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27 April 2018 Title Ch Tahnee Atkinson vs Kelly Brook

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Tahnee Atkinson versus Kelly Brook
(Welterweight Title)
(Words by O & E / Results: Lookout!)

Before: Tahnee excited in pre-fight: “I idolized Kelly since I was a kid! I learned to fight like her, when Jeri called her ‘the Thunder Goddess,’ I swore that’s what they’d call me one day. And now, I get to make it happen!”

Kelly focused, failing to take the BBU JMDD title last year hammering home the fact that this may well be her last chance. “These kids talk like I’m already buried! Well, I’m not finished yet by a longshot, and once I take the welter belts, that’ll shut them all up for good!”

Kelly enters first in red basque and knickers, red gloves. Tahnee comes out in Black triangle top and red bottoms, black gloves. Both fighters with their hair long and loose,

R1: Heavy-hitting girls meet midring - right away it's a dangerous contest. Both setting up in power punching range - dukes are high, but both are opening up, letting hands go - plenty of chin on show as girls trade lefts and rights. Kelly doing well she takes a moment to squirt out the jab before laying on with the strap. Tahnee having the best of it with a meanspirited shoving right to the body - stepping right, giving it to Brook hard to the belly, forcing British-accented grunts, prompting clinches from Kelly. Sturdy two way round to Tahnee.

R2: Stalking, flat-footed, neither woman really jabbing - just extending the left, feeling for the other, trying to measure her for jolting right hands off the shoulder. Kelly in wide stance, weight on right foot - left hand extended and tracing ovals in the air - she's cuffing Tahnee whenever one of them inches into range. Tense despite lack of clean connect, master power punchers standing at long distance, gauging each other. Middle minute, Atkinson gambles on a whistling right - misses it all juggy-jiggle - as she's pulling back to rebalance, Brooks clouts her a Whomping-Willowy hook across the chops. Tahnee startled, steps in a fence post hole - a little funky chicken, then ATKINSON GOES DOWN as Brook surges, pouncing to pile on. Kelly shouting "YES!" - Tahnee spluttering, punching canvas while she's on all fours.

R3: Tahnee forced to press - wants that knockdown back - leads to much hotter exchanges as battle is joined in earnest. Kelly spreading Atkinson out with a veteran wide stance, weight on right foot. Tahnee coming up a little short on her jab, misjudging distance and eating Kelly’s right hands as girls close. Inside - Atkinson going very heavily to Brook's breasts, ribcage and waistline - fat strapping right hands laid in thick; succulent hooks licking up and across. Kelly gasping, feeling Tahnee's commitment down there - British girl grimly giving ground to determined Aussie advances. Brook frowning, refusing to be bullied - feeling Atkinson's body blows prompts Kelly to dish it back in kind. CAULDRON! Big brunettes throwing left hands around each other’s shoulders, pulling each other’s heads onto their shoulders. Thick, tasty shellacking going on - walloping blows given and taken in turns - girls just bent in the slugger’s arch, right arms swinging pendulously underneath. Thudding, workmanlike pace - these aren't flyweight hup-hup flurries - these are big, strapping hacks designed to mine quit buried in their core. Braced bums rippling as fighters’ unleash their power punches, oscillating again as they soak up the other’s return fire.

R4: Steady, stroking brawling continues - Kelly coming forward for the most part, finding better angles for her right hand by dropping her right foot back and catching Tahnee on the way in. Middle minute sees clear signs of Atkinson breaking down: Aussie buttocks are wobbling; punch output dropping; just tumbling forward unproductively, trying to get her feet under her. Brook stepping right, carving hooks to Tahnee’s midriff off the front foot, lusty licks bunching the Champ up. Down the stretch, innocent looking one-two jams in between Kelly's mitts - she's stunned, frozen on the spot: Tahnee quickly shifts weight, jerks a left uppercut off the front foot, neatly taking the Brit on her chin. BROOK GOES DOWN! Slow mo knockdown - Kelly sort of relaxing woozy to one knee. Tahnee delighted, lifts mitts and walks into Brook, grabbing the back of the downed Brit’s hair and pressing her face against her thighs until Kelly shoves the Bossy Aussie off.

R5: Tahnee's underrated jab appears, Kelly startled by banging poke up the middle as the girls step-and-stab. Very methodical work, Atkinson pushing off right foot to get leverage, driving in on Brook. Tahnee hurts Kelly midway through with a ringing right cross, discouraging British legs. Brook grimacing, stepping away, setting up shop at ropes: she's stooped forward behind her mitts as Atkinson steps-to. Tahnee thuddingly deliberate here - big, strapping lefts and rights carefully applied to Kelly’s flanks, then cleans up jug as Brook’s guard loosens up. Real stand and deliver slugging at a methodical pace here as Kelly’s curves are tested. Clanging blasts to chins, jugs and tummies - not rushed or frenzied stuff: it's one big girl scoring thick on another. Brook keeps her feet to the bell, but she’s wobbly-butt on the way to her stool.

R6: Kelly's fearsome, strapping hook still arguably the hardest punch in the FCBA when she gets her feet right, pops her hips into the shots, nobody can be sure they’ll stand against it. Tahnee’s shying away as Brook belts those shivering lefts against open Aussie torso - these are the happy moments for Kelly: it's her coming forward, walking a discouraged Tahnee down. Brook also jabbing a retreating Atkinson over worrying the left eye: Atkinson flinching and ducking to her right, anticipating Kelly's ruinous right cross. Brook can't land the right, but her hooks are enough: she beats Tahnee into a stupor this round, hounding her corner to corner at a patient walk. EnSwell and ice in the O&E corner as the corner crew’s formidable rep is tested

R7: Tahnee wades into Kelly's midsection: big swinging lefts and rights taking the Brit in her stomach as Atkinson shows why she’s called the Bossy Aussie. Tahnee workmanlike at the ropes, knuckling Kelly’s shoulders or forehead, nudging her about, then slugging her thick amidships. Brook lurches forward, trying to keep elbows in/hands up, Tahnee reaching in, pulling the arms away, nudging and knuckling, then plowing home: sensational, thudding shellack being applied. Brook hobbled, sitting in the ropes, suffering, stroked about both jawlines, legs give a shimmy as Kelly baby-steps for balance, swaying on the spot: she's WRECKED! Destitute at the ropes, HER eyes half closed, body slumping into cables for support. Bell sounds to save Brook - ref bodying a mindless Atkinson back as she's on a power-punching autopilot.

R8: Tahnee jerks a short right uppercut to chin, wobbling Kelly’s backside. Atkinson shifts-right, slops a rangy right hand to jaw - then back underneath with the right uppercut. Brook’s head flinging back, hands low: she's rocked, eyes closed, mouth open. Tahnee stepping in with another clapping right to jaw, really bending into it and DOWN GOES KELLY! Brook on her back all busted up, beaten-down and KNOCKED OUT! KO8 for the winner and STILL Welterweight Champion, Tahnee Atkinson!

After: Kelly brought round on her stool, bellowing across the ring, “You wanted this, well FINISH IT!” Tahnee snarling as she charges the Brook corner, wrestles the fallen challenger to her feet, packs her into the corner and hoists a beefy thigh thick and moist amidships! Kelly doubling forward, Tahnee plants her left foot on the bottom rope for leverage and CLAMPS ON THE SMOTHER! Atkinson sliding the reverse sleeper brawny as biceps and shoulders take over. Tahnee getting her weight into the smother, bending Kelly's head back over the turnbuckle, pouring on the jug, the fallen Brit’s arms flail piteously, then grow feeble - pushing weakly at Atkinson's ribs, or reaching round her back to pull helplessly at hair & shoulders. Tahnee’s lips are pulled back, teeth clenched as she pours it on, shifting her weight now and again, letting her norks do the work. Finally, officials move in - three strong men having to work hard to pull Atkinson's constricting arms and chest from the smothered prey as the new Thunder Goddess refuses to release.