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28 August 2022 Kate Upton vs Charlotte McKinney

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OFFICIAL FCBA "BOILING POINT" PPV 2022

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 August 2022 at 10:15 am

Tale of the Tape:

Charlotte McKinney (32-16-0, 32 KO)
5'7 1/2, 29 years old

vs.

Kate Upton (105-29-0, 103 KO)
5'10, 30 years old

(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)

Intro:
Practically an auto-bid for the Final Four the second she entered the Queen of the Beach Tournament, Kate Upton had largely effortlessly cruised past Iskra Lawrence and Stephanie McMahon to this point; while Charlotte had been decidedly outscored outside of her two knockouts of Charlotte Flair and Stana Katic. While McKinney had been buoyed by raw talent and the assurance that she was the better fighter in her first two bouts, that was far from the case against Upton. Kate had owned her fellow buxom model in their five previous meetings, sporting an assertive 4-1-0 record against McKinney despite the blonde's best efforts to reverse Upton's dominance. With Kate likely having lost track off all the accolades and belts she's been awarded in her decorated career and Charlotte hungry for just her second belt ever, complacency on Upton's part was seemingly McKinney's best hope.

Charlotte sneered as the two met for a chesty display in the center of the sandy ring. Kate's slightly more modest pair held the gravitational advantage as she pressed her bosom into McKinney's heavy, swelling F-cups, mushrooming Charlotte's tightly wrapped chest thanks to her height. Kate's bronzed double-D's were wrapped in a glossy golden monokini that arched high up her curvy hips, splitting her plump cheeks like floss. Charlotte, her golden locks playfully twisted into pigtails, dawned the same star-spangled red, white and blue micro bikini she'd struggled to keep her tits contained in during her bout with Katic. Perhaps a good luck charm.

Round 1:
A hot start would be key for Charlotte to earn some belief, but equally important was simply staying in the fight. Prolonging her exposure to Upton's power and rhythm was her chance to time the towering blonde, and each minute she could spend trading with Upton would only serve to increase her confidence that she could hang. The first round had the feel of a Title fight, with both fighters content to put no more power into their punches than was necessary to test the other's reflexes. There were no overextensions, no wild haymakers, just technically-sound feeling-out. Charlotte's camp had clearly made an impression on her that she could out-move the larger Upton; as the shorter blonde made a habit of darting in and out of Upton's range. A few sturdy right hands from Upton late were answered by a flurry from Charlotte at the bell, dipping past a looping left hand from Kate and countering with a gutting punch to the navel that doubled the favorite. Their trepidation was understandable and likely warranted, but neither fighter did enough to steal the round. Draw.

Round 2:
If Kate was under the impression that round one was all Charlotte had to offer, she found out with a bang that she was dead wrong in the second. For as timid as Charlotte was in the first, she was even more aggressive in the next; pouring through the cracks in Kate's defenses with relentless pressure. Upton's heart fluttered as she was skewered through the tit with a violent left hand, knocking her knees and sending her wobbling into the corner where Charlotte could feast. A pair of right hands to the ribs and Kate was on her heels once again, yelping as her midsection was clubbed incessantly by sharp, biting uppercuts. McKinney's leverage and height disadvantage was helpful in tight, as Kate could do nothing to back Charlotte off from so close. Kate's stumpy right hands were awkward and powerless as she tried to clinch and rabbit punch, but Charlotte managed to artfully discard her blonde shawl and churn a flurry of lefts into Kate's soft belly. A sneaky right hand at the close of the round caught Kate flush in the jaw, splitting her ample cleavage and rattling her braincase just before Charlotte was stopped by the official from making a grave mistake after the bell had already rung. Rare dominance from Charlotte against Upton, and she takes this round 10-8.

Round 3:
Charlotte picked up right where she left off at the bell, rocking Kate with the same left hand that she'd had coiled and ready to deliver at the end of the second. Kate teetered, but stabilized as she went right back into her corner and put up the wall, stalling Charlotte's pressure with some impenetrable defenses that seemed to frustrate the stalking blonde. Charlotte's impatience was noticeable as she began to huff and puff toward the latter half of the round; at one point stamping her heel like a toddler that hadn't gotten their way when Kate refused to engage after a solid minute. A thumping right to the kidney drew a meek whimper from Upton's lips, seemingly invigorating McKinney now that she'd finally made Kate squeal. The punches thrown were all Charlotte, but it was largely a lot of nothing. She takes the round, but not enough was done to make it lopsided. 10-9.

Round 4:
Much to the dismay of her corner, Charlotte decided in the fourth that if Kate wasn't going to play voluntarily, she'd have to make the slumbering giant come out of her shell with some old fashioned instigation. With Upton still walled up behind her guard, Charlotte weaseled in close enough to grab the 'V' of her low-cut monokini, ragdolling Upton into the ropes by the strap covering her left breast. Kate awkwardly slung into the corner and spilled free from her top, squealing as Charlotte grinned ear-to-ear a few feet away. McKinney hardly had time to brace as a furious Upton dipped her shoulder and charged as though she was going to gore the blonde, pulling up short and twisting through a gutting right hand to the blonde's taut belly. Charlotte lawn-chaired as Kate followed with another right that lifted the hunched McKinney off her toes, gurgling as she was clubbed in the cheek by a sharp left that nearly floored her. Charlotte retreated and whipped a reckless left hand that buzzed Upton's bare chest, missing her bouncing targets and finding nothing but air. Upton used her length to harass the reeling blonde, tagging her temple with a meaty right before a straight left hand to the sternum mushroomed the blonde's tightly-wrapped F-cups. Charlotte gutturally wheezed before sagging, pinching her knees together and planting a palm on the sand to keep from collapsing as the round expired. She'd gotten her wish; the Champ was awake. 10-8 Upton.

Round 5:
More of the same from Upton in the fifth, with Charlotte finding little space to make the same impression she'd made early in the fight. She showed a ton of guile and heart to stay in the bout, but a rolling Upton was near impossible to stop. Heavy, thumping leather threatened to break the slender blonde in half as Kate bludgeoned any hunk of meat she could find, flattening Charlotte's ribs with a barrage of tenderizing hooks and pinching uppercuts. The wardrobe malfunction had served to 180 Upton's efforts as she turned up the heat on a backpedaling McKinney, sloshing the drunken blonde from post-to-post. Another dominant round for Upton, 10-8.

Round 6:
Seemingly out of nowhere, Charlotte seemed to emerge out the other side of Upton's storm. The towering Michigan native seemed to run out of gas, allowing McKinney to counter with some heat of her own. Upton's lethargy was ripe for punishment as Charlotte sliced and diced her way through the blonde with rippling uppercuts to the navel, flattening straights to Upton's jiggling tits, and a cherry on top in the form of a brutal club to the side of the head. Kate appeared woozy as she blinked away the confusion etched across her face, once again building her staunch defenses and trying to keep Charlotte at bay. McKinney would have none of it though, as she simply clawed her way through Kate's arms and drove heavy pistons into the blonde's rosy cheeks. Kate's gawky frame looked mortal for the first time as she was forced out of her comfort zone, trying to stifle Charlotte with a pivoting clinch, but only managing to make her belly an easier target. Charlotte desperately churned countless blows into Kate's flexing tummy and pelvis, completely unbothered or unworried that Kate could muster a counter blow. The round ended with Kate gagging against the ropes, completely gutted by McKinney's onslaught. 10-8 McKinney.

Round 7:
Charlotte confidently strode forward after dictating her first round in quite some time, ripping a pair of testing lefts toward Kate's softened midsection. Upton winced as her gut crunched and absorbed the first before she was able to drop her elbows and deflect the second, stamping her heels in the sand as she was staggered a few steps backwards. The towering blonde curled slightly, her spine bowing, exhibiting some vulnerable body language for the first time all evening that Charlotte deftly sniffed out. Pressuring forward, Charlotte split Kate's forearms with a biting right hand that thumped against her lips, the favorite's eyes bulging as she pinwheeled further back, shuffling clumsily through the sand. McKinney stalked and ripped another left-right-left, wobbling Upton with each alternating shot to her ribs as the crowd rose. Upton was in real trouble, hunkering down behind her guard as Charlotte flipped a switch and became unbridled, twisting through a coiled left hand to the somewhat shielded temple of Upton. Kate wobbled again, sliding half a step right as Charlotte twisted her tight frame and cocked a loaded right hand high above her shoulder, slingshotting her gloved fist toward Kate's temple.

THWACK. There was a meaty thump of leather as Charlotte's looping strike extended halfway home, her arm suddenly noodling in mid-air and falling away into nothingness as Kate contorted her abdomen and slung a compact right hand into the bottom of Charlotte's jaw. The blonde's teeth clacked as her springy pigtails whipped through the air, her skull wobbling on her shoulders as a knee buckled inward. Charlotte's heels shuffled through the sand as one of her teardropping breasts spilled free in the aftershock of the impact, teetering sideways before Upton clubbed McKinney right between the eyes with another straight right hand. The blonde's frame went rigid as her arms fell to her sides, her mouthpiece violently ejected halfway across the ring as her skull snapped backwards. Her bare chest shimmying with a jolting convulsion, McKinney tipped backwards and collapsed in a spasming heap on her backside, eyes still wide open as her bulbs fluttered into the back of her skull. The count didn't reach 2 before the official waved McKinney off.

"And your winner, by knockout in Round 7, KATE UPPPPPTON!!!!"