(Words: Caspian / Results: Lookout!)

Hannah:
(24, 5’9, 130, 19:3 FCBA, VIXENs) 

Bo:
(24, 5’11, 139, 9:7 FCBA, VIXENs/PLP)

BEFORE:
This is surely a pleasant dilemma for front-man and Head Trainer Steve Boyd, who has the honour and privilege of escorting BOTH his girls to the ring for this next championship bout. It’s not the first time two Vixens have squared off against each other at the same time, for sure, but certainly one for the record books that both girls are competing for the same gold (and after the events last December, for the same man, apparently…). As the challenger tonight, Big Bo Krsmanovic having first dibs as she makes her way to the ring, both girls having little else to say to one another after what transpired in the post-match of her victory over the dangerous Taylor Cole. 

And look how far she’s come, competing for the Welterweight title belt, something few girls could ever dream of getting their hands on. But If she’s letting the stress get hold of her, she’s not showing it, instead, staying a little too close for comfort to Steve Boyd as she walks to the ring by his side, one shoulder pressed a little too close into his and a possessive arm wrapped around his waistline. She knows this move is sure to infuriate the champion, who must be watching from backstage and who can’t wait to run out immediately and get her hands in the brunette’s hair. The busty brunette grinning widely at the manipulation, milking each second as she climbs onto the apron, first waving to her fans, then planting a big, wet kiss on Steve’s lips before she enters the ring. Collective gasp from the crowd at the big girl’s audacity - especially not being helped by the look of shock on Steve’s face. If the VIX Head Trainer has any indication that he’s the object of manipulation here by either girl, he’s either completely oblivious or he simply couldn’t care less. 

The champ’s music is next to hit the stadium as a firm rebuke, with Hannah Ferguson striding out through the doors, belt strapped firmly around the waist, loud cheers reverberating. But hang on a second - Hannah’s not alone here, escorted to the ring by none other than fellow Head Trainer, Corey Saucier. Apparently she’s tired of playing second fiddle to Steve’s affections, sending him a message by getting escorted out by another man!

Focused intent in the blonde’s eyes, glued to Bo, who’s already undressing in one corner of the ring, revealing tight-fitting black bikini and donning red gloves. When Hannah finally enters to join her, the crowd braces for a wild charge at each other, the heat having boiled over weeks earlier. For a moment Ferguson looks ready to do just that, both girls freezing at opposing ends and just daring the other to make the first move. But the blonde surprises everyone by deftly spinning back round and marching back to Corey in her corner. Corey confused for a moment, thinks she needs some help putting on leather, stunned when the champ pulls his face in for a big smooch on the lips herself. 

What the f*ck? Is this turning into some soap opera on steroids?? Corey himself looking shocked by this latest development, but hey, doesn't seem to mind in the least after a moment to consider his luck. Not sure what Hannah is up to with that move but it seems to be working. Big Bo now the one with fire and fury in her eyes, looking ready to explode, but before she can let her feelings be known, the referee is already shooing both dudes from the ring, and none too soon by the looks of it - both Head Trainers themselves staring daggers at each other as they descend the steps and prepare to defend their respective corners, the rivalry between factions in the VIX locker room looking to reach record levels. 

Could this drama be the straw that breaks the camel’s back? A rift in the VIX ranks from which there's no returning? Well, a men’s boxing showdown will have to wait, cos these two tigresses are ready to throw down! Here we go - with ten rounds for the Welterweight title!

ROUND 1:
Big Bo having gained that nickname for a reason folks. In what many would call afterwards ‘The Humiliation of Hannah,’ Bojana overpowers her rival early on through a combination of power-punching and her uncanny ability to shrug off most of Hannah’s attacks. The round had started off fine enough though, Hannah scoring with ease as she bypassed Bojana’s slipshot defenses with lightning jab after jab into the nose, cheek and even the chest. But that all changes when Bo decides she’s had enough and simply charges Hannah like a freight train gone off the rails; like an enraged gorilla in heat; or like a woman scorchingly scorned. Take your pick. The result is Hannah getting manhandled by a bigger woman: big hooks glancing off of her guard, enough to send her sprawling into the ropes. Bo steadily advancing, buries both fists into Hannah’s belly before she can straighten herself on the ropes. Hannah shoved backwards, stacked upright instead as Bojana leans in and continues hammering away with lefts and rights into her body. The champ trapped, trying to clinch and rotate but each time just getting herself shoved roughly back into the ropes. It’s like trying to hug an oversized brown bear, with Krsmanovic swiping claws to maul Hannah in the chest. Hannah’s fans groaning along with their girl all the way to the bell, where Bo, grinning, blows her an smooch before raising her hands back to corner. 

ROUND 2:
One thing positive that can be said about the VIX team is that they do know their girls well, and advise them accordingly. Bo getting some solid tips last round enabling her to dominate her opponent, but the same can be said of Hannah’s corner in between the rounds. After that shellacking, the champ staying well and away from the big girl, using her feet well in advance of Bo’s advance on her. Bo not finding the same success as a result, with Hannah dancing around her whilst sending that long jab into the nose and plugging the odd punch into her side. Of course, that's not to say it’s a total rout for one girl like the last time. Late in the round Bo uses her own unpredictability to her own advantage, leans in left for a body hook but the feint leaves Hannah ducking right - right into another hook that glances off of Hannah’s forehead. Blonde again getting ploughed back into the ropes, but this time the bell rings earlier than expected. Keen observers would also note that Hannah handled the momentum of that punch a little better - either she’s adapting better or Bo’s already digging into her energy reserves. Either way spells trouble for the challenger.

ROUND 3:
Whoops, we spoke too soon… Girls approach each other confidently when the bell rings, with Ferguson opening the third with a snap or two into Bo’s face. The champ getting cocky again, however, remembering that in her previous dance with Bo, victory was already in sight by this point. Now, she incorrectly assumes that Bo must be already tiring and ripe for the picking. She wasn’t. Hannah surprised then when Bo jabs energetically and unexpectedly WHAP WHAP at her own face, each shot landing hard on the nose. A blur of brown hair in her peripheral vision as the next thing you know, Bo’s up close and personal with a left hook landing in her face hard, in a move that would certainly fell a lesser woman on the spot. Still ,Hannah stumbling sideways, then body jerking forward with another invasive churning of fist to belly button, sending her straight into Good Samaritan Bo’s waiting arms… The champ clinching up best she can, staring in horror and panic up into Bo’s grinning face, all the whilst digging gloves into the big girl’s side and back, trying to stop the inevitable. But Bo shoving the blonde back to the ropes with relative ease, another one-two uppercuts into the belly showing Hannah who’s boss. The challenger is SO confident about her chances of winning tonight that she uses her body to pin her to the ropes, leaning in and puckering her lips, when she should be finishing Hannah off right there and then...

“How about you kiss this, b*tch?” she smooches an air kiss in Hannah’s face, before sending another glove disappearing into the curve of her midsection, cratering her body in half with a hnnnhghh. “What's that Hannah? I can’t hear you!”

Ferguson panting for air, pawing helpless gloves along Bo’s sides, her bare back, and off her chest. 

“I said Corey f*cking LIKED it!” the blonde bellowing with much effort, before seizing the momentary look of rage on Bo’s face to whip a punch into the side of her face, catching Bo completely by surprise!

Bo grimacing, grunting as she’s finally thrown off stumbling to the side. With a look of pure hatred she steadies herself to charge right back in to teach the blonde a lesson, but unfortunately is stopped by the referee when the bell rings. Looks like the underestimation goes both ways!

ROUND 4:
Things are still not looking fantastic for the Welter champ, despite her show of defiance in the previous round - she’s still falling way behind in points. But I suppose we’ve underestimated Hannah’s chances before, and the champ knows that it’s better to make it to round 10 on your feet rather than charge in willy nilly and find yourself staring up at the lights. Girls thus begin the round cautious - well, Bo is still trying to catch Hannah with a stray hook to the face, but after that one or two misses, she’s just hunched over and gassed. Hannah still playing it safe, jabs landing periodically and consistently on target. Bo in deep waters now, in the last minute especially a look of confused exhaustion etched on her face as she rotates on the spot to face Hannah, who’s just running circles around her and flicking jabs in. It’s only until the final seconds does Hannah go in guns blazing: a sudden flurry of punches up high force Bo to cover up but leaves her body exposed for a flurry of more low shots that spatter her sternum. Krsmanovic heaving and backing away from the onslaught, with Hannah following her to the ropes. But the blonde makes the mistake of forgetting that the majority of abuse for the past three rounds was directed at her foe and not her. Body blows may hurt but don’t seem to have broken the brunette yet. Thus, Hannah shocked when Bo springs back to life all of a sudden, HOOK swung high when Hannah gets in too close. WHOOSH - thankfully, she ducked under that one. But now she’s in close proximity, forcing both girls into another clinch, and slick bodies begin wrestling against each other on the ropes. Hannah takes the opportunity to enact more body-busting shots,, drumming her fists along the Bo’s waistline, before firing off a one-two into her chest just for kicks, leaving the curvy model bent over in real pain this time at the bell. What a comeback for the champion as Bo struggles to sustain her lead!

ROUND 5:
Hannah coming forward fast and early, hoping to end this fight by taking another big chunk out of Bo’s resolve when she’s already wounded, but is unpleasantly surprised like Taylor was before by how far the brunette’s improved since the last time they fought. Bojana still moving fast compared to last time, having worked on her cardio and footwork, now matching Hannah’s movement backwards, trying to lure her in, before springing forward as though her heavier assets weren’t a factor and she were just as agile. The manoeuvre works initially when one of her fists meets Hannah’s chest, stopping her right in her tracks with a gurgle. Before Hannah can straighten up, her tummy and sides pounded on some more, before Bo tries to seal the deal by looping an arm around the back of neck, then pulling Hannah in for more dull-sounding puh puh puh of her right hand slamming up into the body. Hannah’s momentum and lead quickly going up in smoke, but her resilience still willing her to fight back: she ignores the dull ache that’s spreading in her tummy, gives Bojana the similar treatment by forming the famed cauldron: both girls steadying each other’s bodies in the middle of the ring, before taking turns to see who wilts first from the consistent drilling of leather into paunch. Bo giving more this round, no doubt, so why does she look like she’s the one who’s been hurt the most when the bell rings? She’s bent over in Hannah’s arms, mouth sucking in air, with Hannah’s fist still crammed and curled into the curve of her body... Referee tries to separate them at this juncture but both vixens NOT letting go, continuing to push, shove, tug and take swings at each other whenever an opportunity arises, before both VIX Head Trainers almost decide to step into the ring to intervene, though it’s not sure whether they were really aiming to help or simply on a collision course with one another.

ROUND 6:
Looks like Bo’s been hurt, visibly wincing as she’s iced down by Steve and then grimacing again when she tries to rise from stool. Hannah already mid-way across the ring before she STUNS her with a stepped in right cross right down the guard. Bo absorbs the shock but is forced back a couple of steps. She returns with a hook aimed high across the head but Hannah ducks under, stings her back in the face with a couple more jabs, before weaving her upper torso backwards and out of the way of another wayward right hook. Bo’s aim more and more off target,, the pain in parts of her body starting to throw her off. But let’s also not discount Hannah’s head movement - we’ve never seen her so eager to out-punch anyone before, this fight reminding us of earlier times when the newest Vixen took every fight personally and made sure her opponents suffered post-fight. Bo now back on the ropes, arms sore, tired and hovering unsteadily in front of chest. She really needs to dig deep here if she’s gonna rally. Hannah not going to let that happen, flits in and out, in and out, each time drilling more punches into various parts of the body. Bo being beaten senseless, indiscriminately here, not giving anything else in return. Final one-two shot to her chest seems to be her Kryptonite: with a groan, she abandons her upper defense completely, enabling Hannah to square her feet and PISTON her signature right hook into Bo’s face. Moment of truth for the champ - textbook knockout staple spins Bo about 180 degrees on the ropes, before her eyes roll upwards, arms fall limp to either side, and with a loud THUD, she hits the canvas face first! Is this it??

As the referee counts her out, Bojana not even stirring, knocked out unconscious in a small pool of her own spittle, her red mouthguard half-in, half-out in between her lips. Referee hits the 10-count and declares this fight as over! 

Official Decision: Hannah Ferguson defeats Bo Krsmanovic via KO6! Hannah retains the Welterweight title!

AFTER:
“And STILL your Welterweight Champion of the World… Hannah FERRRGUSON!!” the ring official raising one of her hands high, before handing the gold-plated title belt back into her hands. Hannah elated, but spent - one can only imagine the emotional rollercoaster she’s had to endure this past month, from feuding with a fellow stablemate to battling for the affections of her Head Trainer.

Now, the four of them are back in the ring together as they try and deal with the aftermath of such a nasty civil war. Bojana herself getting turned over by medics, who are trying to check her for injuries. Hannah makes her way over, standing proudly above and casting a wide shadow on Bo’s almost serene-like slumbering features. She doesn’t smile, doesn’t gloat, just glares down at this latest conquest, amongst other girls who have come before to test her. Making a statement, Hannah lifts her foot, before planting it down firm on Bo’s belly.

The rough stomp seems to be the only thing that draws a response from the still-slumbering girl. Bojana letting out a soft moan as she feels the pressure on her sore abs, eyes now fluttering awake and seeing Hannah’s satisfied smile etched on her face. 

“I want you awake for this, little Bo b*tch…” Hannah hisses, before roughly pulling Steve in from one corner, planting her lips on his for the longest kiss imaginable so far, no doubt meant to be sufficiently long enough for a defeated Bo to take it all in and drive home the point that she’s lost everything utterly: from the fight, her pride, and now her conquest of the opposite sex as well.

Her point made, Hannah pulls herself away from Steve, who, if anyone hadn’t realised, has had a tendency thus far for not resisting this ‘sexual harassment’, whenever it has happened. Hannah grins sweetly in his face, before stepping back and sending a tight SLAP into his perfectly chiseled jawline, her anger at being used and played with for the past month not yet subsided. Steve stands there, dumbstruck, rubbing his face and wondering what the hell he’s gotten himself into. The Head Trainer watches silently as Hannah takes her leave, joined on way backstage by escort Corey Saucier, who can’t seem to be happier to be his replacement for the foreseeable future.