Kate Upton versus Camille Kostek (Queen of the Ice Hotel)

Kate Upton versus Camille Kostek (Queen of the Ice Hotel)

KATE UPTON (28 y/o, 5 ft 10, W: 83, L: 24) vs CAMILLE KOSTEK (27 y/o, 5 ft 8, W: 13, L: 7)

Results: Lookout!, Writing: Bonzo

 

Before: Kate Upton‘s the queen of the supermodels – the biggest, baddest blonde at welter, and beyond. She‘s been shut out of (regular) title fights two years in a row, but nobody would attribute that to a lack of worthiness or standing. Just in the past three years, almost forty strong, talented girls went to sleep at Kate The Great‘s feet – an unprecedented feat for a woman who started out as a JMD-style slugger at the infamous Jeri‘s Knockouts – and in regular fights, she‘s only been stopped by Amanda Righetti, Kendall Jenner, Taylor Swift and Emily DiDonato. And she‘s got records of 3-3 (Righetti), 2-2 (Jenner) and 4-2 (Swift) against those girls, surely her biggest threats right now – no girl‘s been able to keep her foot on Kate‘s neck for a suspended period of time, although Big Red Righetti came pretty close, until Kate eked out a thunderclap knockout late last year to even the score.

All in all, 2021 Kate Upton‘s probably the most confident Kate Upton you‘ve ever seen – a scary thought for all girls at light and welter, right? That‘s not what Bonzo‘s Gym‘s young welter prospect, Sports Illustrated beach model Camille Kostek‘s got on her mind, though:

“Blondes, and supermodels in particular, have kinda taken Kate‘s claim to superiority for granted – but I won‘t!“, Camille states, shaking her pretty head fervently. “All the swagger, all the pride – it‘s gotta stop, guys. It‘s time someone – her peer, a fellow big, brawny, busty blonde, and a prettier model than her – put her fists into those proud jugs, and just said no to her. I mean, you gotta defy her, and you gotta do it right in her face! I don‘t know, but I *think* that description does kinda sound like me, right?“ she asks, a sly smirk on her pretty features.

Kostek might be a little smaller than your average supermodel, but she sure makes up for that with her sturdy, meaty thighs and a healthy, “natural big“ frame – she‘s no doubt been a natural addition to Bonzo‘s stable of athletic hard-bodied beauties at welter. Her biggest scalp‘s been Aussie sensation Tahnee Atkinson – and it‘s taken Palicki‘s hammer of a right hand or Hilary Rhoda‘s sly ring smarts to actually put her down for the count. Cam‘s part of this year‘s welter tourney – remember that Amanda Righetti‘s glory days started with such a tournament – and she‘s the pundits‘ favourite to win the thing, certainly according to Kostek herself.

But how will Camille‘s confident challenge of Kate affect Upton‘s rivalry with her fellow stablemate, welterweight legend Amanda Righetti, pundits want to know:

“Amanda‘s thankfully made Kate shut up in the past – I wish she could have done that last time out, too,“ Cam explains. “But I‘m ready to help her out, guys – think of us as a tandem ready to bust up Kate‘s jugs. Next time Red‘s going to do it again, of course, but this time, I‘m happy to take the job!“

That‘s a pretty brazen challenge to Kate Upton – does the favoured blonde take Camille‘s words of brag seriously?

“I‘m taking them serious enough to go take Kostek behind the woodshed, and have some slobberknocking fun with those pretty eyes, pretty jugs, pretty everything,“ Kate snaps, shaking those golden locks in defiance. “I will explain it to you, guys – there are *big* blondes, and there are *little* blondes. And for god‘s sake, she‘s just a cheeky little blonde! And little blondes get *smothered* by big blondes – because that‘s just how it works in the law of the jungle!“

Kate‘s leaving no doubt that while Kostek‘s challenge‘s got her blonde badass instincts wide awake – she‘s not going to sit there and treat Camille like an equal, dangerous threat:

“Except for her ego, everything about Camille‘s undersized – she wants to play with the big girls, but she‘s just outmatched, guys. I mean, I know I feel like a freakin‘ middleweight for anyone who meets me in the ring, but I‘m worried I‘ll just smother Camille out there, you know, um, step on her or something, you know what I mean? I‘m concerned about her, that‘s what I am, because I have a good heart – you know that, guys, right?“

Fight night attire: Girls meet in the Ice Hotel‘s Grand Ballroom, lit by chandeliers above the ring – where both girls‘ long, white floor-length fur coats finally make way for stunning battle outfits.

Camille‘s out first on her challenger‘s duty: she‘s clad in snow-white fur bikini top and panties, black chinchilla mitts, soft, tall furry mukluks in black – her long blonde hair‘s all loosely, sexily tangled. And here‘s Kate Upton – her fur bikini‘s black like a panther‘s, sporting soft, furry gloves in snow-white, her blonde hair braided, her moccasin-style boots tall, brown, with fur trim. Girls pose with hands on hips, leaning back to display the goods: two blonde viking warrior queens, looking to wield the ancient axe, leading their tribes into battle – eyes fuly lock, lips purse, jaws clench, as blonde amazons exchange icy, cold stares.

Ding, ding, ding!

Fight: R1: Camille‘s worked with Righetti in the gym for weeks in preparation of tonight‘s battle, and it‘s showin‘ – stiff, pounding jabs to Kate‘s jugs/biceps back her up early n‘ hard, as Kostek‘s erupting out of her crouch in smooth, mobile pivots, pumping power from sturdy thighs, dipping left shoulder!

Camille surprising Kate via EXPLOSIVE, erupting double jab poke, so hard – Kate‘s broken out of her gun platform stance, missing a right haymaker early, wide, missing ANOTHER haymaker, wide, as fast, hectic steps pedal her backward! A short chop left raps at Upton‘s jaw, as Cam steps close with a snarl – setting up shoulder to shoulder against the bigger blonde! Left shoulder bump‘s got Kate emitting a gasp, as Kostek‘s head‘s low, right inside the famous blonde‘s rack – a short left and right hook‘s a-tuggin‘ at Kate‘s waistline/flank! Upton grabs out for wrap-up clinch in panic – lil‘ bob, roll breaks the attempt, as Kostek‘s wiggling her meaty hips out, leaning back in to SPANK short, driving body uppercuts to blonde ribs/tummy, guhhh, guuh-uh! Short left chop to right jug/sternum – sweeps Upton‘s strong, broad frame off its firm hold, doubles her up in a pitiful mixture of sob and shout, folding her forward, as Camille‘s reaching under her arms, wrapping her up for a violent bull-rush against the ropes! Kostek‘s pretty eyes ablaze with pure jug-punch-lust – she wants every lil‘ piece of Kate‘s rack!

Around the minute mark – Kate‘s legs finally up and running, as her thighs sturdy up!

A tight earmuff (guard) around her ears, her legs stabilizing, Upton‘s working the ropes, trying to palm up on her blonde, shove her tormentress off in spots – she‘s finally able to tie up around Kostek‘s curvy torso, walking her backward with grim, heartless attitude, as buttocks firm up, power steers Camille into compliance! Kostek‘s walked off ropes to mid-ring territory – and it‘s a slug-out! Cam spits out double jabs to Kate‘s tits n‘ ribs, bobbing forward at the waist in aggressive fashion – Upton‘s stiff, rigid, upright, just trading blasts with her girl. And – short left belts to Kostek‘s chin! Kate‘s finally able to tag and find what she wants on her blonde – putting it all into that lusty, swinging shot. And – fat right hand to Kostek‘s rack! Cam‘s in gasps, as thighs/buttocks ring out – tears well up from tasty jug shock, as Kate‘s palming up, rushing *her* to ropes, as Kostek‘s ballsy, gritty plan to shock Kate early falls apart!

Second, third minute much more slow, calm – girls tie up around each other‘s neck/head in grim, sullen fashion, regrouping after mad opening combat!

Leggy pivots, approach jabs, messy wrap-ups – girls just test each other‘s sturdiness in the thigh, buttock and torso department, walking back and forth, keeping the ref well busy. No more eruptions until late down the stretch – Upton hops to ropes, baiting Camille to attack, and walking Kostek right into a FAT, blasting left/right clobber on her shoulder/biceps, bringing a neat falter to hungry blonde‘s steps just at the bell...extra motivation for Kate, waking a sly grin!

Girls sit down for break – tummies pant, jugs slosh, as girls try not to tire out early. Lookout‘s corner‘s upbeat – “That was Kostek‘s only game plan, girl – swing you out early n‘ hard! But you denied her – like a boss! She knows she can‘t slug with you for ten – her soul‘s laid bare now, Kate, and you just gotta steal it, baby, steeeaaal it!“

R2: Camille‘s still got plans – back up Kate, punish her jugs, get her ropebound, passive.

Kostek rotates out of crouches, dips – short, quick, eruptive one-twos to Upton‘s front/face. Cam‘s being brazen, pushy with her blonde rival: short, stooping left hands to Kate‘s trunkline/tummy flesh to bunch her up hurt, freeze her just a bit – setting up the glory right hand (hooks, crosses) to chin/ear out of crouch n‘ rise. Upton‘s just as strong, sturdy, and *heavy* at the ropes as feared – she won‘t let the leaner, smaller Kostek body-pin or wrap her to ropes, as lil‘ bull-shoves, shoulder jostles get Kate free violently, walk her fellow blonde off ropes, as Kostek‘s looking to pancake her! Upton‘s early combo work‘s a little sluggish, sullen – she‘ll back off from Camille‘s tastier, faster jabwork, those rip-rip right hooks to ear/chin, setting up bytchy-faced earmuff, or just absorbing shellack in big-girl fashion on the spot.

Kostek‘s the active, mobile fighter throughout 2 – shelling work to Kate‘s fronts, setting up body shots across Kate‘s prides. Camille trying to sneak, snuggle up close, set up in Upton‘s rack – she‘s employing her short, heavy fists, forearms across Kate‘s fleshy jugs left/right, lean into driving uppercuts to blonde‘s paunch/flank/rib.

Down the stretch – Kate‘s getting stronger off the ropes.

Upton‘s been patient, checking out what‘s behind Cam‘s fire blaze – taunts her because she ain‘t impressed! Brawny push-offs a problem for Kostek – her thighs ring out, as buttocks tremble under effort, struggling to hold her feet, frame upright against Kate‘s plentiful heft. A short, aggressive one-two spits right out of Kate‘s ropeside stance just after such a push-off – Cam‘s forced to cover up, her left at (right) cheek, right at (left) elbow, trying to stay on the spot, as Kate‘s shelling her ears, shoulders left/right, left/right in late surge of confidence, ‘tude!

R3: Kate‘s been a little modest, restrained early in terms of aggression – blonde‘s adjusting that now.

As girls step into each other, Kostek‘s set in a mobile step n‘ crouch – Kate‘s still all stiff n‘ upright. Camille‘s spitting her jabs out to hunt her blonde, toss her guard away – Kate‘s staying tall, rigid, hammering back a long, overhand righty past Kostek‘s left arm on the spot, as Camille‘s extending out. Sleek, spruce shot‘s so effortless n‘ heavy from Kate‘s rock-solid stance, puttin‘ just a lil‘ shoulder behind it – Kostek misjudges the shot, takes it hard, flabbergasting upside ear/temple! Cam folds forward, stepping ahead forward all queasy and rocked, her frame barely righting into order again – Upton hops back, DRIVES THE RIGHTY HOME TO JUGS LIKE A PLOW! Cam grunts a shout, but she‘s here to go toe-to-toe against Upton, right? – her longer, wider left uppercut misses Kate‘s hairline, as blonde leans back, but a shorter, more compact right hand rolls to Upton‘s jugline, ooomph. Girls step parallel to each other, trying to paw their forearms heavy across opposite jugs, shoulders here – Kate‘s creating better leverage, leaning out of Kostek‘s plow, combines the shocking left across Camille‘s trunkline, barely a legal shot, shifts her weight, SOCKS THE NEXT DARN RIGHT HAND TO JUG! Kostek‘s open-mouthed – wisely shifts to back-pedals, earmuffed slide-outs.

Heavy, ham-fisted jug shocks have Kostek demoralized a bit – she‘s speeding up her legs, pivots.

Upton‘s in no rush here – she‘s content to shell a heavy left jab from her gun platform stance, trying to set up her girl for further right hands to inspect Camille‘s gut, heart, chin, everything. Kostek makes a good job of keeping her back and butt well off the corners, ropes – she‘s rangy, elusive for Upton throughout second, third min, taking shots to her guard/shoulders only. Down the stretch, Kate‘s still driving one thru her defenses late, HARD – splash right to ear, splash left to mouth, splash right to jug! Cam rocked, overwhelmed, trying to bob forward into a clinch – Kate‘s lusty palms/bumps to her shoulders deny it, just shoving her back on faltered legs, knees a-buckling!

At bell – the ref‘s rushing in between the girls, weary of late mayhem, but girls are pretty calm, controlled right now: “Yeah, save her butt, ref,“ Kate blurts out, hands on ample hips. “She‘s so small – she needs your help!“

R4: Look who's here - it's Amanda Righetti! First time Amanda‘s showed up inside Camille‘s corner during the break tonight, breaking down things, calming her, exuding plenty of confidence: “You ain‘t gonna pancake Kate, just roll her over on her back – it‘s about fast jabs, rhythms, activity,“ redhead says. “Keep her legs, guard busy, and start to numb the legs – you always gotta stay in control of the pace, rhythm, Cam, and fight your fight!“

And smart girl Kostek? Goes to work – just as Righetti‘s set it out for her.

Kate‘s sloshing big, TASTY haymakers, overhand right hands, trying to stymie Kostek‘s leggy jab advances – Camille‘s all tight, compact, hoping to bob n‘ weave inside Upton‘s sloppy, violent shots, cuffing blonde‘s gutline via short hooks once she‘s there, or step her jab oomph to blonde rack.

Faster rhythms, upbeat pace, Kostek – she‘s advancing in spots, negotiating well for favoured positions mid-ring, turning Upton‘s heavy right flank, opening up short, snarling spank there. Camille‘s still in the danger zone – witness her head dipping left, right, looooooow, as Kate‘s pedalling backward, digging the left heel in, PUMPING the massive, sloshing left hand straights/uppercuts off front leg. Upton‘s not yet hurt, rocked – just showing a more sullen, frowning look, hopping out to re-group, occasionally stooping forward on the spot, as Cam‘s athletic fists clobber left, right at her ears/head.

At the minute mark, girls take a pivot towards a neutral corner – fast, pacy shots set the rhythm (Camille‘s jabs, hooks), as Kate‘s looking to blow the doors off pretty blonde via fearsome one-shot power all the way from her hips in trademark cocky fashion. Short left hand, Kate – misses. Hard, driving righty haymaker, Kate – missing. Bob, weave, step, Kostek – short, curly left hand to Upton‘s teeth/mouth, chup! First shot Kate‘s felt in a while, as back leg skids off canvas, sits down all wrong – she‘s in a dizzy spell! Kostek rushing it, instead of letting her fists speak – proud blonde wants to humble another proud blonde, reaching under arms, bull-rushing a totttering Upton to ropes, only then stuffing short, huge left/right hands to paunch/jugs, paunch/jugs, jugs.
Kate‘s eyes pretty much jolt to fire after these looting jug shots – suddenly, her thighs firm up, her torso duly erects, and it‘s more, more, MORE resistance body to body! Kostek a-groaning, a-grunting, as Kate‘s suddenly pushing back, reaching under *her* arms – takin‘ a sweaty, greedy Cam back to mid-ring for ref‘s break.

Mid-round, and final minute – Camille‘s working, advancing, using leggy, erupting jabs to dictate pace, but Kate‘s safe, no longer in danger. Big blonde works the ropes, taking a grab behind Kostek‘s head left – PULLING the smaller blonde into a grasp just like that. Kostek duly shufflin‘ around, shiftin‘ back, trying to hold her own against the biggest blonde in town, and succeeding pretty well – she does a nice show of a hip wiggle, stuffing left hands, right hands to Kate‘s jug swagger when she leans back, wriggling her arms free for ref‘s breaks.

Upton‘s riding things out, staying patient for a counter here and there, clinches – know she‘ll have to cough up the points this round.

R5: Similar set-ups, as girls wade eagerly into the fifth – Kostek‘s the more active, mobile blonde, organizing behind a chip and poke jab, her right foot back, heel off the canvas, dipping left, right, weaving her left hands into Upton‘s face, rack. Upton‘s stances remain much more stationary, awaiting Kostek on the ropes or on the spot: she‘ll twist a hip or a shoulder left or right here, looking to plow Camille‘s gut/trunks via right hands, still trusting one-shot shocks to manage Kostek tonight. Cam rollin‘, workin‘ – her lats, muscles glisten with sweat, as blonde‘s chipping shots left, right, left, wicking away at Kate‘s big blonde bulwark! That scoffing, taunting grin never leaving Upton‘s face – she‘s taking little slide-steps, but usually riding the attack shots out here n‘ there, only occasionally going to earmuff, V guard, at most grabbing out around Kostek‘s neck/shoulder to swarm, swamp her to opposite ropes.

Second minute, late – girls have settled into set-up routines, as Kostek‘s a-workin‘ it, and Upton absorbs, staying patient, doing lil‘ feints, motions via the right hand, not finding spots to trigger the actual shot.

Sudden surge in pace, rhythm, Camille!

Jabs doubled, tripled – guard‘s high, palms out, setting left hands chippy, fast to Kate‘s cheeks, as Upton‘s guard‘s sluggish, arrogant. Kate driven back, sets heels to dig in – right hand off her lap! Heavy, massive shot‘s ducked by Kostek, weaving in thru the middle – right hand slants down to Kate‘s jug/breadbasket! Kate groans, curves up on the spot, dropping elbows to protect jugs, tummy – short left to right ear, straightening right hand rifle to chin! KATE‘S STUNG, her torso tilts rightward, as she‘s still trying to load up on a big righty, further destabilizing her stance – short jab chips to mouth! Big blonde‘s knees take a buckle, while legs go into jitter – as one side of her‘s already tumbling toward cables, her arms still stretch out to shove her tormentress off! Kostek weaves right, drops the left hand to Upton‘s stomach pit, rises fast, abruptly, and – BLASTS IT TO KATE‘S EAR!
Upton caught a jackhammer – BLONDE GIRL DOWN!

Kate pitches forward, as jugs, torso slosh toward the canvas – hits the ground on all fours, suddenly a whiny, blubbering beauty! Upton‘s hurt to the body – she fights a step forward, hugging tummy, her whole frame trembling, slowly stabilizing, just trying to crawl forward. Kostek‘s prancing around near her prey, as ref‘s trying to push upbeat blonde off, off, off – Cam‘s smirks, grins, points down at hurt Kate, and shimmying those lovely beach model hips in trademark #NeverNotDancing moment!

Kate‘s tuff as nails – she‘s trying to beat the count in stages. She‘s got a knee up at “four“, makes it up at “six“, not showing any panic or haze – mitts get batted, a dizzy smile for the ref, and she‘s good to go!

It‘s a long final minute for Upton – brave, sullen defense, as big blonde‘s setting up on ropes, taking her long arms around Kostek‘s neck/head, bogging her down in limbs, dropping her weighty arms on athletic blonde shoulders oomph, making her take the heft, testing but never exceeding the ref‘s patience for these tactics.

Righetti‘s showing up at ringside, shouting to Kostek to “work the biceps, work the lats, girl“ – and Cam duly sets up at Kate‘s left shoulder, dipping, rolling like a maniac, clubbing her shots to weaken blonde‘s biceps, lats, flanks right until the bell! Upton‘s knees showing the occasional buckle, tremble – Upton‘s bulwark‘s bombarded, but she holds the fort!

Lookout corner‘s not particularly happy about Kate‘s optimistic grin, as she takes a slouch onto her stool, ready for thigh, rib massages – “I‘ve got this, coach“ is all Kate‘s got to say.

R6: Big blonde under siege – Camille‘s choo-choo power rhythm‘s taking over from bell.

Athletic, mobile work from Kostek early first minute – she‘s stepping into Kate, peppering guard/head via a steady drill of lefts, rights (jabs, straights), switching things up (fast, rhythmic stuff up top, and short, slanted shots to tummy, trunks). Kate‘s oddly passive, absorbing shellack, not moving her legs around the ring properly, finding it difficult to set her feet/hips just right and trigger the darn right hand – she‘s retreating, attempting to dig her heels into the canvas, yet giving up ground constantly! Don‘t count out Kate out – she‘s a sturdy big girl, soaking up the shots in that trademark tuff, impressive fashion. A bytch-face‘s on Kate‘s pretty features all round long, plus frowns and a pout here n‘ there – it‘s Kostek who‘s a-workin‘, a-rollin‘, but you can‘t be sure how much she‘s actually hurting Kate here.

Mid-round, at ropes – Kate‘s hunkering down on the spot, leaning into the cables big-girl, as Kostek steps-to, rips a short left, right combo across her lats, rises, clubs the ears and forehead – Upton erects late, as Kostek‘s gassed, stops punchin‘ for a moment, swarming her into a clinch, taking the smaller blonde back inch by inch, bulling forward with grim determination.

Off the ref‘s break – Upton more vicious, trying to slug ‘em back, stopping Kostek‘s leggy approaches, trying to pour long, hard, MEAN right hands to jugs/midsection, as heavy, hefty power‘s back on display, limiting Cam‘s options.

Final minute – Kostek‘s powered herself out just a bit. Don‘t call it a comeback, but Kate‘s hitting a brick here n‘ there – short shrug uppercuts to biceps/jug, plowing right hands to stomach with plenty of shoulder/hip behind ‘em. Shifts don‘t happen in sudden, brisk fashion – but shot by shot, Kate‘s brawn‘s getting things done, slowing down Kostek‘s happy, poking attacks into more gruesome clinches, toe-to-toe set-ups where Camille‘s getting grinded, jostled a bit!

Round‘s a close call – Kate might have snuck past Kostek on the jurors‘ cards despite crazy activity by Camille early, and Kate‘s windblown legs. Kostek‘s upbeat – highly motivated despite a ruffled look, and a cut here n‘ there.

R7: Forget about last round‘s surge of sorts – Kate‘s back grumpy, bytchy, lamenting.

Cam‘s upbeat, workin‘ with vigour, rhythm early – double, triple jabs on approach, set up from the crouch, and short, KISSING right hands off Upton‘s jaw, cheeks. Upton‘s strong, meaty legs putting up a fight – she‘s taking clobbers on the spot, mitts curled around ears, taking a hunker, humping up, as weakened knees/thighs bend, yet won‘t snap. Cam so tight, so compact, trying to stay small, mobile: sturdy shoulders roll, rotate into shots, spanking short, vicious pounds off Kate‘s jugs/flanks/lats/biceps – really popping the hips left/right, dipping the shoulders up/down to keep a steady fist inside Upton‘s proud flesh!

Kate‘s in bad shape at the bell, but she‘s oddly upbeat, grinning, trying to shrug everything off – pretty, angelic blonde‘s all roughed up, as hair‘s disheveled, tummy pink-ish, her lips showing signs of swells, cuts.

R8: Right off the bell, Kate‘s immediately a-slinking towards ropes, feigning a broken wing, duly baiting Kostek into hard, stepping attacks – Upton issues the stubby check jab to Camille‘s teeth from the back foot! Kostek startled, if just for a nanosecond, pausin‘ her work – KATE TRIGGERS THE RIGHT HAND!

Head-swivel, Camille, as flush, tasty right hand scrubs off mouth, chin, rolling her eyes back and unhinging head, torso into loose-limbed lolls, rolls – blonde girl takes a hard pirouette right, still tries to right herself! Right leg slumps jello – hard pirouette left, as Kostek‘s trying to pitch out for ropes, missing her grip, faltering – TUMBLING! Camille‘s taking a seat on her back! Hot blonde‘s startled, as elbows prop her up – delayed impact of Kate‘s shocking, numbing chin check‘s almost sending her out to sleep immediately! Upton‘s pretty subdued, nonchalant – she props up on ropes, arms cockily placed at either side, resting – she‘s grinning from ear to ear, watching Camille struggle, hurt!

Blonde‘s eyes look glazed, as lashes flutter (clickety, clack!), her eyes hectically attempting to locate the ref. Kostek gets going, rolls over to her side at “2“, sets up on right knee at “4“, and pulls herself up at the ropes, as strength‘s returning to her fit, toned legs, thighs – the rickety trembles finally start to die down, as Camille‘s up on her two feet at “8“. A little sway‘s there in strong blonde torso, as eyes still shimmer – but pleading glances from her deep, blue eyes to ref seal the deal, and she‘s let back into the action!

Ringside – Righetti‘s shaking her head, sighing, as Upton‘s stormed back late, just like she did against her nemesis Big Red last month out. “Ride it out, Cam – ride it out!“, she shouts fiercely – there‘s not much more to say, because Kate‘s already hopping back in, suddenly a rushing, effervescent, pacing beauty on a mission!

It‘s been a while since we‘ve seen classic Kate tonight, but she‘s back here now – stiff, rigid lefts paw, locate, time, set up Camille for hurt, as RIGHTIES POUR IN HARD N‘ HEAVY! Camille‘s eyes shiny with moist hurt, as fight‘s stolen right from under hot blonde‘s legs – Kate‘s grazin‘ her! Left sidearm belts to lips, mouth, followed by palms-down smite to paunch/jugs – Kostek getting stacked up, processed, suddenly tender, as legs and buttocks buzz like crazy! Kate stepping close, as Camille‘s eyes close in pain, while head‘s tossed side to side – short, shrug left or right hand crosses belt, clobber to jaw, as Upton‘s blasting chin-checks!

A clinch at last!

Kostek‘s folding off the ropes, pawing her mitts mindlessly around Kate‘s ample breasts, hips, grabbing around her girl and pressing forward/down – Upton‘s furious, trying to pull down Cam‘s head, getting violent to ragdoll Kostek out of grasp, as she just wants to keep hittin‘ her. Ref breaking girls up fast, but never fast enough for greedy, protesting Kate – her jugs slosh up and down all pretty, as she‘s stepping to, swinging wildly left, right for Kostek‘s head. Camille‘s hunkering – mitts around ears, as meaty thighs shudder, quiver, HOLD.

After bell, during break – Righetti turns mental coach with Camille: “This was Kate‘s moment – it was always going to happen. But, Cam – it‘s all she‘s got, and it‘s already past. And you‘re here – a little hurt, but you‘re here. Your legs work, you can punch back, you‘re strong – time to sturdy up, resist. This is the moment where Kate conquers girls – but not you! This is where your fighter‘s heart comes in – and trust me it will shock her. Time to send *her* to sleep, Cam!“

R9: Girls are dull, fatigued, their strong, meaty blonde legs tired out, languid – the action‘s frustrating, slow for long stretches of 9! Kostek‘s setting her hips, legs with little aches, groans – eyes shut tight when she‘s wrapped around Upton‘s frame in tight, sweaty clinches, her body so sturdy, strong against Kate‘s bigger torso.

Upton‘s the active, hungry fighter – still initating trades, slug-outs, trying to slam short-contact left, right hands to opposite blonde‘s jugs/trunkline, frustrated she can‘t find the off switch to just paste Kostek to sleep! Set-up‘s the same for most of 9: Cam‘s slow, but still trying to dip a shoulder, roll her torso left, right (aches, moans!) – Kate‘s tactics are simple, no fuss, just leaning in on the spot, trying to slam-drive Kostek to ropes, hoping for the golden glory shot.

Camille‘s eyes lighting up just a bit at seeing Kate‘s legs shot, slowed down, too – motivates her for extra head, shoulder bumps, slight aggressions inside clinches, grasps, little jostles against Upton‘s still-fresher frame, fighting on.

Final minute – Kate‘s forced to up her efforts, as Kostek‘s bogged her down in frustrating ways so far.

Fired on by Lookout‘s corner‘s shouts, Kate‘s starting to get leggy, mobile again in spots, turning Kostek‘s flanks, scrubbing nasty, short body hooks off Camille‘s golden tummy, returning the teary moist back to blonde‘s eyes, and bringing a quiver back to blonde‘s tree-trunk thighs! There‘s drive, tempo in Kate‘s surges now – she‘s got Camille staggering around the ring, mitts around ears or placed delicately across her ambushed proud jugs, forced to hunker down helplessly at ropes, corners. Upton‘s set up tight, snug in Kostek‘s rack – adding little shouts to her massive, slamming punches upside Camille‘s arms/biceps/jugs, tearing thru blonde defenses in manic action surge.

Late, girls fall in together right off Kate‘s attack shots – it‘s frustrating Upton, tiring her out a bit, as Kostek‘s sturdy thighs, buttocks hold ground, save her.

At the bell, Kostek‘s just battering ahead on autopilot, tottering back to her corner on weak, stumbling legs. No two ways about it – things start to look pretty grim for hungry, blonde challenger. Righetti‘s still focussed, adamant, though – “Wake up, Cam: you‘re just split on knockdowns, girl. Each of you could be up a round or two, I don‘t know – but you gotta make the scorecards now. A knockdown can get it done for you, right? – hurt her now, and you hurt her for good! Stay clear of the rights, though – I *know* what I‘m talking about, girl.“

R10: Girls no longer able to storm n‘ rush on each other, but these young big girls got some leggy stamina left in the tank all right – there‘s clockwise pivots, left hands pawing their stuff, orderly hops, retreats, flanks being turned.

Left jabs, straights only pumped to locate and measure each other up for more – girls try to wade forward behind brawny, sloshing right hands, splash. Kate‘s hungry, still feeling she‘s got the upper hand now that Kostek‘s early lead‘s been erased – she‘s back at hard, rudimentary power shots. Stiff, upright stance – she belts n‘ swings, with *all* of Kate‘s jugs, hips, shoulder behind ‘em! Kostek buffeted, taking these wild, heavy shots to her guard/elbows, and occasionally to jugs/skull – younger blonde proves sturdy n‘ robust herself, holding canvas, stopping Upton‘s attemps to back her up, as incredible thighs/buttocks resist Kate‘s power, even pushing up off *Upton*‘s shoulders at times.

Around the minute mark, Upton‘s slowly driven Kostek to more ropeside and corner locations, slowing the action down, ensuing more sloppy toe-to-toe slugouts as girls jostle around for position, leverage – long wide right hook off Camille‘s right leg! Kostek SPITTING that shot out in mean, hungry fashion – splashes off Kate‘s sideboob/ribs, just behind clasped left elbow. Big blonde Kate‘s broken out of her orderly stance, wincing in hurt – giving up ground, taking sniveling pivots, as torso‘s stiff, tilting sideward a bit.

Adrenaline, energy reserves flushing Camille, as blue eyes flash up angrily – wide left hand upward Kate‘s right shoulder, wide right hand upside left arm‘s biceps. Kate‘s groaning, setting up her left shoulder towards Kostek, jabbing back as hair‘s disheveled, buttocks ring out in alarm – Camille sets up on planted right leg, hurling a hook across Kate‘s jugs! Upton switching from earmuff to crossed arms, bobs on the spot, leaning her body against cables, looking sheepish, vulnerable – Cam‘s setting up, shifting weight, chupping hooks off Kate‘s jugs, hips left/right, left/right.

Kate‘s legs so sturdy, unrelenting, stubborn like hell – she‘s absorbing shots, hooks, cuffs on the spot, taking pendulum dips, swings, rolls. A short, bull left hand to Kostek‘s ribs, tits stops the onslaught – gets Cam to grunt, groan, stop punching and fall in heavy against Kate‘s frame, torso.

Final minute – girls get sloppy, jostling in the grasp and clinch.

Camille feeling her oats, upbeat about her last-round rush here – and she‘s still hungry in the clinch! A lil‘ shoulder bump here n‘ there, a few tight trunkline shots, a head butt – snarls, shifts, as Kostek‘s gaining the upper hand in physical, grinding action against bigger, heavier Kate, surprising pundits, earning support from the crowd, and proving her mettle, heart and soul against the biggest, baddest blonde in town. Girls stumble, maul right down the stretch, as ref‘s busy with breaks, and girls stay close, tight, tummy on tummy – no more clean, leggy shots, as seconds tick off.

Bell!

Girls return to corners relatively upbeat, highly motivated, high-fiving or hugging their coach, corner teams – both girls happy, ready to accept glory, confident of each other‘s respective triumph. Girls get back at mid-ring, anxiously awaiting results: scorecards come back – a FREAKING TIE!

Ice hotel rules and norms won‘t leave no room for a draw – someone‘s just gotta be evicted from the premises tonight! Girls chat, whisper in conspiration – and the fight will go to overtime, as two extra rounds will be added to determine a winner! The match‘s rightly tied after ten rounds, as girls exchange a knockdown each, and Camille‘s last-round surge evened the tight results on the scorecards late, setting up an exciting overtime. And here we go!

R11: Girls fight an intense, dangerous battle of attrition during first round of overtime – leggy energy‘s all gone, but sturdy stamina, one-shot power‘s still there. A lot of caution, respect during early trades, show-downs: girls weary to spend last energy reserves, as outcome hinges on late surges, heart, a lucky punch. Girls often yards apart, pawing out the distance via rangy, strong jabs to biceps/tits – hoping to stay out of opponent‘s right hand range early.

Around the minute mark, Kostek‘s upping her risk, tempo – despite the damage being evenly distributed throughout, she‘s been the more active, approaching fighter for long stretches of tonight‘s battle!

Short left (jab) sucks to Kate‘s tummy, bunching her up hurt a bit – short right hand (hook) stoops to breadbasket/heart. Upton veering away a little, her hands placed in a loose earmuff, and taking backward hops, steps – Camille snarls, and immediately sets up in a tight, close pursuit. Slow motion re-plays reminiscent of so many scenes tonight: Kate‘s being big n‘ brawny, laying back on the cables or digging in right on the spot, her arms crossed at breasts/mouth, stepping from one foot to the other, and back – Camille going low in her lil‘ bends, dips, rotating her muscular shoulders left and right, chugging fast, rhythmic shots across Kate‘s hunkered frame, body.

Mid-round – Kostek‘s resilient, staying on top.

Upton‘s trying to wrest back the initiative, loading up on those right hand haymakers, setting up shots from lap, hips, her eyes a-blazing, as she‘s back-pedalling against Camille‘s strong, poking FACE JABS! Cam determined, pre-empting Kate via the stiff-arm left jab, taking her poke all smug to Upton‘s pretty cheeks, as Upton‘s trying to slosh her way forward again – and a driving little jab off Kostek‘s left foot brings disorder to Upton‘s strong, proud legs! Kate totters left, right, left, trying to find her feet, groaning – Camille‘s rushing close, dipping her torso left, CLACKING a right hook off Kate‘s cheek/ear! Upton‘s back leans on the top cable hurt by the shot, trying to drape one (left) arm around Kostek‘s neck, head, just go pull her into the embrace – Cam‘s pushy, wiggling her hips, stuffing a short shrug right uppercut to Kate‘s jugs, just as girls fall in for ref‘s break.

Down the stretch – Camille‘s stacking Kate up at the ropes!

More jabs pre-empt Kate now, sprawl her out, as big, sturdy frame‘s stiff, hurt. Kostek‘s eyes show the hunger, fire, motivation – she‘s mounting knockout bids here! Camille‘s left hand rioting inside Kate‘s jugs, left and right – hup, hup, and again, hup, hup! Upton‘s eyes sleepy, tilting left, right at the bell, set upright, stiff again and again by Kostek‘s brawny shoves, pushes. Heartbreak for Kostek – Kate‘s knees buckle, buckle dangerously, but big blonde always rights herself, steps out, leans in, ties up heavy.

Bell – Kate‘s still there, but hurt shabby!

Time for final round pep talks. Righetti‘s calm, but excited, hungry to witness Camille‘s future glory moments, but warning Kostek sternly, too: “Kate‘s still out there – it‘s not over, girl. She‘s going to try everything, and you gotta be prepared – no knockout rush, Cammy! Work it smart, swarm her, tie *her* up – you gotta be active. You‘ve dominated her in 11 - now be clever and secure an ugly decision win, girl, if you have to!“

Lookout corner‘s talk‘s short, peppy, effective – “That right haymaker from 8 that pretty much broke her heart? I want it to see it again, Kate! C‘mon – break her freaking heart, girl!“

R12: Kate‘s grim, scowling – knows Kostek‘s fierce, hungry attacks last round put her in a spell.

Girls pitch into last reserves, hop to mid-ring, blast out opening trades – short jabs to jugs, tummy, right hands, right hands beltin‘, swingin‘ at cheeks, jawlines. Girls pretty tired out, hurt on shabby, glorious legs – shots slosh n‘ swing hard, just no longer finding that picture perfect spin of power, precision, luck. Girls smother each other‘s punches, setting up close, physical – just lots of pawing arms, shoulder/torso bumps, head butts, as mitts push, push, push.

Around the minute mark, Kostek‘s working according to plan.

The jab‘s still there, negotiating range, tempo for her mid-ring, allowing her to turn Kate‘s flanks, push off her shoulders to steer the blonde away, slam righties to her biceps/guard. Upton‘s in that familiar hunker stance – big, tall, brawny, takin‘ more than she‘s givin‘ in receipt. Cam‘s athletic, setting up lil‘ sieges of Upton at ropes, turnbuckles – a tight, compact stance, as arms push off Kate‘s frame/shoulders, clobber her upright, stoop short left, right hands to tummy, jug, lats. Kate‘s starting to get numbed here, but make no mistake – she‘s an alert, wide-eyed beauty, tired but full of fighting instincts and that big-thighed stamina. Upton diggin‘, rollin‘ on the ropes in trademark big, sturdy fashion – trying to fit back CUTE, hard counters as she‘s shipping Kostek‘s jug-busting right hands.

Ringside – Righetti‘s concerned. Kostek‘s too active, effervescent for her taste!

Upton slides rightward alongside the apron, presenting her left flank, shoulder to Camille‘s pursuit, trying to stab the long, left-hand jab upward Kostek‘s eyebrows, forehead, as blonde‘s taking dips, steps – Cam‘s ferocious, belting thick, LUSTY shots across Kate‘s inviting back/flank/lats, staying low, tight.

Mid-round – clinches, reversals.

Kate‘s being clever, chipping little jabs, short hooks off the ropes, as the athletic, hungry Kostek‘s besieging her – no clean, hard shots (and no right hand hammers), but so late in the battle, things add up. Cam greedy, trying to stack up, process her girl – short, rolling counters start to clip to her chin, eyebrows! Upron‘s waiting for first sign of a lil‘ stagger, tilt in Kostek‘s firm, motivated stance, legs – AND THERE IT IS! A short, cute chip-jab scores to Camille‘s chin – slight curl, pout on Kostek‘s full lips. Upton steps out, draping her arms around Kostek‘s fit shoulders, bearing down, taking weight/mass on sturdy foe – Cam groans, grabbing back around Kate‘s hips, too, trying to resist her. Girls totter, stumble, clinch, and reverse – Kate‘s on top!

Kostek‘s a little staggered, forming earmuff, shifting from left to right foot, and back: Kate dips, stoops – hooks to Camille‘s gut/trunkline! Shift of weight, Kate – SWIPING right uppercut off the back foot cooks up Kostek‘s chin! Camille‘s firm muscles, frame relax just ever so slighty – Kates snuggles up, sets up right inside the rack! Quick side-to-side dips, bends – short, RIPPING shots to Kostek‘s proud jugs. Camille‘s in friggin‘ disbelief, all pouty and indignant – how come Kate‘s looting her jugs all of a sudden?! Cam‘s torso‘s lolling, relaxing bit by bit, her torso hunching further, as earmuff arms sink to lap, jugs to protect, as half her torso‘s slumped backward onto the cables – short right to jugs, short left to jugs, short right to jugs, as Kate‘s baring fangs, rippin‘, diggin‘, chuggin‘.

AND CAMILLE TAKES THE FREAKING KNEE!

Kostek groans, slowly relaxing, slumping down right in front of a pumpin‘, workin‘ Kate – she eases herself to right knee, all panting, sniveling, and swaying left/right on the spot! Kate POUNDS that left arm into the air, shouting “yes, bytch!“ – she leans into the turnbuckle, still trying to press n‘ push poor Kostek further into the ground – the ref jostles inside immediately, bulling Kate off with shouts, pushes!

Camille hugs her tummy – one foot‘s down, right knee‘s on canvas, as tears well up in pretty blue eyes. She stabilizes, now that Kate‘s fists no longer pound and ruin her jugs – muscles firm up, as rickety legs erect, rise stiff, upright. Kostek still sturdy, strong – she beats the count at “5“!

Final minute action – this battle‘s done!

Kated tired, but HUNGRY, determined – a short jab rips to Kostek‘s jugs, peddling her back into earmuff immediately. Upton rushing in, smothering her broken blonde – tying up sheepishly around her hips/shoulders, pushing forward, breaking up on ref‘s orders. And again. And again.

Such a heartbroken look in Camille‘s icy, pretty blue eyes – Kate Upton hasn‘t taken her soul (or her legs), but Kostek‘s SO hurt, SO shabby, SO tired, just too pasted to mount another serious knockout challenge, only tying up grimly, sadly around Upton‘s flanks/arms, still bulling forward, fighting for every inch of canvas. Kostek‘s energy fades late, as her eyes dim into bitter resignation – Kate holds the fort, ties up, ties up, ties up, embraces Camille to tick final seconds off.

Bell!

Girls totter back to mid-ring on tired, worn out legs, await the inevitable results after tiebreak knockdown late: a UD12 – and she‘s STILL Queen of the Ice Hotel, Kate Upton!

After: The first (and surely not the last) battle of beach blondes between Kate Upton and Camille Kostek‘s an instant classic, as girl give all, take all in this battle – and after Big Red Righetti last month, it‘s ANOTHER triumph for Kate against Bonzo‘s hard girls! Kostek‘s been brave, self-assertive before the fight – but she‘s taken her swagger to the ring, too! There‘s no doubt Camille‘s ready to become a title contender at welter this year – and despite this heartbreaking overtime loss to Upton, the lengths it took Kate to beat her will make her even more dangerous and feared as the welter tourney‘s progressing later this year.

Time for the Ice Hotel‘s ceremonial niceties:

Chandelier lights go out on Kate‘s quick command – darkness, confusion, soft murmurs! The lights come back with a flicker – the ring‘s suddenly surrouned by around fifteen beauties who‘ve silently entered the ballroom through hidden doors. They‘re a dazzling vision of beauty – tall, anonymous models, all blonde-haired, rosy-cheeked, sporting innocuous smiles, and clad like snow bunnies (long, loose, cape-y white fur coats draped across snow-white fur bikinis, pitch-black mukluks, black fur beanies). Kostek‘s eyes go wide, betraying a haze of panic – “No way, Kate!“

“Girls – on my command,“ Kate grins. “Let‘s go – I hear it‘s pretty cozy outside, right, babes?“

Hustle and bustle inside Camille‘s corner – where‘s Amanda? The snow bunnies move in at once at Kate‘s word, reaching at each other‘s hands, forming a tight, insurmountable cocoon around the Bonzo‘s corner, and trapping Amanda, Kira Kosarin well inside! A second group enters the ring, closing in on poor Camille – “Girls, it‘s time to evict the lovely Miss Kostek from the premises,“ Kate commands. And her snow bunny batallion‘s ready to march!

Cut – we‘re now outside the Ice Hotel, as Kate‘s leading her girls down the hotel‘s drive way, covered by snow, ice.

Kostek‘s trapped in a flurry of Upton‘s army of bunny flunkies – she gets the occasional, jog, nudge, jostle whenever she‘s lost a step or two. Her attitude? Miserable. Her outfit? Not winterproof. The bunnies eventually lead Camille to a small slope covered in snow, always making sure to secure the struggling, protesting blonde, waving Kate right in when the queen‘s ready – Camille‘s gently pushed to her hands and knees, still only bikini-clad, starting to shiver, tremble in the cold, icy Alaskan air. And there‘s Kate the Queen a-stridin‘ into the action, her long winter coattails waving behind her – her bunnies hold down Kostek‘s squirming arms and hips, as Kate‘s ready to go down at last – “Thanks, I got this, girls!“, she smiles.

Kate descends slowly, carefully positioning her body over Camille‘s frame, finally engulfing the beaten Kostek in a powerful jug smother, wrapping her arms up tight n‘ snug over the blonde‘s head, smiling, as Camille‘s hips thrust against her own, trying to buckle, dislodge her foe, as muffled shouts/whispers/grunts quietly soak through the smother, and Camille‘s arms clap ever weaklier at Kate‘s ribs, her broad, white back, just not budging an inch. Kostek‘s strong, struggling valiently: her hip thrusts fade slowly over time, as shouts, protests grow disheartened, all deprived of her breath, power and energy after a long, exhausting battle against the biggest, baddest of all blondes in town.

After a while, Camille‘s just limp and helpless, and Kate‘s got enough, feeling Kostek‘s resistance swoon below her – she erects back up, staring down triumphantly at a half-groggy, pouting Cam curving up in the snow in little shivers of cold. She‘s not broken Kostek‘s spirit in the ring, but she‘s used up *all* of her now!

Nearby – Amanda Righetti‘s sucker-punched one of the bunnies, straddling another one with her knee, her fist yanking in another‘s hair, as she‘s trying to fight and crawl towards Camille! But there‘s snow bunny resupply – two girls jump Righetti from behind, taking her into the snow, where she‘s still valiantly struggling to free, kick the girls off, get to Kostek. Another spot nearby – Kira Kosarin‘s straddled by three solid bunnies, one planted across her face, another one atop her squirming legs, another one securing her right arm.

“Let‘s get back to the fire!“, Kate commands, seeing Righetti break through the bunny fence at last.

As if summoned, her army of snow bunnies stop fighting immediately, marching back into the hotel at their queen Kate‘s side, finally leaving Righetti and Kosarin free to help up the battered, wide-eyed, shivering Camille. The ice hotel‘s heavy doors close with a bang, leaving the trio of fighters to head fast for Bonzo‘s heated limo, driving off.

Back inside the Ice Hotel, Kate‘s settled down for a short post-fight interview, placed by the crackling fireside in a deep, cosy armchair, offering a candid look back on the fight - Kate‘s settled down for a short post-fight interview, as tempers have calmed:

“I‘m wasted, guys – wasted, but happy! It felt like I was fighting a young, blonde Righetti in there! I don‘t say this a lot about my opponents, especially after I‘ve vanquished them, but I will be honest – I was *this* close to givin‘ up, man“, she gestures. “Cam‘s a handful – no doubt. That being said – I kinda feel like this was her best shot at me, you know? Our first fight, and she came out guns blazing, and it took me twelve rounds until her jugs quit, but still – they quit! I don‘t think there‘s more Cammy can offer me in the ring, if you know what I mean? This was her shot at glory – and she‘s failed. Even though she‘s probably put up more of a fight against me except, maybe, two or three girls in the past. I know what‘s she‘s got now – I accept she‘s good, but I can work and adjust now, and trust me – she‘ll still be a threat next time out, but she‘s going to get stopped *a lot* sooner. And there‘s no doubt she *will* be stopped by me each and every time, guys!“