Kate Upton vs Hannah Ferguson (Welterweight Title) (Sauna)
Jun 26, 2021 4:08:12 GMT -6
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Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jun 26, 2021 4:08:12 GMT -6
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Lookout & Caspian)
Kate Upton vs Hannah Ferguson (Welterweight Title) (Sauna Bout)
Kate:
(29, 5’10, 90:26 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
Hannah:
(27, 5’10, 130, 53:13 FCBA, VIXENs)
BEFORE:
April 28, 2017.
Four long years ago when Kate Upton finally tried to claim what she felt was rightfully hers and truthfully, she doesn’t get denied very often. The world of modeling is definitely a varied and diverse world, but throughout the world of modeling tours, backstage and numerous photo shoots, models certainly get to know each other. Throughout this time, you have the opportunity to form lifelong friendships or in many cases, rivalries. Kate and Hannah had certainly circled one another in the world of Sports Illustrated, making names and indeed taking names. In their case, it certainly wasn’t going to be the best of friends.
On this fateful day, Kate went after Hannah in a shower room at a private sauna, looking to take her pride and breathe away. Instead, Kate ended up being smothered out and discarded on the floor of the sauna in a humiliating display that has left Kate seething to this day. It’s never been forgotten, even though Kate has managed to defeat Hannah multiple times since then. During one of their fights, she has even managed to deny Ferguson an opportunity at the welterweight title and taken the JMDD title away from her.
Both of them have certainly had their own success, becoming some of the most accomplished JMDD fighters not to mention welterweights in the entire FCBA. In fact, this past year has seen them achieve some of their greatest moments, with Kate emerging triumphant in a brutal Best of 7 over rival Taylor Swift to declare herself the Alpha Blonde of the FCBA. That’s not a title that Hannah wants to let her maintain unchallenged as Hannah just recently emerged triumphant in an intense Best of 7 series of her own with mutual rival Tahnee Atkinson. Both of them have proven to be the pinnacle of their careers, but both of them are very excited to bring each other down low today.
“Kate has proven to be not just the dumb blonde I thought she was when I first smothered her out here. She thought she could walk in, smother me out and take what she wants. She usually does from what I’ve heard and I’ve experienced that in the ring. She is an absolute b*tch when she wins, but that day, I put a stop to her doing whatever she pleases. Kate will never, ever forget what it was like to get smothered out, sweaty and helpless, underneath a better blonde and end up discarded like a used-up bimbo on the floor.” as Hannah smirks, hands on her hips, “That’s exactly what’s going to happen again today. Her body is going to be mine, her breath is going to be mine, her welterweight title is going to be mine and her pride is going to be mine. I’m taking it all today and I’m going to leave her right where she belongs, like used-up trash on the floor.”
Kate smirks, licking her lips, “Apparently Hannah is a little dehydrated already if she’s talking sh*t like that. Hannah doesn’t have what it takes to keep up with me in the sauna. A few years back, I’ll admit, she caught me off guard and yes, I haven’t forgotten what happened. It’s pretty rare that I get smothered out, but today is not going to be that day. Today is not going to be her day. Hannah has had the JMDD title and the welterweight title, but not from me. I’ve done MY part to keep her from getting gold, from getting cocky and from ever thinking she is an alpha blonde. We all know Hannah is a beta blonde and today, I’m going to prove it again. She is going to wind up sucking on my tits like the weak little b*tch she is and when she’s curled up, sobbing on the floor, she’ll remember why I’m the Queen.”
Obviously, no love lost between the two of them and clearly a lot of hatred shared instead. But, tonight, they will also be sharing the confines of a private sauna. Thankfully, it’s much larger than your typical sauna and is an expansive sauna. It’s a large rectangular room, with benches alongside three walls for the rich, exclusive clients to sit and steam while relaxing. Along the last wall was a suite of shower stalls, which were intended for single use. They looked modern and sleek, but angular to ensure that the sweat of the sauna could be washed off from every angle, with numerous jets available. And in one corner, there is a hot tub for those who want to wash off and soak within the sauna. But, today, in the middle of the sauna, FCBA staff came in early to assemble a ring for the two fighters to begin their battle in, though few believe the fight will remain within the rig for the duration of the contest.
The steam is rising, from the sauna, the undeniable beauty of both competitors and the sheer enmity between them, but through the fog emerges a glistening but gorgeous Hannah Ferguson, clad in a tight light pink bikini with matching gloves and a matching pair of gloves, blonde hair in a tight fighting ponytail. Kate Upton saunters through the steam seconds later, a glowing and glorious vision in a golden bikini which hugs her body, with the welterweight title wrapped around her waist and hair in a very tight ponytail of her own. Locking eyes with one another, the welterweight title is handed off to the referee, who will step outside of the sauna and monitor it on closed circuit TV outside as nothing will be able to separate the two of them today anyway. The referee stays in long enough, taking deep breaths in the humid sauna as he reads the rules and riot act to both fighters as they are cheating up to one another. Heavy, slick cleavage shoving against one another, breasts mushrooming against each other as they try to bully each other back, snarling and taunting relentlessly as they ignore the referee - focused on one another. Having done their part, the referee steps outside and rings the bell before he locks the door to the sauna. Neither of them will be leaving the sauna until one of them is triumphant and now, the war begins...
ROUND 1:
Brutal action erupts right out of the gate as the champ comes out SWINGIN’, Upton hoping to surprise Ferguson early enough to put down her challenge in its infancy. Hannah forced to fend off several big attacks sent her away, dodging and weaving with focus as she narrowly avoids another overhand and a follow-up uppercut. Still, she can’t avoid Upton’s advances forever. Upton barrels into Ferguson out of sheer tenacity, forcing the first full-on body-on-body contact along the ropes as the two fighters get to wrasslin' for dominance! Upton growling with malice as the hot and heavy conditions of the sauna already mean their bodies are covered in sweat and chests already heaving hard. And we're just in the first round! Upton bodying Ferguson up on the ropes and sinking her fists into her body whenever possible. But Hannah's also doing a good job of keeping the hated blonde nemesis close to her, using her early strength to impose her own frame on the hefty champion and blast her back to the face. End of the first round, however, sees Kate accumulating most of the points overall, giving her the wide lead to kick off this war in a sauna.
ROUND 2:
Ferguson is fighting smart though, as she continues to avoid Upton early in this fight, skirting around the lumbering blonde and only throwing counterattacks to her face and body when the opening is wide open and clear. Upton needs to conserve her energy if she wants to go the distance, but she's still taking rabid swings at Hannah's direction, hoping to land a knockout blow to humiliate her rival. Ferguson not biting, however, makes Upton pay with sharper strikes, bunching up the cheek and nose in the interim, blasting another across her face before scooting out of the way of one of Kate's counters. Upton can only be heard growling as she takes another one-two combo straight to the lips, with Hannah then delivering a tight right hook to her tummy, which bowls her over with a grunt. The challenger takes the second round due to her street-smarts and guile, but her success simply makes Kate more incensed at the bell.
ROUND 3:
Girls engage in another free-for-all when Kate manages to catch Hannah on the face with an early jab and hook combo, which dazes the Vixen momentarily. Hannah is still employing her fight-and-flight response, trying to get away fast, but gets tangled up on the ropes again as Kate uses her bulk to press herself in, bunch up that trembling belly of Hannah’s with an uppercut or two drilleds in, before getting smothered in turn when Hannah rotates them around, snarling with rage. All this time, the effects of the sauna are showing on both their bodies, their chests heaving with exertion as the humid air means there's even less oxygen to thrive on. Hannah takes advantage of this, adding insult to injury by punting close-ranged shots into Kate's jugs, burying glove after glove into her boobs in JMDD action. Kate squeals, thrashing about on the ropes, trying to break free of the trap she designed herself, as Hannah thrusts an elbow midway into her throat before rocking her hard across the face. Finally, the two women break apart out of sheer exhaustion, still taking wild swings at each other, and Upton in particular looks hungry and enraged, wanting payback.
ROUND 4:
Well, it’s worst news for the champ, who gets socked clean to the face early in the fourth when Kate tries to nail Hannah with an overhand right, gets her cheek bunched up instead from one of Hannah’s hooks that carries her off to the ropes in shock. Big girl Upton hanging on with her lips wide open, as she bashes another swing off Hannah’s arms, but then EATS a nasty uppercut right to the base of her jawline, which further disorientates her into the ropes! Hannah being methodical here, keeping clear of Upton’s swings whilst punting her head back and forth, left and right with fast combos, going after her proud body and jugs next, just for the fun of it, as the blonde challenger sinks another belly pumpkin’ shot into the midsection. Upton still shrieking with rage as she tries repeatedly to clinch up and return the favour, but her lunges at Hannah are a bit reminiscent of a bull thrashing about in a china shop or Ronda Rousey in her iconic fight against Holly Holm, repeatedly flinging herself forward but unable to get a hold of her target to hurt her. Only this time, Hannah’s landing damaging shots all over her frame whenever Upton falls back into the ropes, and the round ends with another blast to Upton’s chin, which ALMOST sends the big girl sprawling downwards and onto her side! Could this be an early KNOCKDOWN for Ferguson??
NO! Upton rocked and on her way down indeed, but curiously enough, also falling through the cracks of the ropes before landing on her feet on the outside apron, her legs wobbling but she’s still very much alive Hannah looks on in disbelief, a little alarmed and gesturing to the CCTV cameras as if to ask what the f*ck just happened, and is just a move allowed? The Vixens forgets that this here’s a falls-count-anywhere match, which means as long as Kate’s still on her feet by the end of each round, the fight continues!
Growling to herself at being denied a potential knockdown, Hannah has no choice but to chase after her wiley prey. Upton’s already seen backing away outside the ring and into the wide open spaces of the sauna, stumbling about but no doubt trying to whittle the time away and deny the challenger a potential upset this early in the fight. Hannah gingerly drops down to her knees before rolling out of the ring to give chase, her long, flowy blonde locks hanging loose over bare breasts as she shouts after her, “WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING??”
Upton headed to one of the rows of low-rise wooden benches, still clutching her head with one hand before deciding to whip around and lunge a punch straight in Hannah’s direction! Girls tangle up immediately, growling in each other’s arms as they shove whatever free fist they find up into their body or breasts, Hannah not at all shocked by the champion’s sudden sneak attack at her, now ready to dish out more of the same in close quarters. Kate’s still partly winded, gets herself driven back to one of the walls of the sauna when a textbook hook bashes into the side of her face. Hannah pressing in slow, shoving the big blonde off, eager to dominate this fight, this early, RAMS another glove into Kate’s chest for emphasis, which makes the so-called alpha blonde gurrrk and gasp.
Meanwhile, the bell to end the fourth can be heard rapidly ringing throughout the heat of the sauna, with the referee and ring officials pulling their hair out as they signal from the comfort of their air-conditioned suite in a room adjacent, but nobody is freakin’ listening inside the sauna! The outside, closed-off nature of this battle means that there aren’t any ring-posts or turnbuckles to reset themselves to, and Kate and Hannah just GO ON BRAWLING in each other’s arms!
With CCTV footage still streaming into their dark booth, the judges simply shrug and declare the fifth round started! If these two fighters don’t want a break, the fight goes on!
ROUND 5:
And how it starts with a BANG of its own! Upton repays the favour with a stiff SHOT to the center of Hannah’s face, the power of the straight hand turning her about and sending her packing back towards the ring. Kate growling now, on the offensive, burying more gloves into Hannah’s sides and back, before whipping the would-be challenger around with a rough hand tilted to her shoulder. Hannah takes another nasty hook sent square across the cheek, letting out a grunt as she goes stumbling off and almost losing her balance after one of her knees snags the low-rise wooden bench. She barely has time to turn around before Kate is already upon her, low grunts of rage as she lunges for Hannah’s hair in order to hold the blonde steady before chugging uppercut after uppercut into both ends of her breasts for wicked payback! Hannah’s trying to survive this onslaught, clinch up whenever possible, as she wraps her arms around the thick torso of Upton. Kate growling as these bouts of wrestling go on for far too long, especially with no ring officials to break it up. Kate succeeds in shoving Hannah’s towards the nearby concrete wall, as the two blondes take a breather still locked in each other’s arms, shockingly dull punches battering at their sides and bodies.
So far, it’s hard for the judges to score this, with the last three minutes having been dominated by Kate, and the prior three won firmly by Hannah. Without an official to enforce the rules in this peculiar setting, however, this championship match is quickly devolving into chaos. The bell rings rapidly to signal the end to the fifth, but Kate Upton is still MORE interested in burying more gloves up into the base of Hannah’s jugs, drawing pitiful moans as Ferguson tries to break free.
ROUND 6:
Hannah finds herself trapped between the metal steel lockers on one side, the big frame of Upton pressing herself in on the other, hot breaths of exhaled air fall on her shoulder, neck and chest, as the two ladies continue struggling in each other’s arms for control. Hannah has to resort to some hair-pulling of her own to eventually get free, cruelly twisting Kate’s head to the side as the champion lets out a shriek of pain.
“f*cking BIT--AARHHHGG!!”
Hannah silences Upton by shoving her head into the steel locker, a loud CLANG of metal-on-bone emanating through the room! Upton immediately groans, her forehead left stuck to the cold steel and the rest of her body lying slumped against the wall, looking like she’s about ready to go down. Hannah does her best to assist her along the way, circling around and then pummeling more fists into her body, back, and the sides of her tits. Upton, however, ain’t about to budge nor give Hannah the satisfaction, whipping a backhand clean into Hannah’s face before the two sultry blondes again end up tied in each other’s arms.
This time, however, Ferguson’s got the advantage of being on top, rocking the champ with under-the-guard bunches to the belly, then up into the side of her head, slowly whittling her resolve down. Upton not idle, of course, clinching up to keep herself afloat, looping her own underhooks around Hannah’s arms and back to keep the challenger close and negate the punishment. The bell rings once again to end the sixth, and contrary to the champ’s bad behaviour these past two rounds, Hannah Ferguson actually complies with the ruling this time, stepping out of the clinch and rapidly moving backwards to create more distance, just in case Upton decides to try taking another swing at her.
As mentioned, those turnbuckles back in the ring look as though they’re far, far away, and the most both fighters can do during the downtime is head to opposite ends of the room. Upton still heard growling low, pushing herself slowly back up the steel locker, setting Ferguson with a hungry, enraged look. She definitely took some punishment back there, and arguably of the illegal kind, meaning she might possibly take the sixth round by a small margin. Not as if Ferguson cares, of course, looking confident on her own terms as she fixes her blonde hair in a neat ponytail, doing some calming, breathing exercises against the far wall before awaiting the bell for the seventh.
ROUND 7:
Beginning of the last quarter (the girls estimate), and we hope the two fighters are also keeping track. There’s no way to notify them in between the rounds besides the tolling of the bell, nor are there any fight officials waiting in their respective corners for advice. The two ladies have to rely on their own wits if they’re gonna make it out of this war alive, and as the Welterweight champion. Some good, old-fashioned boxing takes place out on the apron by the ring, Hannah and Kate both moving into the center of the room at the same time and rocking each other to the head once they’re in range. The two fighters find some mutually open space in the left half of the sauna, a small enough pocket of wooden tiles on which to do battle, circling with their guards up, poking at the head with textbook combos before letting those big boys RIIIIPP for the killing blow. Of course, no such thing here, or at least, not yet, with Upton scoring aplenty to the arms but failing to really damage Ferguson. Hannah, on the other hand, diligently knocks the champ’s head back with snap straight hands that land on Upton’s nose and lips, at one point threatening to send Kate reeling back once more in the direction of the steel lockers, and most likely, more body-on-body annihilation.
But Kate swings back with a hook to keep Hannah at bay, almost tripping over another wooden bench when a missed attack heaves her voluptuous body off to one side. Hannah, exploiting the champ’s recklessness, plants those hard shots into her trembling tummy or larger orbs, all the while weaving and leaping out of the way when the big blonde bull comes rushing in at her once again. End of the seventh has Kate literally barging straight into the ring apron, letting out a shout of anguish as she barrels head-and-shoulders into the hard corner, and bends over with the top half of her torso draped over the ring surface. Thankfully, the bell rings right before Upton sinks down to her knees, meaning we’re back in downtime as both ladies earn some breathing room.
Kate’s slowly getting back up, of course, her chest heaving and not used to breathing in this thick and humid air, her eyes no longer burning with rage now that she finds herself quickly sapped of energy. Hannah’s looking a little better, but not by much, as she saunters to one of the wooden benches at a distance, plops her pristine ass right down, doing as much as she can within three minutes to recuperate.
ROUND 8:
Not quite the constant body-on-body battle that most fans have come to see, but hey, you do what you gotta do to fight smart and effectively under these circumstances, and this battle would have LONG been over if Kate and Hannah had let it slide into an all-out catfight on the sweaty mats. The champion, in particular, seems reinvigorated in this final stretch, determined to put the challenger in her place and then use her considerable assets to smother home the point that she’s the Alpha Blonde. Kate lets Hannah come towards her this time, staying steady by the apron and her feet firmly planted, arms up and beckoning for Ferguson to bring it on. Hannah obliges, keen to resume her dominance of the last few rounds as she rocks Kate to the guard with an early one-two combo, then more punches sent in fast, as Hannah dips her shoulders and goes to work on the big blonde’s tummy. Kate, however, has other ideas, taking and taking the abuse before CLIPPING the challenger across the face with a powerful right hook that’s on target, drawing a sudden URKKK from Hannah’s lips. Upton follows the stunned blonde, taking more mighty swipes at her head and body, punishing the Vixen for her insolence as the action spills over into another corner of the sauna.
Hannah’s trying to get away now, her eyes hazy and arms wavering out in front, trying to anticipate Upton’s next attack. It comes in hoops and waves, with Kate growling in her face before rocking her with a sudden uppercut to the tummy, another follow-up hook bashing into the arms with power, sending Hannah reeling off to the side, and slammed face-to-face with the mid-backed walls of the jacuzzi hot tub, groaning as she’s forced to cling onto the slippery sides of the contraption to stay afloat.
Upton sets upon her foe like white on rice, literal Body Splash into the lean blonde before bashing more shots into Hannah’s sides and the small of her back, trying to get her to fall down to her knees and beg for mercy. No dice though - Hannah manages to turn herself around and wrap arms around the champ’s head and waist, with Upton now pressing the full weight of her upper torso down into Hannah’s, bending the would-be challenger in half over the rim of the hot tub, and dangerously close to the bubbling water below.
Kate licks her lips, grinning wide from above, liking this position of dominance very much, her breasts completely pancaking Hannah’s and watching the look of panic spreading across the Vixen’s face. “GIVE IT UP, HANNAH! YOU’RE DONE!!”
Hannah of course in no position to reply, her eyes blinking rapidly as her rival’s sweat-slicked chest inches ever closer and closer to her lips. Upton’s weight is literally crushing her downwards and over the plastic rim of the tub, and the Vixen does the only thing left in her arsenal:
Kate’s eyes go wide - instead of her body sinking slowly into Hannah’s, she finds herself suddenly hoisted UPWARDS, that feeling of being constricted around her waist and lungs means that Hannah’s decided to wrap her in a tight Bearhug from below, with Hannah then using her remaining strength to TOSS the champ up and over the edge of the hot tub instead, sending Kate CRASHING head-first into the hot bubbling waters! URKKK!
Not much damage done in the long-run, but also not the most pleasant experience for the humiliated Upton, who immediately BREAKS the surface like a beached whale coming up for air, gasping with her wet locks strewn down and over her face! AND HERE COMES HANNAH, scooting one leg over the rim, following the other, wading through the thick, waist-high waters with revenge on her mind!
Kate barely has time to clear her vision before she’s SOCKED across the jaw by an incoming haymaker, the alpha blonde taking yet another uppercut straight to the chin before she ROARS in as well to wrestle with Ferguson amidst the bubbling waters, the two women taking turns getting submerged underwater, still in each other’s arms, before resurfacing with their hands clinging onto damp hair, trying to force the other to go back under.
Upton, however, is a little too preoccupied with her catfighting-submission moves, keeps trying to get on top of Hannah, use her weight to smother her out with her gleaming chest and superior body. She forgets to keep punching, unlike Ferguson, who nails and keeps nailing the wild blonde with dull smacks across the chin or buried into the tummy, which finally has Upton breathing hard and slumped over into Hannah’s frame, the two girls finally taking a breather against one wall of the hot tub as the bell rings rapidly overhead to signal the end of the eighth.
ROUND 9:
Girls not breaking from their tight embrace, of course, technically still off their feet and their bodies straining against each other on their knees and bums, but also technically, both fighters were sent down at the same time, with Upton still gasping and blowing bubbles whilst her lips are pressed to Hannah’s chest, with the Vixen not helping things along by sending short punches inwards to depress her cheeks, score whatever points she can off the forehead or ears. Upton shakes her head to the other side, trying to dig deep and avoid the humiliating smother suffered last time - it’s not the first she’s at the mercy of Hannah within such strict confines, but she reminds herself that it sure as hell will be the last. It’s Hannah’s turn to panic when Upton pays her back with a bearhug of her own, the champ’s arms snaking around the small of her back, under her arms, before locking her wrists and heaving upwards. Hannah with a sharp cry as her body is constricted at the waist whilst being hauled back to her knees, then her feet, her chest and hair dripping wet. Upton still has her cheek pressed against her rival’s hated jug, but there’s a triumphant scowl now etched over the champ’s face as she releases one hand and BURIES it into Hannah’s body, over and over again, digging her leather glove (now heavy and clogged with water) into the sides of tummy or ribs. Hannah suddenly released, of course, trying to batter back best she can, but for every shot that glances off Kate’s gleaming skin, the champion powers two more into her body, eventually bowling her over in half and threatening to plunge her face-first into the depths again. Instead, all Kate needs to do is give Hannah a good SHOVE backwards, with Hannah yelping out loud before the back of her knees hit the edge of the hot-tub - up and over the Vixen goes, an even louder shriek cutting through the humid air as she tumbles out of the mini-enclosure, over the edge and ready and primed for the first KNOCKDOWN of this fight!
BUT NO! Ferguson somehow keeps her wits about her, the combination of grabbing onto the edge of the hot tub combined with somehow landing on her knees and then quickly bouncing back up to shaky feet means she’s still considered SAFE!
“WHAT THE f*cking HELL!” Kate Upton roars forward, menace in her eyes. “WHY CAN’T I GET RID OF YOU HA-NNAARGGHH!!”
Just as Upton reaches the edge of the jacuzzi, hoping to finish the job there and then, Ferguson springs back up, landing a heavy hook across the face before grabbing onto her dazed hair with both hands and HAULING Upton forward and out of the hot tub! Kate shrieks in rage, resisting, squealing, clapping those gloves wildly all over Hannah’s body and chest, till finally, she earns the release, as Hannah gives up on her hair and goes stumbling backwards, but not without a loud “b*tch!!” coming from Upton’s lips. During this brief respite, the bell for the ninth can be heard ringing rapidly in the background. But it’s a little too late now for pauses in this heated match, with both blondes glaring at each other with every intention of putting the other away, by any means possible.
ROUND 10:
It’s Hannah’s turn to gesture at the champ to bring it on, the Vixen by this point surely feeling that the end of the fight must surely be in sight. She can’t quite remember what numbered bell she just heard ringing over the steam, but judging by the state of her strained breaths and generally, the amount of energy she has left in the tank (very little), she assumes correctly she’s in the final round. Which meant that she needed to win it back to bring the title home.
Upton has the same, but opposite thought process, still snarling as she attempts to climb back out of the hot tub but getting attacked by Ferguson’s punches, which harass her every step of the way until she finds her footing and swings back. In Upton’s mind, the defiant b*tch going to bow down to her by the end of the night, whether she had to force Hannah to her knees or bury her face in the depths of her chest. Either way worked.
Upton rages forward after steadying herself with her back to the hot tub, trying to use her remaining strength to overpower Hannah with hooks and crosses, driving her back towards the shower stalls of the sauna. Hannah’s keeping her cool, however, bobbing this way and that to avoid the swings, but also constantly having to move back into a corner, where she can potentially get trapped and strangled if she’s not careful. Kate, however, is relentless, landing a combo to the face that ended with a nasty hook banging off the side of Hannah’s head, which momentarily stuns her! THAT’S ENOUGH of a sign for Upton, who CHARGES in, smelling blood! More chugging hooks buried into Hannah’s body that briefly make her choke and gasp, as Kate dips her head and shoulders like a battering ram. Hannah, however, still regains control easily, landing a stiff hook across Kate’s face just as she makes landfall, which stuns the big blonde enough to send both girls slamming into one of separating walls between the shower stalls, the hard marble tiles making for an uncomfortable feeling off the back of skin.
Kate muscles Hannah up against the thin wall, regardless, her head wrapped up in a Side Headlock but still using her free hand to chug shots right into the belly and chest, making Hannah gurgle out loud on her feet. But the lack of a hard surface at their backs means the girls are constantly stumbling over each other, and Hannah manages to briefly shove Kate off for a brief second before catching her clean on the cheek with a hook, which sends Upton reeling off and down the narrow confines of the shower stall itself, shaking her head in pain. Kate’s lucky, we guess, holding both arms to either side of the small shower space in order to prop the rest of her heaving body up, her lips hanging open as she takes in huge breaths of air.
Brief respite, however, as HERE COMES HANNAH, marching in and after the cornered champ, using the open space just outside the entrance to pull back another right hand, send it SMACK into the middle of Kate’s face, which further throws Upton’s head and big frame backwards to the deadend! It’s a familiar sight indeed as both blondes clinch up within the confines of a shower stall, which is barely big enough to fit one lovely lady, let alone two, as they jostle for position by constantly shoving each other back into the hard shower walls, using their shoulders to pin down flesh or elbows throttled to the throat for leverage, before an uppercut lands up into trembling tummy.
If any of these girls are wondering when this last round is gonna end, well, it ended a good few seconds ago, with the sound of the bell ringing out low and hollow over the rising steam - it’s white-noise to both championship fighters, who just continue brawlin’ unabated! Meanwhile, the ring officials and judges are in a panic mode of their own, rapidly trying to tally the scorecards and see if this fight needs to be stopped prematurely...
NOT YET, it seems, with both Hannah and Kate earning themselves just enough points over the course of ten rounds to break even! Looks like we’re heading into overtime!
ROUND 11:
Of course, no need to tell that to either women, who continue swiping punches across each other’s face or scooped off the tummy. You would think that Kate would thrive in such a confined position, using her significant bulk to impose her will upon Hannah, but like their last encounter in closer quarters fighting demonstrated, the narrow space is making it extra difficult for the bulky champ to manoeuvre about, let alone swing widely at Hannah. Instead, Kate’s taking significant damage, Hannah whipping short fists into her chin and across her face repeatedly, drawing louder grunts with each iteration. All Kate can do is hold onto the Vixen’s shoulders, occasionally bump back with her own, but she’s slowly melting into Hannah’s arms in the face of constant abuse, at one point being shoved into the back of the wet stall, barely clutching onto the water fixtures to keep herself from falling down and onto her butt. Hannah exploits the extra space in a heartbeat, muscling in and shoveling more punches all over the champion’s chest, sending those mighty orbs bouncing and jiggling left and right, to the side and upwards, as Kate lets out a cry of anguish when her bikini strings finally SNAP from the abuse! HANNAH STILL NOT LETTING UP, GNASHING those teeth as she keeps abusing those bare, sweat-slicked breasts with lefts and rights! AND UPTON’S IN TROUBLE, melting and whimpering, getting literally beaten downwards and into the floor, trying to cover up her abused chest but then having little choice but to sink down to her butt! Ladies are STILL lunging at each other within the confines of the stall, but it’s Ferguson who’s in full control, tugging on dishevelled blonde hair from above and shouting insults into Upton’s head! The ONLY sign that this fight has ended is the rapidly tolling bell overhead, as the judges have finally reached a decision on the winner, but the two women locked in this battle of steam and sweat don’t f*cking care!
AFTER:
The only thing on Hannah’s mind is ‘dominate and smother’, in whatever order that works! Screw who won, she thinks, hauling Upton up to her feet by her dirty strawberry blonde hair, then using her aching body to pin her to the shower wall. Upton lets out a moan as fist after fist is driven into her body and sides, her arms left wrapped around Hannah’s shoulders and chest, whilst her body lurches forward with each leathered glove sinking into her breast and belly.
What’s worse for Kate is that she finds herself in the same precarious position as before, now with a Welterweight title belt on the line, her jugs left exposed and her hated rival going to work all over her frame. That won’t do at all. Slowly, Upton imposes her will, blocking with raised arms before taking a handful of Hannah’s hair and TUGGING with all her might, managing to pry the Vixen off her for a brief moment to breathe.
Upton growling as she drives a knee up into Hannah’s belly, which folds Hannah over with a loud HOUUFF. Another knee-lift lands square just below the belly button, driving the air from her lungs. Hannah’s fighting back, of course, mauling the champ’s face in with one of her open palms driven in, the other still pulling hard on blonde hair for leverage.
As ANOTHER kneecap is driven up into Hannah’s shaking body, this time, dangerously near the crotch, Hannah finds her self wilting into Kate’s loving embrace, her lips trembling in the nook of her neck, now dangerously close to the upper curves of the champion’s exposed breasts. Delighted at the change in fortunes, Upton smirks and hisses through the heavy steam: “TOLD YA YOU WERE GONNA KISS MY TITS, HANNAH!”
And just like that, Upton locks in the Standing Breast Smother, pulling Hannah’s face in tight against her massive chest, wrapping her arms around the back of her neck to hold the struggling Vixen in place! Hannah thrashing about, the rest of her body still very much alive as she shoves fists and slaps at Kate’s tummy, her legs banging away below as well, trying to do anything to break free.
Kate licking her lips from above, trying to immobilise the squirming blonde locked in her arms, before turning Hannah over to try and pin her to the shower wall instead, using her significant body weight to bear down on her struggling movements. Hannah lets out a groan as her back slams into the wall, the rest of her body now sandwiched between Upton’s hard body and a hard wall behind, her face still buried into the depths of a perfectly executed jug smother that’s been refined over the many years on Upton’s past foes.
But Upton ain’t quite used to standing and smothering, typically more fond of dominating her foes whilst they’re laid out and defeated on the ground. No such room here in the narrow confines of the shower stall, which gives Hannah some leverage when she pushes one of her legs off the side of the shower wall, before dropping her body down as far as possible, using gravity and her weight to slip slowly out of Upton’s embrace.
Hannah twisting her trapped face to the side first, her lips tasting the cool air compared to the depths of Kate’s furnace of a chest. Upton panicking up top, trying to re-lock and reapply the smother, drive the Vixen back into the wall for even more torture, but with a wet PLOP! signals Ferguson finally freeing herself, the Vixen falling down to her knees before quickly LUNGING forward, trying to tackle Upton’s balance with fingers looped around the rims of her bikini waistband.
It’s Upton’s turn to let out a yelp as she goes flying face-first into the wall from the sudden force, before her legs are shoved off the safe ground, and she goes tumbling over backwards and landing on her butt. FLASH struggle as both blondes CLIMB and clambour over each other within the tight space, arms reaching for hair and legs trying to wrap themselves around the waistline or head. Hannah, fortunately, has more experience in the wrestling department - hell, she’s the one who put Kate to sleep the last time they fought backstage, having sat on her face till she passed out in the shower.
History appears to be repeating itself, as the spent Upton gets her head tossed back into the ceramic wall, which dazes her momentarily. All Ferguson needs to do is position herself over her big foe, her thighs over thighs and legs squeezed around the midriff, turning the tables in one swift motion as Kate’s face is pulled into the vestiges of her cleavage, that pink bikini only barely poking out from under messy blonde hair, as Upton’s eyes go wide in panic.
She’s slapping at Hannah’s back, trying to use her own body weight to pull herself out of this Sitting Breast Smother, even trying to pry at the back of Hannah’s bikini strings, ripping them off in wild desperation. But that doesn’t make Hannah budge her hold one bit. In fact, it brings a sly smile to the Vixen’s lips, heavy breaths sent into the top of damp blonde hair, as her strained bikini top goes fluttering down the sides and over Upton’s rapidly reddening cheeks. Upton’s made things infinitely worse with her lips now pressed and parted into Hannah’s exposed breasts!
“FFFAAAGUGGUHH-YYYYUUUU--!!” came the hoarse voice of defiance from below, as Upton’s entire body shook and vibrated in the smother, Hannah doing her utmost best to squeeze the last life out of her.
Hannah’s biceps bulging, wrapped around Kate’s head and keeping her facial features buried deep. She still doesn’t know what the outcome of this title fight is yet. But the one thing both girls could still control was how this epic fight would end. With a final shudder, Kate’s arms drop down limp to the side, her eyelids fluttering just over the top of Hannah’s bosom, as the alpha blonde gives one last hard shove to Hannah’s tummy to try and free herself, before losing consciousness.
Meanwhile the judges, ring officials, a big bunch of referees and of course, the Head Trainers from both teams are anxiously waiting just outside the double-doored entrance of the battleground. Over the last course of an hour, they’ve watched this battle unfurl, almost powerless to do anything but, with every angle and punch captured by the multiple cameras in the room.
Suddenly, there’s a loud and tired banging on the sauna doors from behind. One of the officials quickly rushes forward, ready with the key. The doors swing open slowly, with a panting whine, and everyone straightens up, holding their collective breaths--
Kate Upton stumbles out slowly through the foggy mist, her entire body covered in sweat and red marks, and her bare breasts gleaming and bouncing with every stumbling step forward. There’s a huge sigh of relief from some of her fight team, who take an initial step forward to receive their championship blonde… only to have Kate suddenly pitch forward, her eyes rolling back as she hits the hard tiles with a loud THWACK to her face, completely KO’ed!
Standing right behind her is Hannah Ferguson, not looking too great herself as she clutches one of her arms in pain, hunched over, whilst the other arm is draped gingerly around her bare breasts. She registers the familiar faces in the room, looks her fight team dead in the eye.
“Did we win?” Hannah asks, her voice dry and hoarse.
For the rest of us keeping score, the judges later reveal the final tally at the end of these ELEVEN grueling rounds:
Official Decision: Hannah Ferguson defeats Kate Upton via Unanimous Decision by Round 11! Hannah Ferguson is the NEW Welterweight Champion!
Hannah with barely any strength left to celebrate, however, immediately collapses into Steve Boyd’s arms, who was ready and waiting with a beach towel to cover up his prized asset, escorting her off into the hallway and towards the medical centre. The Vixen and her team will celebrate her hard-earned comeback victory later, once she’s rehydrated and ready to talk.
Meanwhile, Upton’s team is doing the same for their knocked out girl, turning Upton over on the spot and requesting for a stretcher to be brought in to get her the f*ck outta here. The heat and constant water loss means that both women are now severely dehydrated by the end of this fight, but Upton at least regains some consciousness when smelling salts are flashed from under her nostrils.
The reality of losing her Welterweight title will come a little later once she’s recovered, but for now, she can only groan as her fight team crowd about her, asking her if she’s alright.
Regardless, we’d like to thank BOTH fighters for putting up such a grueling performance on tonight’s card! Our special thanks to the Lookout! Boxing team for co-arranging this epic battle! We’re sure these two will meet again in the future!
Kate Upton vs Hannah Ferguson (Welterweight Title) (Sauna Bout)
Kate:
(29, 5’10, 90:26 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
Hannah:
(27, 5’10, 130, 53:13 FCBA, VIXENs)
BEFORE:
April 28, 2017.
Four long years ago when Kate Upton finally tried to claim what she felt was rightfully hers and truthfully, she doesn’t get denied very often. The world of modeling is definitely a varied and diverse world, but throughout the world of modeling tours, backstage and numerous photo shoots, models certainly get to know each other. Throughout this time, you have the opportunity to form lifelong friendships or in many cases, rivalries. Kate and Hannah had certainly circled one another in the world of Sports Illustrated, making names and indeed taking names. In their case, it certainly wasn’t going to be the best of friends.
On this fateful day, Kate went after Hannah in a shower room at a private sauna, looking to take her pride and breathe away. Instead, Kate ended up being smothered out and discarded on the floor of the sauna in a humiliating display that has left Kate seething to this day. It’s never been forgotten, even though Kate has managed to defeat Hannah multiple times since then. During one of their fights, she has even managed to deny Ferguson an opportunity at the welterweight title and taken the JMDD title away from her.
Both of them have certainly had their own success, becoming some of the most accomplished JMDD fighters not to mention welterweights in the entire FCBA. In fact, this past year has seen them achieve some of their greatest moments, with Kate emerging triumphant in a brutal Best of 7 over rival Taylor Swift to declare herself the Alpha Blonde of the FCBA. That’s not a title that Hannah wants to let her maintain unchallenged as Hannah just recently emerged triumphant in an intense Best of 7 series of her own with mutual rival Tahnee Atkinson. Both of them have proven to be the pinnacle of their careers, but both of them are very excited to bring each other down low today.
“Kate has proven to be not just the dumb blonde I thought she was when I first smothered her out here. She thought she could walk in, smother me out and take what she wants. She usually does from what I’ve heard and I’ve experienced that in the ring. She is an absolute b*tch when she wins, but that day, I put a stop to her doing whatever she pleases. Kate will never, ever forget what it was like to get smothered out, sweaty and helpless, underneath a better blonde and end up discarded like a used-up bimbo on the floor.” as Hannah smirks, hands on her hips, “That’s exactly what’s going to happen again today. Her body is going to be mine, her breath is going to be mine, her welterweight title is going to be mine and her pride is going to be mine. I’m taking it all today and I’m going to leave her right where she belongs, like used-up trash on the floor.”
Kate smirks, licking her lips, “Apparently Hannah is a little dehydrated already if she’s talking sh*t like that. Hannah doesn’t have what it takes to keep up with me in the sauna. A few years back, I’ll admit, she caught me off guard and yes, I haven’t forgotten what happened. It’s pretty rare that I get smothered out, but today is not going to be that day. Today is not going to be her day. Hannah has had the JMDD title and the welterweight title, but not from me. I’ve done MY part to keep her from getting gold, from getting cocky and from ever thinking she is an alpha blonde. We all know Hannah is a beta blonde and today, I’m going to prove it again. She is going to wind up sucking on my tits like the weak little b*tch she is and when she’s curled up, sobbing on the floor, she’ll remember why I’m the Queen.”
Obviously, no love lost between the two of them and clearly a lot of hatred shared instead. But, tonight, they will also be sharing the confines of a private sauna. Thankfully, it’s much larger than your typical sauna and is an expansive sauna. It’s a large rectangular room, with benches alongside three walls for the rich, exclusive clients to sit and steam while relaxing. Along the last wall was a suite of shower stalls, which were intended for single use. They looked modern and sleek, but angular to ensure that the sweat of the sauna could be washed off from every angle, with numerous jets available. And in one corner, there is a hot tub for those who want to wash off and soak within the sauna. But, today, in the middle of the sauna, FCBA staff came in early to assemble a ring for the two fighters to begin their battle in, though few believe the fight will remain within the rig for the duration of the contest.
The steam is rising, from the sauna, the undeniable beauty of both competitors and the sheer enmity between them, but through the fog emerges a glistening but gorgeous Hannah Ferguson, clad in a tight light pink bikini with matching gloves and a matching pair of gloves, blonde hair in a tight fighting ponytail. Kate Upton saunters through the steam seconds later, a glowing and glorious vision in a golden bikini which hugs her body, with the welterweight title wrapped around her waist and hair in a very tight ponytail of her own. Locking eyes with one another, the welterweight title is handed off to the referee, who will step outside of the sauna and monitor it on closed circuit TV outside as nothing will be able to separate the two of them today anyway. The referee stays in long enough, taking deep breaths in the humid sauna as he reads the rules and riot act to both fighters as they are cheating up to one another. Heavy, slick cleavage shoving against one another, breasts mushrooming against each other as they try to bully each other back, snarling and taunting relentlessly as they ignore the referee - focused on one another. Having done their part, the referee steps outside and rings the bell before he locks the door to the sauna. Neither of them will be leaving the sauna until one of them is triumphant and now, the war begins...
ROUND 1:
Brutal action erupts right out of the gate as the champ comes out SWINGIN’, Upton hoping to surprise Ferguson early enough to put down her challenge in its infancy. Hannah forced to fend off several big attacks sent her away, dodging and weaving with focus as she narrowly avoids another overhand and a follow-up uppercut. Still, she can’t avoid Upton’s advances forever. Upton barrels into Ferguson out of sheer tenacity, forcing the first full-on body-on-body contact along the ropes as the two fighters get to wrasslin' for dominance! Upton growling with malice as the hot and heavy conditions of the sauna already mean their bodies are covered in sweat and chests already heaving hard. And we're just in the first round! Upton bodying Ferguson up on the ropes and sinking her fists into her body whenever possible. But Hannah's also doing a good job of keeping the hated blonde nemesis close to her, using her early strength to impose her own frame on the hefty champion and blast her back to the face. End of the first round, however, sees Kate accumulating most of the points overall, giving her the wide lead to kick off this war in a sauna.
ROUND 2:
Ferguson is fighting smart though, as she continues to avoid Upton early in this fight, skirting around the lumbering blonde and only throwing counterattacks to her face and body when the opening is wide open and clear. Upton needs to conserve her energy if she wants to go the distance, but she's still taking rabid swings at Hannah's direction, hoping to land a knockout blow to humiliate her rival. Ferguson not biting, however, makes Upton pay with sharper strikes, bunching up the cheek and nose in the interim, blasting another across her face before scooting out of the way of one of Kate's counters. Upton can only be heard growling as she takes another one-two combo straight to the lips, with Hannah then delivering a tight right hook to her tummy, which bowls her over with a grunt. The challenger takes the second round due to her street-smarts and guile, but her success simply makes Kate more incensed at the bell.
ROUND 3:
Girls engage in another free-for-all when Kate manages to catch Hannah on the face with an early jab and hook combo, which dazes the Vixen momentarily. Hannah is still employing her fight-and-flight response, trying to get away fast, but gets tangled up on the ropes again as Kate uses her bulk to press herself in, bunch up that trembling belly of Hannah’s with an uppercut or two drilleds in, before getting smothered in turn when Hannah rotates them around, snarling with rage. All this time, the effects of the sauna are showing on both their bodies, their chests heaving with exertion as the humid air means there's even less oxygen to thrive on. Hannah takes advantage of this, adding insult to injury by punting close-ranged shots into Kate's jugs, burying glove after glove into her boobs in JMDD action. Kate squeals, thrashing about on the ropes, trying to break free of the trap she designed herself, as Hannah thrusts an elbow midway into her throat before rocking her hard across the face. Finally, the two women break apart out of sheer exhaustion, still taking wild swings at each other, and Upton in particular looks hungry and enraged, wanting payback.
ROUND 4:
Well, it’s worst news for the champ, who gets socked clean to the face early in the fourth when Kate tries to nail Hannah with an overhand right, gets her cheek bunched up instead from one of Hannah’s hooks that carries her off to the ropes in shock. Big girl Upton hanging on with her lips wide open, as she bashes another swing off Hannah’s arms, but then EATS a nasty uppercut right to the base of her jawline, which further disorientates her into the ropes! Hannah being methodical here, keeping clear of Upton’s swings whilst punting her head back and forth, left and right with fast combos, going after her proud body and jugs next, just for the fun of it, as the blonde challenger sinks another belly pumpkin’ shot into the midsection. Upton still shrieking with rage as she tries repeatedly to clinch up and return the favour, but her lunges at Hannah are a bit reminiscent of a bull thrashing about in a china shop or Ronda Rousey in her iconic fight against Holly Holm, repeatedly flinging herself forward but unable to get a hold of her target to hurt her. Only this time, Hannah’s landing damaging shots all over her frame whenever Upton falls back into the ropes, and the round ends with another blast to Upton’s chin, which ALMOST sends the big girl sprawling downwards and onto her side! Could this be an early KNOCKDOWN for Ferguson??
NO! Upton rocked and on her way down indeed, but curiously enough, also falling through the cracks of the ropes before landing on her feet on the outside apron, her legs wobbling but she’s still very much alive Hannah looks on in disbelief, a little alarmed and gesturing to the CCTV cameras as if to ask what the f*ck just happened, and is just a move allowed? The Vixens forgets that this here’s a falls-count-anywhere match, which means as long as Kate’s still on her feet by the end of each round, the fight continues!
Growling to herself at being denied a potential knockdown, Hannah has no choice but to chase after her wiley prey. Upton’s already seen backing away outside the ring and into the wide open spaces of the sauna, stumbling about but no doubt trying to whittle the time away and deny the challenger a potential upset this early in the fight. Hannah gingerly drops down to her knees before rolling out of the ring to give chase, her long, flowy blonde locks hanging loose over bare breasts as she shouts after her, “WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING??”
Upton headed to one of the rows of low-rise wooden benches, still clutching her head with one hand before deciding to whip around and lunge a punch straight in Hannah’s direction! Girls tangle up immediately, growling in each other’s arms as they shove whatever free fist they find up into their body or breasts, Hannah not at all shocked by the champion’s sudden sneak attack at her, now ready to dish out more of the same in close quarters. Kate’s still partly winded, gets herself driven back to one of the walls of the sauna when a textbook hook bashes into the side of her face. Hannah pressing in slow, shoving the big blonde off, eager to dominate this fight, this early, RAMS another glove into Kate’s chest for emphasis, which makes the so-called alpha blonde gurrrk and gasp.
Meanwhile, the bell to end the fourth can be heard rapidly ringing throughout the heat of the sauna, with the referee and ring officials pulling their hair out as they signal from the comfort of their air-conditioned suite in a room adjacent, but nobody is freakin’ listening inside the sauna! The outside, closed-off nature of this battle means that there aren’t any ring-posts or turnbuckles to reset themselves to, and Kate and Hannah just GO ON BRAWLING in each other’s arms!
With CCTV footage still streaming into their dark booth, the judges simply shrug and declare the fifth round started! If these two fighters don’t want a break, the fight goes on!
ROUND 5:
And how it starts with a BANG of its own! Upton repays the favour with a stiff SHOT to the center of Hannah’s face, the power of the straight hand turning her about and sending her packing back towards the ring. Kate growling now, on the offensive, burying more gloves into Hannah’s sides and back, before whipping the would-be challenger around with a rough hand tilted to her shoulder. Hannah takes another nasty hook sent square across the cheek, letting out a grunt as she goes stumbling off and almost losing her balance after one of her knees snags the low-rise wooden bench. She barely has time to turn around before Kate is already upon her, low grunts of rage as she lunges for Hannah’s hair in order to hold the blonde steady before chugging uppercut after uppercut into both ends of her breasts for wicked payback! Hannah’s trying to survive this onslaught, clinch up whenever possible, as she wraps her arms around the thick torso of Upton. Kate growling as these bouts of wrestling go on for far too long, especially with no ring officials to break it up. Kate succeeds in shoving Hannah’s towards the nearby concrete wall, as the two blondes take a breather still locked in each other’s arms, shockingly dull punches battering at their sides and bodies.
So far, it’s hard for the judges to score this, with the last three minutes having been dominated by Kate, and the prior three won firmly by Hannah. Without an official to enforce the rules in this peculiar setting, however, this championship match is quickly devolving into chaos. The bell rings rapidly to signal the end to the fifth, but Kate Upton is still MORE interested in burying more gloves up into the base of Hannah’s jugs, drawing pitiful moans as Ferguson tries to break free.
ROUND 6:
Hannah finds herself trapped between the metal steel lockers on one side, the big frame of Upton pressing herself in on the other, hot breaths of exhaled air fall on her shoulder, neck and chest, as the two ladies continue struggling in each other’s arms for control. Hannah has to resort to some hair-pulling of her own to eventually get free, cruelly twisting Kate’s head to the side as the champion lets out a shriek of pain.
“f*cking BIT--AARHHHGG!!”
Hannah silences Upton by shoving her head into the steel locker, a loud CLANG of metal-on-bone emanating through the room! Upton immediately groans, her forehead left stuck to the cold steel and the rest of her body lying slumped against the wall, looking like she’s about ready to go down. Hannah does her best to assist her along the way, circling around and then pummeling more fists into her body, back, and the sides of her tits. Upton, however, ain’t about to budge nor give Hannah the satisfaction, whipping a backhand clean into Hannah’s face before the two sultry blondes again end up tied in each other’s arms.
This time, however, Ferguson’s got the advantage of being on top, rocking the champ with under-the-guard bunches to the belly, then up into the side of her head, slowly whittling her resolve down. Upton not idle, of course, clinching up to keep herself afloat, looping her own underhooks around Hannah’s arms and back to keep the challenger close and negate the punishment. The bell rings once again to end the sixth, and contrary to the champ’s bad behaviour these past two rounds, Hannah Ferguson actually complies with the ruling this time, stepping out of the clinch and rapidly moving backwards to create more distance, just in case Upton decides to try taking another swing at her.
As mentioned, those turnbuckles back in the ring look as though they’re far, far away, and the most both fighters can do during the downtime is head to opposite ends of the room. Upton still heard growling low, pushing herself slowly back up the steel locker, setting Ferguson with a hungry, enraged look. She definitely took some punishment back there, and arguably of the illegal kind, meaning she might possibly take the sixth round by a small margin. Not as if Ferguson cares, of course, looking confident on her own terms as she fixes her blonde hair in a neat ponytail, doing some calming, breathing exercises against the far wall before awaiting the bell for the seventh.
ROUND 7:
Beginning of the last quarter (the girls estimate), and we hope the two fighters are also keeping track. There’s no way to notify them in between the rounds besides the tolling of the bell, nor are there any fight officials waiting in their respective corners for advice. The two ladies have to rely on their own wits if they’re gonna make it out of this war alive, and as the Welterweight champion. Some good, old-fashioned boxing takes place out on the apron by the ring, Hannah and Kate both moving into the center of the room at the same time and rocking each other to the head once they’re in range. The two fighters find some mutually open space in the left half of the sauna, a small enough pocket of wooden tiles on which to do battle, circling with their guards up, poking at the head with textbook combos before letting those big boys RIIIIPP for the killing blow. Of course, no such thing here, or at least, not yet, with Upton scoring aplenty to the arms but failing to really damage Ferguson. Hannah, on the other hand, diligently knocks the champ’s head back with snap straight hands that land on Upton’s nose and lips, at one point threatening to send Kate reeling back once more in the direction of the steel lockers, and most likely, more body-on-body annihilation.
But Kate swings back with a hook to keep Hannah at bay, almost tripping over another wooden bench when a missed attack heaves her voluptuous body off to one side. Hannah, exploiting the champ’s recklessness, plants those hard shots into her trembling tummy or larger orbs, all the while weaving and leaping out of the way when the big blonde bull comes rushing in at her once again. End of the seventh has Kate literally barging straight into the ring apron, letting out a shout of anguish as she barrels head-and-shoulders into the hard corner, and bends over with the top half of her torso draped over the ring surface. Thankfully, the bell rings right before Upton sinks down to her knees, meaning we’re back in downtime as both ladies earn some breathing room.
Kate’s slowly getting back up, of course, her chest heaving and not used to breathing in this thick and humid air, her eyes no longer burning with rage now that she finds herself quickly sapped of energy. Hannah’s looking a little better, but not by much, as she saunters to one of the wooden benches at a distance, plops her pristine ass right down, doing as much as she can within three minutes to recuperate.
ROUND 8:
Not quite the constant body-on-body battle that most fans have come to see, but hey, you do what you gotta do to fight smart and effectively under these circumstances, and this battle would have LONG been over if Kate and Hannah had let it slide into an all-out catfight on the sweaty mats. The champion, in particular, seems reinvigorated in this final stretch, determined to put the challenger in her place and then use her considerable assets to smother home the point that she’s the Alpha Blonde. Kate lets Hannah come towards her this time, staying steady by the apron and her feet firmly planted, arms up and beckoning for Ferguson to bring it on. Hannah obliges, keen to resume her dominance of the last few rounds as she rocks Kate to the guard with an early one-two combo, then more punches sent in fast, as Hannah dips her shoulders and goes to work on the big blonde’s tummy. Kate, however, has other ideas, taking and taking the abuse before CLIPPING the challenger across the face with a powerful right hook that’s on target, drawing a sudden URKKK from Hannah’s lips. Upton follows the stunned blonde, taking more mighty swipes at her head and body, punishing the Vixen for her insolence as the action spills over into another corner of the sauna.
Hannah’s trying to get away now, her eyes hazy and arms wavering out in front, trying to anticipate Upton’s next attack. It comes in hoops and waves, with Kate growling in her face before rocking her with a sudden uppercut to the tummy, another follow-up hook bashing into the arms with power, sending Hannah reeling off to the side, and slammed face-to-face with the mid-backed walls of the jacuzzi hot tub, groaning as she’s forced to cling onto the slippery sides of the contraption to stay afloat.
Upton sets upon her foe like white on rice, literal Body Splash into the lean blonde before bashing more shots into Hannah’s sides and the small of her back, trying to get her to fall down to her knees and beg for mercy. No dice though - Hannah manages to turn herself around and wrap arms around the champ’s head and waist, with Upton now pressing the full weight of her upper torso down into Hannah’s, bending the would-be challenger in half over the rim of the hot tub, and dangerously close to the bubbling water below.
Kate licks her lips, grinning wide from above, liking this position of dominance very much, her breasts completely pancaking Hannah’s and watching the look of panic spreading across the Vixen’s face. “GIVE IT UP, HANNAH! YOU’RE DONE!!”
Hannah of course in no position to reply, her eyes blinking rapidly as her rival’s sweat-slicked chest inches ever closer and closer to her lips. Upton’s weight is literally crushing her downwards and over the plastic rim of the tub, and the Vixen does the only thing left in her arsenal:
Kate’s eyes go wide - instead of her body sinking slowly into Hannah’s, she finds herself suddenly hoisted UPWARDS, that feeling of being constricted around her waist and lungs means that Hannah’s decided to wrap her in a tight Bearhug from below, with Hannah then using her remaining strength to TOSS the champ up and over the edge of the hot tub instead, sending Kate CRASHING head-first into the hot bubbling waters! URKKK!
Not much damage done in the long-run, but also not the most pleasant experience for the humiliated Upton, who immediately BREAKS the surface like a beached whale coming up for air, gasping with her wet locks strewn down and over her face! AND HERE COMES HANNAH, scooting one leg over the rim, following the other, wading through the thick, waist-high waters with revenge on her mind!
Kate barely has time to clear her vision before she’s SOCKED across the jaw by an incoming haymaker, the alpha blonde taking yet another uppercut straight to the chin before she ROARS in as well to wrestle with Ferguson amidst the bubbling waters, the two women taking turns getting submerged underwater, still in each other’s arms, before resurfacing with their hands clinging onto damp hair, trying to force the other to go back under.
Upton, however, is a little too preoccupied with her catfighting-submission moves, keeps trying to get on top of Hannah, use her weight to smother her out with her gleaming chest and superior body. She forgets to keep punching, unlike Ferguson, who nails and keeps nailing the wild blonde with dull smacks across the chin or buried into the tummy, which finally has Upton breathing hard and slumped over into Hannah’s frame, the two girls finally taking a breather against one wall of the hot tub as the bell rings rapidly overhead to signal the end of the eighth.
ROUND 9:
Girls not breaking from their tight embrace, of course, technically still off their feet and their bodies straining against each other on their knees and bums, but also technically, both fighters were sent down at the same time, with Upton still gasping and blowing bubbles whilst her lips are pressed to Hannah’s chest, with the Vixen not helping things along by sending short punches inwards to depress her cheeks, score whatever points she can off the forehead or ears. Upton shakes her head to the other side, trying to dig deep and avoid the humiliating smother suffered last time - it’s not the first she’s at the mercy of Hannah within such strict confines, but she reminds herself that it sure as hell will be the last. It’s Hannah’s turn to panic when Upton pays her back with a bearhug of her own, the champ’s arms snaking around the small of her back, under her arms, before locking her wrists and heaving upwards. Hannah with a sharp cry as her body is constricted at the waist whilst being hauled back to her knees, then her feet, her chest and hair dripping wet. Upton still has her cheek pressed against her rival’s hated jug, but there’s a triumphant scowl now etched over the champ’s face as she releases one hand and BURIES it into Hannah’s body, over and over again, digging her leather glove (now heavy and clogged with water) into the sides of tummy or ribs. Hannah suddenly released, of course, trying to batter back best she can, but for every shot that glances off Kate’s gleaming skin, the champion powers two more into her body, eventually bowling her over in half and threatening to plunge her face-first into the depths again. Instead, all Kate needs to do is give Hannah a good SHOVE backwards, with Hannah yelping out loud before the back of her knees hit the edge of the hot-tub - up and over the Vixen goes, an even louder shriek cutting through the humid air as she tumbles out of the mini-enclosure, over the edge and ready and primed for the first KNOCKDOWN of this fight!
BUT NO! Ferguson somehow keeps her wits about her, the combination of grabbing onto the edge of the hot tub combined with somehow landing on her knees and then quickly bouncing back up to shaky feet means she’s still considered SAFE!
“WHAT THE f*cking HELL!” Kate Upton roars forward, menace in her eyes. “WHY CAN’T I GET RID OF YOU HA-NNAARGGHH!!”
Just as Upton reaches the edge of the jacuzzi, hoping to finish the job there and then, Ferguson springs back up, landing a heavy hook across the face before grabbing onto her dazed hair with both hands and HAULING Upton forward and out of the hot tub! Kate shrieks in rage, resisting, squealing, clapping those gloves wildly all over Hannah’s body and chest, till finally, she earns the release, as Hannah gives up on her hair and goes stumbling backwards, but not without a loud “b*tch!!” coming from Upton’s lips. During this brief respite, the bell for the ninth can be heard ringing rapidly in the background. But it’s a little too late now for pauses in this heated match, with both blondes glaring at each other with every intention of putting the other away, by any means possible.
ROUND 10:
It’s Hannah’s turn to gesture at the champ to bring it on, the Vixen by this point surely feeling that the end of the fight must surely be in sight. She can’t quite remember what numbered bell she just heard ringing over the steam, but judging by the state of her strained breaths and generally, the amount of energy she has left in the tank (very little), she assumes correctly she’s in the final round. Which meant that she needed to win it back to bring the title home.
Upton has the same, but opposite thought process, still snarling as she attempts to climb back out of the hot tub but getting attacked by Ferguson’s punches, which harass her every step of the way until she finds her footing and swings back. In Upton’s mind, the defiant b*tch going to bow down to her by the end of the night, whether she had to force Hannah to her knees or bury her face in the depths of her chest. Either way worked.
Upton rages forward after steadying herself with her back to the hot tub, trying to use her remaining strength to overpower Hannah with hooks and crosses, driving her back towards the shower stalls of the sauna. Hannah’s keeping her cool, however, bobbing this way and that to avoid the swings, but also constantly having to move back into a corner, where she can potentially get trapped and strangled if she’s not careful. Kate, however, is relentless, landing a combo to the face that ended with a nasty hook banging off the side of Hannah’s head, which momentarily stuns her! THAT’S ENOUGH of a sign for Upton, who CHARGES in, smelling blood! More chugging hooks buried into Hannah’s body that briefly make her choke and gasp, as Kate dips her head and shoulders like a battering ram. Hannah, however, still regains control easily, landing a stiff hook across Kate’s face just as she makes landfall, which stuns the big blonde enough to send both girls slamming into one of separating walls between the shower stalls, the hard marble tiles making for an uncomfortable feeling off the back of skin.
Kate muscles Hannah up against the thin wall, regardless, her head wrapped up in a Side Headlock but still using her free hand to chug shots right into the belly and chest, making Hannah gurgle out loud on her feet. But the lack of a hard surface at their backs means the girls are constantly stumbling over each other, and Hannah manages to briefly shove Kate off for a brief second before catching her clean on the cheek with a hook, which sends Upton reeling off and down the narrow confines of the shower stall itself, shaking her head in pain. Kate’s lucky, we guess, holding both arms to either side of the small shower space in order to prop the rest of her heaving body up, her lips hanging open as she takes in huge breaths of air.
Brief respite, however, as HERE COMES HANNAH, marching in and after the cornered champ, using the open space just outside the entrance to pull back another right hand, send it SMACK into the middle of Kate’s face, which further throws Upton’s head and big frame backwards to the deadend! It’s a familiar sight indeed as both blondes clinch up within the confines of a shower stall, which is barely big enough to fit one lovely lady, let alone two, as they jostle for position by constantly shoving each other back into the hard shower walls, using their shoulders to pin down flesh or elbows throttled to the throat for leverage, before an uppercut lands up into trembling tummy.
If any of these girls are wondering when this last round is gonna end, well, it ended a good few seconds ago, with the sound of the bell ringing out low and hollow over the rising steam - it’s white-noise to both championship fighters, who just continue brawlin’ unabated! Meanwhile, the ring officials and judges are in a panic mode of their own, rapidly trying to tally the scorecards and see if this fight needs to be stopped prematurely...
NOT YET, it seems, with both Hannah and Kate earning themselves just enough points over the course of ten rounds to break even! Looks like we’re heading into overtime!
ROUND 11:
Of course, no need to tell that to either women, who continue swiping punches across each other’s face or scooped off the tummy. You would think that Kate would thrive in such a confined position, using her significant bulk to impose her will upon Hannah, but like their last encounter in closer quarters fighting demonstrated, the narrow space is making it extra difficult for the bulky champ to manoeuvre about, let alone swing widely at Hannah. Instead, Kate’s taking significant damage, Hannah whipping short fists into her chin and across her face repeatedly, drawing louder grunts with each iteration. All Kate can do is hold onto the Vixen’s shoulders, occasionally bump back with her own, but she’s slowly melting into Hannah’s arms in the face of constant abuse, at one point being shoved into the back of the wet stall, barely clutching onto the water fixtures to keep herself from falling down and onto her butt. Hannah exploits the extra space in a heartbeat, muscling in and shoveling more punches all over the champion’s chest, sending those mighty orbs bouncing and jiggling left and right, to the side and upwards, as Kate lets out a cry of anguish when her bikini strings finally SNAP from the abuse! HANNAH STILL NOT LETTING UP, GNASHING those teeth as she keeps abusing those bare, sweat-slicked breasts with lefts and rights! AND UPTON’S IN TROUBLE, melting and whimpering, getting literally beaten downwards and into the floor, trying to cover up her abused chest but then having little choice but to sink down to her butt! Ladies are STILL lunging at each other within the confines of the stall, but it’s Ferguson who’s in full control, tugging on dishevelled blonde hair from above and shouting insults into Upton’s head! The ONLY sign that this fight has ended is the rapidly tolling bell overhead, as the judges have finally reached a decision on the winner, but the two women locked in this battle of steam and sweat don’t f*cking care!
AFTER:
The only thing on Hannah’s mind is ‘dominate and smother’, in whatever order that works! Screw who won, she thinks, hauling Upton up to her feet by her dirty strawberry blonde hair, then using her aching body to pin her to the shower wall. Upton lets out a moan as fist after fist is driven into her body and sides, her arms left wrapped around Hannah’s shoulders and chest, whilst her body lurches forward with each leathered glove sinking into her breast and belly.
What’s worse for Kate is that she finds herself in the same precarious position as before, now with a Welterweight title belt on the line, her jugs left exposed and her hated rival going to work all over her frame. That won’t do at all. Slowly, Upton imposes her will, blocking with raised arms before taking a handful of Hannah’s hair and TUGGING with all her might, managing to pry the Vixen off her for a brief moment to breathe.
Upton growling as she drives a knee up into Hannah’s belly, which folds Hannah over with a loud HOUUFF. Another knee-lift lands square just below the belly button, driving the air from her lungs. Hannah’s fighting back, of course, mauling the champ’s face in with one of her open palms driven in, the other still pulling hard on blonde hair for leverage.
As ANOTHER kneecap is driven up into Hannah’s shaking body, this time, dangerously near the crotch, Hannah finds her self wilting into Kate’s loving embrace, her lips trembling in the nook of her neck, now dangerously close to the upper curves of the champion’s exposed breasts. Delighted at the change in fortunes, Upton smirks and hisses through the heavy steam: “TOLD YA YOU WERE GONNA KISS MY TITS, HANNAH!”
And just like that, Upton locks in the Standing Breast Smother, pulling Hannah’s face in tight against her massive chest, wrapping her arms around the back of her neck to hold the struggling Vixen in place! Hannah thrashing about, the rest of her body still very much alive as she shoves fists and slaps at Kate’s tummy, her legs banging away below as well, trying to do anything to break free.
Kate licking her lips from above, trying to immobilise the squirming blonde locked in her arms, before turning Hannah over to try and pin her to the shower wall instead, using her significant body weight to bear down on her struggling movements. Hannah lets out a groan as her back slams into the wall, the rest of her body now sandwiched between Upton’s hard body and a hard wall behind, her face still buried into the depths of a perfectly executed jug smother that’s been refined over the many years on Upton’s past foes.
But Upton ain’t quite used to standing and smothering, typically more fond of dominating her foes whilst they’re laid out and defeated on the ground. No such room here in the narrow confines of the shower stall, which gives Hannah some leverage when she pushes one of her legs off the side of the shower wall, before dropping her body down as far as possible, using gravity and her weight to slip slowly out of Upton’s embrace.
Hannah twisting her trapped face to the side first, her lips tasting the cool air compared to the depths of Kate’s furnace of a chest. Upton panicking up top, trying to re-lock and reapply the smother, drive the Vixen back into the wall for even more torture, but with a wet PLOP! signals Ferguson finally freeing herself, the Vixen falling down to her knees before quickly LUNGING forward, trying to tackle Upton’s balance with fingers looped around the rims of her bikini waistband.
It’s Upton’s turn to let out a yelp as she goes flying face-first into the wall from the sudden force, before her legs are shoved off the safe ground, and she goes tumbling over backwards and landing on her butt. FLASH struggle as both blondes CLIMB and clambour over each other within the tight space, arms reaching for hair and legs trying to wrap themselves around the waistline or head. Hannah, fortunately, has more experience in the wrestling department - hell, she’s the one who put Kate to sleep the last time they fought backstage, having sat on her face till she passed out in the shower.
History appears to be repeating itself, as the spent Upton gets her head tossed back into the ceramic wall, which dazes her momentarily. All Ferguson needs to do is position herself over her big foe, her thighs over thighs and legs squeezed around the midriff, turning the tables in one swift motion as Kate’s face is pulled into the vestiges of her cleavage, that pink bikini only barely poking out from under messy blonde hair, as Upton’s eyes go wide in panic.
She’s slapping at Hannah’s back, trying to use her own body weight to pull herself out of this Sitting Breast Smother, even trying to pry at the back of Hannah’s bikini strings, ripping them off in wild desperation. But that doesn’t make Hannah budge her hold one bit. In fact, it brings a sly smile to the Vixen’s lips, heavy breaths sent into the top of damp blonde hair, as her strained bikini top goes fluttering down the sides and over Upton’s rapidly reddening cheeks. Upton’s made things infinitely worse with her lips now pressed and parted into Hannah’s exposed breasts!
“FFFAAAGUGGUHH-YYYYUUUU--!!” came the hoarse voice of defiance from below, as Upton’s entire body shook and vibrated in the smother, Hannah doing her utmost best to squeeze the last life out of her.
Hannah’s biceps bulging, wrapped around Kate’s head and keeping her facial features buried deep. She still doesn’t know what the outcome of this title fight is yet. But the one thing both girls could still control was how this epic fight would end. With a final shudder, Kate’s arms drop down limp to the side, her eyelids fluttering just over the top of Hannah’s bosom, as the alpha blonde gives one last hard shove to Hannah’s tummy to try and free herself, before losing consciousness.
Meanwhile the judges, ring officials, a big bunch of referees and of course, the Head Trainers from both teams are anxiously waiting just outside the double-doored entrance of the battleground. Over the last course of an hour, they’ve watched this battle unfurl, almost powerless to do anything but, with every angle and punch captured by the multiple cameras in the room.
Suddenly, there’s a loud and tired banging on the sauna doors from behind. One of the officials quickly rushes forward, ready with the key. The doors swing open slowly, with a panting whine, and everyone straightens up, holding their collective breaths--
Kate Upton stumbles out slowly through the foggy mist, her entire body covered in sweat and red marks, and her bare breasts gleaming and bouncing with every stumbling step forward. There’s a huge sigh of relief from some of her fight team, who take an initial step forward to receive their championship blonde… only to have Kate suddenly pitch forward, her eyes rolling back as she hits the hard tiles with a loud THWACK to her face, completely KO’ed!
Standing right behind her is Hannah Ferguson, not looking too great herself as she clutches one of her arms in pain, hunched over, whilst the other arm is draped gingerly around her bare breasts. She registers the familiar faces in the room, looks her fight team dead in the eye.
“Did we win?” Hannah asks, her voice dry and hoarse.
For the rest of us keeping score, the judges later reveal the final tally at the end of these ELEVEN grueling rounds:
Official Decision: Hannah Ferguson defeats Kate Upton via Unanimous Decision by Round 11! Hannah Ferguson is the NEW Welterweight Champion!
Hannah with barely any strength left to celebrate, however, immediately collapses into Steve Boyd’s arms, who was ready and waiting with a beach towel to cover up his prized asset, escorting her off into the hallway and towards the medical centre. The Vixen and her team will celebrate her hard-earned comeback victory later, once she’s rehydrated and ready to talk.
Meanwhile, Upton’s team is doing the same for their knocked out girl, turning Upton over on the spot and requesting for a stretcher to be brought in to get her the f*ck outta here. The heat and constant water loss means that both women are now severely dehydrated by the end of this fight, but Upton at least regains some consciousness when smelling salts are flashed from under her nostrils.
The reality of losing her Welterweight title will come a little later once she’s recovered, but for now, she can only groan as her fight team crowd about her, asking her if she’s alright.
Regardless, we’d like to thank BOTH fighters for putting up such a grueling performance on tonight’s card! Our special thanks to the Lookout! Boxing team for co-arranging this epic battle! We’re sure these two will meet again in the future!
Kate and Hannah always produce cracking fights.
