Tahnee Atkinson vs Hannah Ferguson: Best of 7 #6, JMDD

Before: “We know how this ends.” Hannah ebullient. “No Best of Seven has ever gone the distance, and this won’t be any different. I’ve been stumbling over Tahnee for too long, when this is over, IT’S OVER!”



“We’re done with all that wrestling Hannah insisted on,” Tahnee counters. “Now it’s all about hitting and getting hit. And Blondie can’t do either as well as I can!”



Tahnee in black scoop bikini, pink bottoms, gold gloves, hair back in a battle bun. Hannah in a black V-shaped one piece, black gloves, hair, loose but slicked back



R1: Hannah plants and swings – Tahnee plants and swings - they SLAM away toe to toe. Rights pitched against lefts, lefts against rights - girls falling into each other, gasping and whining as robust blows skid home at random. Ferguson beaten in stages to the ropes, starts tightening up her strokes and catching Atkinson with tidy left and right uppercuts on the chin. Now it's Tahnee giving ground, breathing hard - she steps back, sets - both women step into shivering right hands flush to offending guts - both rattled, momentarily stunned by impact. Hannah pawing her jab to jug to set up a riding right hand on the mouth - Atkinson's put wobbly butt at the midway point, starting to take backward steps. Ferguson bodying up, stacking brunette to ropes - going methodically to body close in. Hannah pulling down on Tahnee's neck with the left, plugging away righty to belly&breasts, Tahnee soon joins her, also pulling with the left to slug right - crowd to it's feet as hefty vixens wallow in one another's misery. Tugging and twisting, bawling and snarling, plugging and pumping - it's just a jiggly, body-banging good time. Round ends with sweaty heads held tight together, weary right arms pumping, pushing, cramming into hips, ribs, tummies and bulging jug - when they're separated, both girls are ragged, sobbing for breath, faces shiny with tears.





R2: Hannah flutter-jabbing high, edging in close and hooking Tahnee's trunks, hips shunt back, she grunts with pain, but answers immediately a hook to Ferguson's trunks to send the blonde back with a pained scowl. Hannah looking to showcase her superior handspeed, chopping combinations from brow-high guard - brisk right hands and hooks to the head and shoulders, then stepping to the side behind a solid jab to the body&breasts. Tahnee not shying away - she's getting cuffed and buffeted, but walking through it, finding Ferguson with an extended jab in the chest and midway through: girls trade smoking rights on the chin - HANNAH STAGGERS AWAY HURT! Tahnee regrouping quickly, hops in to carry a swinging right underhand to vulnerable blonde tummy - Ferguson butt back, groaning forward - clinching desperately for a break. Atkinson moving in strong, driving down into midsection that straight right, mopping up a hook flat to the tits, Hannah wounded, covering up, stooping forward. Tahnee batting at the flanks and arms, then palming to steady Ferguson for more - blonde tucked away behind her guard riding it out. Down the stretch ATKINSON ROMPS TO RACK! Tahnee using uppercuts to slice between Hannah's barn-door defence - blonde slumping forward, grimacing as Atkinson crams away right/lefts to the moneymakers. Bell - Tahnee taking an extra right hand flat on Hannah’s already pinking tits - ref jumps in, this thing promises to stay ugly.



R3: More stupid, loaded up right hands - both girls leaning into pushing haymakers with the lefts down at the thigh - breasts and faces pounded and bashed raw. Hannah wilting, half turning away from the blazing abuse - TAhnee stampeding blonde to ropes, getting her body on and JAMMING blubbery Ferguson to strands. Rich, thick, joyful jug mugging ensues – Atkinson reaping the spoils of winning the battle midring, helps herself to mouthwatering melon - hoisting lefts and rights up into bulging sacks. Hannah sobbing out and trying to clinch, but this blonde's SPENT! She's simply drubbed to her knees - then given an extra right hand in the ear to put her on her hip. TAHNEE DROPS TO HER KNEES AND LANDS CHEAP! Rising, girlish right hand clout on the chin – Ferguson just sitting pretty, getting her face spanked back - ref has to wrap up and drag spitting, snarling Atkinson off. Blonde beats the count, Tahnee on Hannah, blonde slumping, sobbing piteously, no longer defending herself and THE REF STEPS IN! Crowd roaring it's approval as Atkinson thrusts her mitts skyward and STOMPS the ring, setting that world class rack a-quaking! SAVAGE TKO3 to give Hannah the worst beasting of her career and send this thing to a historic seventh bout!



After: Hannah’s being tended to on her stool when an ungloved Tahnee marches over and pulls her up to her feet. Atkinson cups both hands around Hannah’s cheeks, making sure she has the eye contact she wants, and then drives her thigh ruthlessly into the blonde’s midriff. Hannah groans as she’s folded over by the blow, her butt thrust back against the turnbuckle while her head is brought down to chest height: Tahnee pulls the blonde’s face into her waiting bosom and squeezes tightly with arms around head, securing a breast smother with perfect jug-on-face seal.



Hannah’s whining, pushing frantically at Tahnee’s hips, brunette presses her deep into the turnbuckle, planting her foot on the bottom rope and pushing for just a little more leverage. A smile crosses Atkinson’s lips as Ferguson tries to writhe her way free, desperately seeking something that isn’t hot and sweaty flesh, brunette gives her a good shake back and forth like a lioness wringing out the last resistance from a gazelle trapped between her jaws.



Hannah’s legs start to buckle at the minute and a half mark, Tahnee releases her and the beaten blonde slides groggily and sexily down the length of Atkinson’s body to her knees. Tahnee immediately tugs Hannah back up and begins to parade her around the ring’s perimeter in a model’s Walk of Shame. Circumambulation around the ring complete, Atkinson leads Ferguson to midring and shoves her down to the canvas, then pushes her onto her back. Tahnee foregoes a tight seal this time, instead pinning both of Hannah’s wrists to the canvas above her head and rubbing her breasts back and forth across the defeated woman’s face. Ferguson dazed, and in no condition to resist – her body twitches back and forth as she writhes weakly beneath Atkinson, legs meekly pushing and sliding on the canvas for purchase… she’s totally used up at this point. Hannah’s body finally relaxes as she succumbs to unconsciousness as once again she's vanquished by Tahnee Atkinson’s jug smother.