from the rising steam).
“Shut up! I’ll make sure I’ll finish the job this time!” Hannah shouts back, shoving her chest into Decker’s. “You’ll be waking up over and over again with nothing but my jugs pressed into your face!”
“You don’t have your little helpers this time to help you, Hannah,” Brooklyn coos, cracking her knuckles, then placing both hands on her hips. “I’d like to see you try.”
THE FIGHT:
Picture this: two blondes, perfectly matched in height and built, facing each other down amidst the rising hiss of steam in the background. Brooklyn Decker on the left, hands planted firm on hips, wearing nothing but a string bikini, bright red and showing off every muscle in her body, ready to rumble. On the right, a magnificent mane of strawberry blonde hair framing Ferguson’s face. If not for the snarl etched on her features at this point, she’d make one hell of an angel. Hannah’s wearing a white bralette bikini top and thong for maximum mobility.
Both bodies and brows already dripping wet from the heat as these two LAUNCH themselves at each other! Meaty SPLAT as their bodies connect, followed by the sound of heavier SLAAAPs that echo through the tiny room. No squeals or shrieks from these two veteran fighters, just fingers buried into each other’s hair as they take turns sending open palms into each other’s faces. Back and forth they go, pushing and shoving, until Hannah takes a stiff backhand across the cheek, grunts out loud and goes stumbling to the side. Looks as though Brooklyn seizes control early, using her slightly bulkier frame to barrel the both of them over the edge and crashing into the small pool in the center of the room.
Loud SPLASH as Hannah goes underwater for a moment, but fret not, because Brooklyn's already hauling the Vixen back up by the hair, the emerald waters shimmering across Hannah’s tummy. Hannah catching her breath but ready for Brooklyn’s attack, however, immediately snaps a fist into her breadbasket, bowling Decker over with a grunt. Now Brooklyn sent crashing back into the water, tries aiming a swift kick in Hannah’s direction. But Hannah catching her foot with both hands, hauling Decker towards her and deeper into the waters. Hannah pouncing, trying to use her own body weight to smother Brooklyn down underwater, but Decker just too fresh, manages to break the surface like a killer whale hungry for its prey, both her arms locked around Hannah’s back and squeezing tight.
Hannah shrieking out loud from the signature bear hug applied to her body, her arms flailing about on Brooklyn’s head as she struggles to get free. The two blondes wrestle in each other's arms for a while, until Hannah successfully punts her assailant with a headbutt to the forehead. Brooklyn lets out a yelp of her own, immediately knocked back and disoriented as she releases the hold, slouches back against the edge of the pool in shock. Hannah slowly recovering, advancing on her through the waist-deep waters. Brooklyn tries getting up but gets backhanded across the face, head submerged once or twice by Hannah’s strong grip in her tresses, before getting pulled back up as Ferguson takes control of this fight.
“I can’t believe you almost became my stablemate,” Hannah hisses, as she slaps Decker across the face.
Brooklyn still resisting on her knees, her face dangerously close to Hannah’s pulsing tummy as she snakes her own hands around Hannah’s thighs, looking for leverage.
“Oh no you don’t…” Hannah shouts back, a little wiser now that she’s been on the receiving end of one of Brooklyn’s powerbombs.
Ferguson sends a quick knee crashing up into the chin, further dazing the Lioness alpha blonde as she crumples into the edge of the pool, the rest of her body submerged from the chest down as she sucks in deep breaths of air up top. Next thing Brooklyn knows, however, is her face getting engulfed in cleavage as Hannah wastes no time in locking in the breast smother. Wild panic filling Brooklyn’s frame as half her body is pinned down underwater, with Hannah seating herself snug in the lioness' lap, her legs wrapped around her waistline and squeezing, Hannah's strong arms snaked around the back of the head. Hannah leans down into the smother, letting her own body weight do the work of stretching her blonde rival out, with Brooklyn’s back pressed into the sharp ledge of the pool and above, her entire face disappeared in Hannah’s jugs and dishevelled hair at the edge of the thrashing water.
“Told ya I’ll finish you off, b*tch!” Hannah hisses into the top of Brooklyn’s head, between heavy breaths.
Brooklyn’s body pulsing underwater for air, still left with plenty of fight in her, however, and soon manages to turn the tables as she powers out of the smother from sheer strength alone. Hannah’s eyes wide with shock, still grabbing onto the blonde’s hair even as their positions are reversed - now she’s the one pinned with her back to the edge, with Brooklyn squaring her hips and ramming her shoulder repeatedly into the Vixen’s body. Brooklyn's face finally popped out of the smother attempt and now her cheek resting momentarily on Hannah’s chest. Hannah gathering her own breath, trying to flip Decker back over to finish what she started, but just lacking the strength, gets her hair entangled in Brooklyn’s fingers as the Lioness reaches up to grasp whatever she can for leverage.
Hannah grunting, trying to stand back up to continue this fight, but inadvertently pulling Decker up with her. It’s Brooklyn's turn to send a fist packing into the tummy, and another and another just south of the waistline, further frustrating Hannah’s recovery as she’s bowled over with a loud groan. Girls go back to slapping each other silly as they recover from their swim together, pulling at hair as Hannah drags Decker out of the pool whilst the Lioness is busy mauling her breasts and face with her sharp fingernails.
Finally collapsed onto their side, Decker is first to recover, quickly throwing herself on top of Ferguson, then dragging the dazed blonde up to her knees. Hannah immediately swings a slap at the face, but misses wide when Brooklyn ducks and swings a fist low instead, folding Hannah over with a hook to the tummy HNNGGHH before another and another clenched fist drills into the Vixen's abs, Brooklyn gnashing her teeth for revenge as she holds Hannah in position with one hand gripped in the top of her hair to hold her steady, the other plowing into her body repeatedly. Fifth blow to the body and Hannah left trembling in her foe’s arms, the sick taste of blonde sweat on her lips now that she's face to face with Brooklyn’s gleaming rack.
“Seems like you need a little reminder as to who’s the alpha blonde around here,” Brooklyn hisses down at her.
Decker’s turn to attempt a sitting breast smother, locking her athletic legs around Hannah’s waistline whilst pulling the blonde’s hapless face into her cleavage. Hannah immediately shrieking from within the murky depths, her arms and legs thrashing for air as she savagely pummels any part of Decker's body she can find. Brooklyn doing her best to hold on to the smother as long as possible and subdue this raging beast, but even she can’t hold Hannah in place forever when her loose hair is tugged to one side, the Vixen also pounding fists into her sides below.
“AGGRHH b*tch!!” Brooklyn hisses as she breaks the smother too early, shoving Hannah roughly away.
Hannah rolls over to her side, dazed but enjoying the sweet cold air on her cheeks, at least compared to the depths of that breast smother from hell. But she can’t celebrate too soon, as Brooklyn's already getting back to her feet, circling like an animal hungry for her meal. Hannah swinging her fists, digging nails into strong thighs as Brooklyn hauls her back up by the hair. The Lioness delivers a knee lift to the tummy to subdue her with a grunt, then drags the stunned woman to the wooden palisade of the sauna. Hannah with her fists raised up but too groggy to protest at being a punching bag, with Brooklyn gleefully pounding shot after shot into her body and chest, balled fists drilled into the pit of her stomach puh puh puh puh. Hannah of course fighting back, on occasion reversing their roles and burying her own fist into the belly button, bending Brooklyn over in half with mutual groans. But Brooklyn always clinching up close and snug, using her body to pin her rival to the wall before flattening and loosening Hannah’s breasts from their flimsy sockets with steady pounding action. Hannah ends up trapped, groaning as she struggles to break free of her hold.
“What’s wrong, Hannah?” Brooklyn breathes hot air into the side of her face as she buries another fist into her chest. “Not so tough now, are ya?”
“I’ve suffered worse,” Hannah replies, suddenly shooting a knee up between her opponent’s thighs.
The shock registers too late on Brooklyn’s face as her womanhood receives the brunt of the blow, followed by another swift kick to her briefs as Decker crumples down, both hands clutching below the waistline. Hannah not letting her off the hook just yet, a wry smile on her face as she turns the tables, takes two fistfuls of blonde hair before slamming the back of her head hard into the wall. Brooklyn, dazed, groans as Hannah buries another fist into the pit of her belly, then socks her left breast upwards with an uppercut, all wicked payback for the earlier abuse. Before Hannah can deliver a third blow, however, Brooklyn landing her own fist THUDD into the blonde’s body, and the two ladies take turns rotating positions along the walls, each time delivering a backhand across the face or more knuckles smack into tummy. By now, the heat has covered both their bodies with a gleaming layer of sweat as they struggle for dominance in each other’s arms. For a moment, Hannah actually gaining the upper hand when she begins solely targeting Brooklyn’s chest with punches, with Brooklyn letting out shrieks of pain as her orbs are blasted left and right from heavy hooks, then flattened in place as the jealous Vixen snarls her revenge, her punches ripping through the red fabric - the strings of Brooklyn’s bikini top suddenly go SNAP, flinging her breasts free for more target practice.
Hannah grins devilishly for a second, helps herself to another one-two quick shots into Brooklyn’s loose assets, before she leans in close to her panting lips.
“You’ll never be better than me, Decker,” Hannah whispers, pulling the beaten blonde’s head back before planting a little smooch on those ruby lips. “And don’t you forget tha--AAARHHGGH!!”
Hannah’s mistake was not finishing her foe off when she had the chance, with Brooklyn quickly using the breathing space (and the close proximity of Hannah’s face) to slam her forehead forward, in a repeat headbutt from earlier. Only this time, Ferguson is the one absorbing the shock, reeling back, her eyes squeezed shut as though mortally wounded. With a loud huff, Decker springs her bruised body forward, the sight of her bare chest, now liberated, somehow invigorating her to have her revenge on her rival.
Hannah not so much speared to the ground but picked up by a charging Decker, then deposited onto the floor with a loud BANG and THUD, the Powerbomb echoing off the four walls of the sauna. Hannah lying in its center, dazed and spreadeagled, one hand pawing at Brooklyn’s ankles as the Lioness stumbles in for the kill. A fistful of dirty blonde hair only elicits a moan from Hannah’s lips, as Brooklyn pulls her up into a sitting position, enjoying the feeling of those pouting, gasping lips on her belly, before shoving Hannah back against the leather seats of the sauna. A SLAP across the face ensures Hannah’s truly out of it, before Brooklyn mounts the beaten girl’s lap, wraps her arms around the neck and pulls her in for another Sitting Breast Smother.
This time, Hannah’s head and shoulders pinned down on the upper level of the platform, the weight of Brooklyn’s mighty orbs pressed heavily down into her face as the rest of the Vixen's body shudders from stretch and strain. Decker locking her arms around wet, messy hair, flexing those biceps as she forces Hannah’s lips as deep as they can go into her sweat-stained rack. Below, the rest of Hannah’s body convulsing, kicking up last screams of protest, but soon, the combined weight of Brooklyn’s body and the sheer humiliation do their job - Hannah goes completely limp, hands pawing at Brooklyn’s stomach, her lips parted slightly when Brooklyn finally relinquishes the hold after a good three minutes of non-stop smother. Decker smiles down at her handiwork, the limp, broken body of Hannah Ferguson still steaming in the hot air.
Brooklyn reaches out and tugs hard on Hannah’s top, which slips right off the broken girl's body due to the lack of friction. “I think I’ll keep this to remember this moment," Brooklyn sneers. "If you want it back, you know where to find me, b*tch. Oh, and before I go...”
Brooklyn leans in one last time, plants a long, hard smooch on Hannah’s beaten lips. Hannah barely registering what’s happening as she lets out a moan, her eyelids fluttering as she slips in and out of consciousness. “Something to remember me by, Hannah,” Brooklyn teases, before delivering a final slap across the blonde’s face.
Later on, Hannah awakened by the handsome counter assistant, who was given another three hundred dollars to surrender the camera footage of the entire incident and only open the door to the sauna hours later. The Vixen, completely disrobed, could only stumble out with a towel wrapped around her body, revenge already on her mind.
Official Decision: Brooklyn Decker defeats Hannah Ferguson via Sitting Breast Smother @ 26:05.
AHW: Hannah Ferguson vs Brooklyn Decker (Sauna Bout)
Note: The following event occurs at the tail end of 2018.
Hannah:
(27, 5’10, VIXENs)
Brooklyn:
(32, 5’9, Lioness Club of America)
PREAMBLE:
Hannah first realised she was in trouble when she found herself pinned to the wall, an elbow pressed into her throat, and her chest exploding in fiery jolts of pain as fist after fist flattened her breasts unabated.
Hannah was losing this fight, to an older girl, no less, and it was a fight she had started herself and hoped to finish on her own terms. Instead, this blonde b*tch was having her way with her, flesh pinned upon flesh in the middle of this rising steam, bare knuckles finding skin and muscle, and the soft groans emitted from the Vixen’s lips. She quickly needed to turn things around. If not...
“What’s wrong, Hannah?” her assailant breathed hot air into the side of her face.
Hannah grunted in response, trying to power herself off the wall, only to let out another achy moan as another fist flattened her chest, the blonde’s knuckles deliberately twisting hard into the wet fabric of her bikini top, already threatening to snap at any moment’s notice.
“Not so tough now, are ya?”
***
It was just sick how Brooklyn Decker got all the attention, Hannah thought to herself as she entered the doors to her favourite spa and gym. First, Decker had been the subject of a rabid bidding war back at the tail end of 2017, with multiple stables scrambling to scoop her up after the last Front Street shakeup, as though the blonde was the greatest fighter to ever grace the halls of the FCBA.
Hannah had balked when she found out that the VIX owner, Caspian, also had his eyes on acquiring the legendary model. For what purpose, Hannah could only guess, and she was thankful that the deal finally fell through. Who knew how the balance of power in the locker room would have shifted if Brooklyn had walked through the door?
Only now, Decker was causing trouble of her own by repeatedly getting in the alpha Vixen’s way. Hannah had assumed she was down and dusted after their fight for the diamond-studded JMDD bra (which she won), only for Decker to turn the tables and smother her out instead. Then, came an actual loss in September of 2018, during the VIX/Lioness Stable War, with Decker claiming victory after eight rounds of back-and-forth action. Just the memory of that girl’s breasts pressed into her face, Decker standing over her and smirking, was enough to spend spasms of fury through Hannah’s body. And here she was, smiling smugly and flirting with that handsome counter assistant at her favourite sauna hot spot. HER favourite spot to unwind and get away from all the drama of the FCBA. What the f*ck was Decker doing here, if not to claim the last vestiges of her peace, pride and dignity??
“Hey, Jason,” Hannah smiled moments later, putting on her most seductive smile as she approached the same counter assistant she'd been flirting with for the past few months. “Got my usual place?”
“Oh, hey Hannah,” the boy replied. “Unfortunately, you’re too late. Your favourite room’s occupied.”
“Oh, I know,” Hannah said. “But how'd you like to make a little money?
“I’m listening,” Jason grinned.
“Don’t let anyone in, okay?” Hannah grinned, flashed a wink at him, before sauntering down the corridor.
***
Brooklyn Decker was lounging in her private sauna with not a care in the world. The bespoke sauna was just the kind of private space she was looking for: somewhere to dip her legs while laying out the rest of her magnificent body on the cushioned mats. She was wearing nothing but a red swimsuit, her blonde hair bundled up high into a neat bun, with the rest her muscles stretched and relaxed in the 120 degree steam, after a hard workout in the gym prior.
The sauna itself was about the size of four elevators, with a squared pool depressed into its center and the rest of the room elevated by a padded step for sitting and stretching. The Lioness starlet lay back, her arms braced over the elevated platform as she reflected on her recent wins over big girls like Kate Upton, Hilary Rhoda, and of course, dear old Hannah Ferguson. She's had a good run indeed after joining her new stable, but the last thing she expected was to see the alpha Vixen in the flesh, towering overhead and casting a long shadow that illuminated a sly smirk on her face.
“Enjoying yourself?” Hannah sneers.
“Very much so. Until you appeared,” Brooklyn jabs back, not bothering to move from her position, but her entire body tensing up. “Why don’t you get the hell out before I kick your ass again?”
“I think you got it mixed up,” Hannah says, circling the prone blonde in the middle of the pool. “I seem to recall you drooling into my belly back when I laid you out in five rounds.”
The statement seems to incense Brooklyn, who rises slowly from the pool, water droplets streaming down her toned tummy as she walks over to confront Hannah face-to-face, or should we say, woman-to-woman.
“You tried to make me submit, and failed. In the end, wasn’t it your face nestled between my jugs?” Decker hisses back, making a mock-thinking expression with one finger to her lips, as she watches Hannah’s face go deep red (and not from the rising steam).
“Shut up! I’ll make sure I’ll finish the job this time!” Hannah shouts back, shoving her chest into Decker’s. “You’ll be waking up over and over again with nothing but my jugs pressed into your face!”
“You don’t have your little helpers this time to help you, Hannah,” Brooklyn coos, cracking her knuckles, then placing both hands on her hips. “I’d like to see you try.”
THE FIGHT:
Picture this: two blondes, perfectly matched in height and built, facing each other down amidst the rising hiss of steam in the background. Brooklyn Decker on the left, hands planted firm on hips, wearing nothing but a string bikini, bright red and showing off every muscle in her body, ready to rumble. On the right, a magnificent mane of strawberry blonde hair framing Ferguson’s face. If not for the snarl etched on her features at this point, she’d make one hell of an angel. Hannah’s wearing a white bralette bikini top and thong for maximum mobility.
Both bodies and brows already dripping wet from the heat as these two LAUNCH themselves at each other! Meaty SPLAT as their bodies connect, followed by the sound of heavier SLAAAPs that echo through the tiny room. No squeals or shrieks from these two veteran fighters, just fingers buried into each other’s hair as they take turns sending open palms into each other’s faces. Back and forth they go, pushing and shoving, until Hannah takes a stiff backhand across the cheek, grunts out loud and goes stumbling to the side. Looks as though Brooklyn seizes control early, using her slightly bulkier frame to barrel the both of them over the edge and crashing into the small pool in the center of the room.
Loud SPLASH as Hannah goes underwater for a moment, but fret not, because Brooklyn's already hauling the Vixen back up by the hair, the emerald waters shimmering across Hannah’s tummy. Hannah catching her breath but ready for Brooklyn’s attack, however, immediately snaps a fist into her breadbasket, bowling Decker over with a grunt. Now Brooklyn sent crashing back into the water, tries aiming a swift kick in Hannah’s direction. But Hannah catching her foot with both hands, hauling Decker towards her and deeper into the waters. Hannah pouncing, trying to use her own body weight to smother Brooklyn down underwater, but Decker just too fresh, manages to break the surface like a killer whale hungry for its prey, both her arms locked around Hannah’s back and squeezing tight.
Hannah shrieking out loud from the signature bear hug applied to her body, her arms flailing about on Brooklyn’s head as she struggles to get free. The two blondes wrestle in each other's arms for a while, until Hannah successfully punts her assailant with a headbutt to the forehead. Brooklyn lets out a yelp of her own, immediately knocked back and disoriented as she releases the hold, slouches back against the edge of the pool in shock. Hannah slowly recovering, advancing on her through the waist-deep waters. Brooklyn tries getting up but gets backhanded across the face, head submerged once or twice by Hannah’s strong grip in her tresses, before getting pulled back up as Ferguson takes control of this fight.
“I can’t believe you almost became my stablemate,” Hannah hisses, as she slaps Decker across the face.
Brooklyn still resisting on her knees, her face dangerously close to Hannah’s pulsing tummy as she snakes her own hands around Hannah’s thighs, looking for leverage.
“Oh no you don’t…” Hannah shouts back, a little wiser now that she’s been on the receiving end of one of Brooklyn’s powerbombs.
Ferguson sends a quick knee crashing up into the chin, further dazing the Lioness alpha blonde as she crumples into the edge of the pool, the rest of her body submerged from the chest down as she sucks in deep breaths of air up top. Next thing Brooklyn knows, however, is her face getting engulfed in cleavage as Hannah wastes no time in locking in the breast smother. Wild panic filling Brooklyn’s frame as half her body is pinned down underwater, with Hannah seating herself snug in the lioness' lap, her legs wrapped around her waistline and squeezing, Hannah's strong arms snaked around the back of the head. Hannah leans down into the smother, letting her own body weight do the work of stretching her blonde rival out, with Brooklyn’s back pressed into the sharp ledge of the pool and above, her entire face disappeared in Hannah’s jugs and dishevelled hair at the edge of the thrashing water.
“Told ya I’ll finish you off, b*tch!” Hannah hisses into the top of Brooklyn’s head, between heavy breaths.
Brooklyn’s body pulsing underwater for air, still left with plenty of fight in her, however, and soon manages to turn the tables as she powers out of the smother from sheer strength alone. Hannah’s eyes wide with shock, still grabbing onto the blonde’s hair even as their positions are reversed - now she’s the one pinned with her back to the edge, with Brooklyn squaring her hips and ramming her shoulder repeatedly into the Vixen’s body. Brooklyn's face finally popped out of the smother attempt and now her cheek resting momentarily on Hannah’s chest. Hannah gathering her own breath, trying to flip Decker back over to finish what she started, but just lacking the strength, gets her hair entangled in Brooklyn’s fingers as the Lioness reaches up to grasp whatever she can for leverage.
Hannah grunting, trying to stand back up to continue this fight, but inadvertently pulling Decker up with her. It’s Brooklyn's turn to send a fist packing into the tummy, and another and another just south of the waistline, further frustrating Hannah’s recovery as she’s bowled over with a loud groan. Girls go back to slapping each other silly as they recover from their swim together, pulling at hair as Hannah drags Decker out of the pool whilst the Lioness is busy mauling her breasts and face with her sharp fingernails.
Finally collapsed onto their side, Decker is first to recover, quickly throwing herself on top of Ferguson, then dragging the dazed blonde up to her knees. Hannah immediately swings a slap at the face, but misses wide when Brooklyn ducks and swings a fist low instead, folding Hannah over with a hook to the tummy HNNGGHH before another and another clenched fist drills into the Vixen's abs, Brooklyn gnashing her teeth for revenge as she holds Hannah in position with one hand gripped in the top of her hair to hold her steady, the other plowing into her body repeatedly. Fifth blow to the body and Hannah left trembling in her foe’s arms, the sick taste of blonde sweat on her lips now that she's face to face with Brooklyn’s gleaming rack.
“Seems like you need a little reminder as to who’s the alpha blonde around here,” Brooklyn hisses down at her.
Decker’s turn to attempt a sitting breast smother, locking her athletic legs around Hannah’s waistline whilst pulling the blonde’s hapless face into her cleavage. Hannah immediately shrieking from within the murky depths, her arms and legs thrashing for air as she savagely pummels any part of Decker's body she can find. Brooklyn doing her best to hold on to the smother as long as possible and subdue this raging beast, but even she can’t hold Hannah in place forever when her loose hair is tugged to one side, the Vixen also pounding fists into her sides below.
“AGGRHH b*tch!!” Brooklyn hisses as she breaks the smother too early, shoving Hannah roughly away.
Hannah rolls over to her side, dazed but enjoying the sweet cold air on her cheeks, at least compared to the depths of that breast smother from hell. But she can’t celebrate too soon, as Brooklyn's already getting back to her feet, circling like an animal hungry for her meal. Hannah swinging her fists, digging nails into strong thighs as Brooklyn hauls her back up by the hair. The Lioness delivers a knee lift to the tummy to subdue her with a grunt, then drags the stunned woman to the wooden palisade of the sauna. Hannah with her fists raised up but too groggy to protest at being a punching bag, with Brooklyn gleefully pounding shot after shot into her body and chest, balled fists drilled into the pit of her stomach puh puh puh puh. Hannah of course fighting back, on occasion reversing their roles and burying her own fist into the belly button, bending Brooklyn over in half with mutual groans. But Brooklyn always clinching up close and snug, using her body to pin her rival to the wall before flattening and loosening Hannah’s breasts from their flimsy sockets with steady pounding action. Hannah ends up trapped, groaning as she struggles to break free of her hold.
“What’s wrong, Hannah?” Brooklyn breathes hot air into the side of her face as she buries another fist into her chest. “Not so tough now, are ya?”
“I’ve suffered worse,” Hannah replies, suddenly shooting a knee up between her opponent’s thighs.
The shock registers too late on Brooklyn’s face as her womanhood receives the brunt of the blow, followed by another swift kick to her briefs as Decker crumples down, both hands clutching below the waistline. Hannah not letting her off the hook just yet, a wry smile on her face as she turns the tables, takes two fistfuls of blonde hair before slamming the back of her head hard into the wall. Brooklyn, dazed, groans as Hannah buries another fist into the pit of her belly, then socks her left breast upwards with an uppercut, all wicked payback for the earlier abuse. Before Hannah can deliver a third blow, however, Brooklyn landing her own fist THUDD into the blonde’s body, and the two ladies take turns rotating positions along the walls, each time delivering a backhand across the face or more knuckles smack into tummy. By now, the heat has covered both their bodies with a gleaming layer of sweat as they struggle for dominance in each other’s arms. For a moment, Hannah actually gaining the upper hand when she begins solely targeting Brooklyn’s chest with punches, with Brooklyn letting out shrieks of pain as her orbs are blasted left and right from heavy hooks, then flattened in place as the jealous Vixen snarls her revenge, her punches ripping through the red fabric - the strings of Brooklyn’s bikini top suddenly go SNAP, flinging her breasts free for more target practice.
Hannah grins devilishly for a second, helps herself to another one-two quick shots into Brooklyn’s loose assets, before she leans in close to her panting lips.
“You’ll never be better than me, Decker,” Hannah whispers, pulling the beaten blonde’s head back before planting a little smooch on those ruby lips. “And don’t you forget tha--AAARHHGGH!!”
Hannah’s mistake was not finishing her foe off when she had the chance, with Brooklyn quickly using the breathing space (and the close proximity of Hannah’s face) to slam her forehead forward, in a repeat headbutt from earlier. Only this time, Ferguson is the one absorbing the shock, reeling back, her eyes squeezed shut as though mortally wounded. With a loud huff, Decker springs her bruised body forward, the sight of her bare chest, now liberated, somehow invigorating her to have her revenge on her rival.
Hannah not so much speared to the ground but picked up by a charging Decker, then deposited onto the floor with a loud BANG and THUD, the Powerbomb echoing off the four walls of the sauna. Hannah lying in its center, dazed and spreadeagled, one hand pawing at Brooklyn’s ankles as the Lioness stumbles in for the kill. A fistful of dirty blonde hair only elicits a moan from Hannah’s lips, as Brooklyn pulls her up into a sitting position, enjoying the feeling of those pouting, gasping lips on her belly, before shoving Hannah back against the leather seats of the sauna. A SLAP across the face ensures Hannah’s truly out of it, before Brooklyn mounts the beaten girl’s lap, wraps her arms around the neck and pulls her in for another Sitting Breast Smother.
This time, Hannah’s head and shoulders pinned down on the upper level of the platform, the weight of Brooklyn’s mighty orbs pressed heavily down into her face as the rest of the Vixen's body shudders from stretch and strain. Decker locking her arms around wet, messy hair, flexing those biceps as she forces Hannah’s lips as deep as they can go into her sweat-stained rack. Below, the rest of Hannah’s body convulsing, kicking up last screams of protest, but soon, the combined weight of Brooklyn’s body and the sheer humiliation do their job - Hannah goes completely limp, hands pawing at Brooklyn’s stomach, her lips parted slightly when Brooklyn finally relinquishes the hold after a good three minutes of non-stop smother. Decker smiles down at her handiwork, the limp, broken body of Hannah Ferguson still steaming in the hot air.
Brooklyn reaches out and tugs hard on Hannah’s top, which slips right off the broken girl's body due to the lack of friction. “I think I’ll keep this to remember this moment," Brooklyn sneers. "If you want it back, you know where to find me, b*tch. Oh, and before I go...”
Brooklyn leans in one last time, plants a long, hard smooch on Hannah’s beaten lips. Hannah barely registering what’s happening as she lets out a moan, her eyelids fluttering as she slips in and out of consciousness. “Something to remember me by, Hannah,” Brooklyn teases, before delivering a final slap across the blonde’s face.
Later on, Hannah awakened by the handsome counter assistant, who was given another three hundred dollars to surrender the camera footage of the entire incident and only open the door to the sauna hours later. The Vixen, completely disrobed, could only stumble out with a towel wrapped around her body, revenge already on her mind.
Official Decision: Brooklyn Decker defeats Hannah Ferguson via Sitting Breast Smother @ 26:05.
