Results: Lookout! - Story: OddManOut

Before: Hannah dismissive about Tahnee winning their only JMD brawl: “This time, I’m not coming off beating down a champion and a Hall -of-Famer, while she got to walk down a never-was and a has-been! Well, this time we’re both coming in fresh. And this time, I’m going to show her what a REAL champion can do?”

“What can a real champion do? How’s beating Kate Upton sound? Because I can name a whole gang of champions who’ve done that. But none of them are named Ferguson, now, are they? It’s been a good year since I had Hannah’s face ‘tween my norks, and I’m looking forward to rubbing her down tonight!” Tahnee eager to jump ahead in their ongoing rivalry that seems destined for Best of Seven territory.

Bra-busting reputations of both fighters shows in the reinforced bras worn by both: Pink for Hannah, White for Tahnee, matching gloves.

R1: Hannah hops close, turns into a tight-jamming right thick on jug Tahnee soaks it up, stands her ground, fires back. Atkinson cramming HER right thick and short to jug, then they're pulling at each other's arms, grinding in there cheek to cheek: girls just slopping on the punches. Ferguson puts two in Tahnee's rack: Atkinson shrugs two into Hannah's rack - back and forth like that while writhing for position in close. Rivals establishing cauldron early, reaching under one another's arms, pulling each other behind the elbows, writhing and tugging, then chugging to jug and tummy. Ear to ear, rough pushing and straining gives way to short little uppercut sequences or pumping body work. Grinding stalemate, girls taking turns holding and hitting - pace settling into a sustainable slogging cadence for the long haul. Even, staggering, tortuous two way work, girls taking turns, cramming away rights to racks and trembling tummies, walking each other into ropes and piling on beefy. Breathy grunts, wet, spanking impacts, heads grinding temple on temple, ear on ear - both girls committed to using the other up the hard way.

R2: Tahnee able to set her feet fast enough to work from set-piece gun-platform stance, it’ a different fight, ranging-in with her left; driving through with the right...methodical, hamhanded tactics pounding Hannah into retreat, forcing her into improvised earmuff. Atkinson stalking Ferguson along the apron, blonde’s cross-armed protecting the rack, elbows pointing out, away from her body, Tahnee jabs to guard, steps in, pops those hips, and JAMS a left thick to liver! Hannah’s face betrays her gut-shot agony...blonde girl hugs her body while backing into ropes all achy-breaky. Atkinson strides in Big-girl - extending palms to push Ferguson’s shoulders out over the ropes, then it's a robust, free-swinging assortment of rights and lefts to tummy & tits, sitting the American moaning in ropes. Pushing Hannah back by her shoulders to reset, Tahnee taking care not to smother herself on blonde, but leaning close enough to be able to lap and bat both hands to body & breasts. Ferguson in tears, arms flopping on Atkinson’s shoulders in a vain attempt to tie up, but the Queen standing tall keeps belting away over the outstretched limbs, claiming her tribute until ref's break.

R3: Hannah’s tried trading haymakers with Tahnee before, wants no part of it, bodying Queen to ropes, working her over at close quarters. Compressing distance takes away those Atkinson haymakers, it's all just close-in, short-shrugging, hamhanded fare. Healthy CHUP! noises sound out from either body as each girl claps away thick. Muscular pushing/pulling struggles along ropes give way to body blows and rampant jug mugging as each girl tucks in the hurt. Ferguson brawny with her left shoulder, really bumping and jostling Atkinson. Hannah also standing off Tahnee's left shoulder and clubbing short, heavy rights and lefts at her - just bludgeoning the Queen along the ropes. Atkinson gunshy, grimacing, covering up and cringing when smote belly & breasts. Ferguson nods at the bell, obviously feeling good about herself.

R4&5: Hardhearted minutes, more cauldron work from both beauties, left arms up around the opponent's head, heads in close as a result, tight counterclockwise rotation as girls tug and slug with mindless abandon. Grunting, slugging stuff as girls get stubborn - legs setting firm; strong backsides ringing, neither lass looking to disengage; both intent on maximum rack damage. More sweaty jostle and shove on the inside just to squeak in an uppercut to jug or shove in that cheap forearm - anything to get extra hurt on the opponent. Punishment adding up, fighters now crying out in each other’s ears when smote; gasping and grunting with effort, sweaty stuff to manage the other's curvy weight, get on top, and do work. Tahnee ekes out the fourth, crushing in close, smothering Hannah glove-over-face as she leans her out over the cables again, rolling her elbows left/right/left into blonde's jugs as there's no room to punch, poor Ferguson whining in complaint until ref pulls Atkinson off. Hannah rides Tahnee to ropes and grinds out the fifth, pushing Queen to a seat in ropes; shoving her sideways; sliding left arm down Atkinson's strong, sweaty back to slump her forward, hooking a thumb in her waistband, wedgying panty up into an improvised thong, then beating her with the free hand to body. Both looking parched, mouth-breathing, throbbing-bodied with so much more fight to go.

R6: Tahnee leaning in with a strapping hook to the body, dropping right hands from her cheek. Hannah backpedaling, potshot hard right hands to take back any ground gained by Atkinson - very spirited two-way stuff early on. Ferguson forcing Tahnee to cover up with a fast, vicious double-hook - chewing at jugs & jawline with compact, rolling-shoulder cuteness.

OHHHH! A buggy whip right hand lashes across Atkinson's stomach, cramping her up, stooping her forward behind her mitts. Ferguson all grins - lashes an extra right hand to the left hip, then a VICIOUS right smashed hard to Tahnee's leftside ribs and back. Atkinson sobbing aloud, knees buckling - she's hugging herself, eyes betraying her shock - but Ferguson's heartless. Right uppercut curls through, pasting Tahnee's face: swatting hook smites brunette’s breasts, straightens her up. Atkinson shying away to ropes, sputtering: Ferguson hops in low, pounding the straight right to the belly - jabbing the chest, then stamping in downstairs with both hands jamming away straight crisscross to tummy & trunks. Tahnee folding forward, hugging her savaged guts: Hannah shifts-right, hammerfists the right hand to Queen's back and ATKINSON GOES DOWN! Tahnee cringing on all fours, sitting on her haunches, clutching her left hand to her back: she's done. Count passes a blubbering Atkinson by as Ferguson slow-struts the ring, hands high. KO6 for the winner and NEW JMDD Champion, Hannah Ferguson!

After: A degloved Hannah pulls her bra over her head, to the appreciation of the crowd. She makes her way up behind Tahnee, former champ still holding her pounded back, grabs the straps of the pink bra and pulls them down around her arms, tying them to her sides and exposing the Australian’s punishment-pinked breasts! Coming around in front, Ferguson wraps Atkinson up in a bearhug, then hoists her up and SLAMS her down in a barebreasted-belly-to-belly to put herself up in their ongoing suplex contest! This time Hannah pins Tahnee’s shoulders to the canvas, hauling herself up, dangling her sweat-shined breasts over her prey, making sure the brunette can see what’s coming. And then she drops them over Atkinson’s face! It’s a good three minutes before Tahnee stops wriggling, but when she does, Hannah makes her way to her feet, placing the JMDD tiara on her head (not the jeweled bra, for now) and pairs it with the Paramount Welter Title Belt! She joins Kate Upton as the only women who’ve held the JMDD and Welter titles simultaneously, and she isn’t about to pass up a chance to show it off!