Brooklyn Decker vs Hannah Ferguson (Mud Wrestling)

Brooklyn:
(35, 5’9, Lioness Club of America)


Hannah:
(30, 5’10, VIXENs)


And now, here are the sweet highlights of Hannah and Brooklyn's Mud Wrestling match, part of the FCBA's 4th of July celebrations on the beach, and these alpha blondes' THIRD match-up in their already explosive best-of-seven contest.

Ladies are at one win apiece, with Hannah falling to the current Welterweight champion back in March of this year, and then managing to overpower Decker in a follow-up Abs of Mass Destruction contest. Four more matches to go, and what better way to celebrate the Fourth of July summer with a good old-fashioned mud wrestling bout.

A wide square of a pit has been demarcated in the middle of the beach, just shallow enough for a woman to kneel down in the muck without getting her bikini strings dirty. Not without actually forcing your opponent into it.

The “mud” is actually a combination of water and oil, making for a brown, caramel looking slush that clings onto both their glistening bodies.

Both girls are wearing red for this contest: Hannah with a simple string bikini, neon-red and amber, whereas Brooklyn’s with white polka dots top and bottom. Not that it matters, of course, once the mud begins to get on one’s garments.

DING!

Early wranglings as both alpha blondes circle, wading sideways through thick mud, claws outstretched, looking for an opening. Noone wants to be the first to get her face dunked into this mixture, so they’re acting cautious to begin.

FLASH!

Hannah secures the first Headlock, an arm wrapped tightly around the back of Brooklyn’s nec, ignoring the Lioness’ fingernails scraping across the front of her belly, some balled fists banging off the body. Ferguson has the hold locked in, growling as she pulls Decker close, then HAULS her forward, and face-first into the mud!

DDT connects, and Hannah has surely been practising this move in the lead-up to this fight! Decker’s entire face smeared brown and green, as Hannah POUNCES on her from above!

FLASH!

Decker in control, pressing her weight down on the small of Hannah’s back, both hands entwined around her neck and chin, and just pulllllllliiiiing backwards, locking in the pressure of the Camel Clutch. Hannah’s mouth hanging open, parts of her cheeks now smeared with mud, partially from Brooklyn’s own dirtied palms, partially from her own fall from grace moments ago.

Girls are right in the thick of it now, rolling about and jostling for control, not caring if their undergarments get loose or dirty…

FLASH!

Fingernails buried in each other’s hair, hauling and tugging on their knees. Ladies take turns slamming each other down into the mud, face-first at a time. Hannah delivers a balled fist to the stomach, which aids Decker forward. A hard slam into the mud is more humiliating and shocking than it is painful at this point.

Later, Decker repeats the move, rocketing a hook off Hannah’s chin to daze her, before grabbing two fistfuls of her messy hair and then tugging down hard. Ferguson lands on her face and chest with a loud SPLAT of her own, moaning as she stays grounded.

FLASH!

Decker locks in a Kneeling Dragon Sleeper, an arm draped over the front of Hannah’s throat before torquing backwards, bending the alpha-Vixen’s back in half whilst her knees scramble in the mud out in front. Brooklyn has her other arm trapped in a vice-grip, completely immobilising the other blonde.

Hannah’s shouting her protestations, her free hand only able to grip onto dirty blonde hair by the side, tugging hard to find release. Brooklyn, however, has other plans, sending punches down into Hannah’s glistening chest, each rounded orb getting jostled and shoved about with each knuckled fist making impact.

Hannah shrieks in pain, tugs even harder on Brooklyn’s hair, and for a moment, almost gets the Lioness to lose her own balance. But Decker doesn’t let go, growling as she helps herself to a grip on Hannah’s bikini strings instead, YANKS the fabric upwards and causes the loosened cover to slip completely off her chest! YIKES!

Of course, some of that caked mud has hidden Hannah’s bare breasts, but the Vixen is understandably outraged, thrashing about and finally getting free after her claws find Brooklyn’s eyes instead.

FLASH!

Decker in trouble, getting flattened out on the sleek mud, her arms immobilised on either side, her legs and pelvis grapevined by a determined Hannah Ferguson, who has pancaked herself over her rival and is slowly sliding her way upwards to give Brooklyn a taste of her breasts.

Decker’s horror comes to life as she realises the muck makes things more slippery, allowing Hannah to easily slide her breasts into place: right into her shocked face, with Hannah realising she might be able to end the fight there and then with a Breast Smother KO, the Vixen wrapping arms around the back of Brooklyn’s head, and trying to lock her face into the depths of her chest.

Decker squirming beneath, trying to throw Hannah off her, arching her back for leverage, turning her face to the side for air. Hannah bearing down on her, gnashing teeth, deliberately shoving her breasts down into her cheek and the side of her lips.

A traditional breast smother is nasty enough - what more with your opponent’s orbs caked in mud and sweat?!

FLASH!

At another point, both ladies back on their feet, crouched and looking to lunge back into the fray at each other. Decker takes a front boot to the body, however, letting out a grunt as she’s bowled over.

Hannah capitalises, grabbing her by the hair and then shoving her head-first between her thighs. Poor Decker’s flailing and trapped, slapping at Hannah’s thighs whilst the Vixen does a little dance and shake of her hips above, showboating, whilst grabbing onto her bikini bottoms like a tent pole.

FLASH!

Ladies back on their knees, tied up with arms wrapped around the shoulder, pulling at leftover bikini strings for maximum leverage. Hannah, fighting topless, has her eyes set on Brooklyn’s own bikini top for mutual humiliation. But Decker slapping those fists away, then burying fists into her lean tummy FUMP!

Hannah left bent over and gasping on sweat-slicked shoulder, still tearing and clawing underneath at Decker’s bikini top. Ladies trade belly punches in tandem, holding the other woman with firm grips in their hair before shoving those fists into the pit of the belly, up into the breasts.

Hannah’s getting the worst of it with her bare breasts left exposed and easy targets for Brooklyn’s fists, as the Lioness knocks them upwards and flattens them with her knuckles.

FLASH!

Hannah’s had enough! She’s lying face-forward in the mud, both hands hugging her body! Brooklyn slides in with a slick motion, thighs upon thighs to pin her rival down, then scoops Hannah back upright with both arms under Hannah’s, forcing her face into her own cleavage!!

Return Breast Smother is locked in, as Hannah struggles and desperately shakes her head, to no avail! Brooklyn has her head pulled into her glistening chest, biceps locked around the back of the head as she squeezes the life out of Ferguson.

After a minute or so, Hannah’s body goes limp in the dangerous embrace. Brooklyn lets her slump back down to the mud, and there’s a PLOP! sound as Hannah hits the soft ground, utterly dazed and choked out.

For good measure, Brooklyn slides over to her side, hooking one of her legs still dripping wet. The Lioness pins her leg all the way up to her chest, beaming wide for the cameras as the crowd chants “1… 2… 3!!”

It’s OVER!

Official Decision: Brooklyn Decker defeats Hannah Ferguson via Sitting Breast Smother @ 22:41

AFTER:
“Hannah’s just not in my league,” Brooklyn says later whilst the rest of her team wipes her down with multiple towels. “She has to learn to respect the fact that I’m the Welterweight champion, and she’s not. This little feud between us will end in her destruction.”

Meanwhile, poor Ferguson has to be retrieved from the middle of the mud pit, literally pulled by her limp arm as her knocked out body slides to the corner, where she’s covered by her fight team and trainers.

Three fights down now, with Brooklyn taking the lead in this Best-of-Seven contest. Some would say their feud is just getting started, but with Decker already striding backstage with a wave and smile, preparing for her next title fight that doesn’t involve the Vixen, one has to wonder if Hannah’s nothing more than a thorn in her side at this point of time.