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24 November 2023 Ch Hannah Ferguson vs Adrianne Palicki

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OFFICIAL FCBA "AWESOME AUTUMN" PPV 2023

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 24 November 2023 at 11:51 pm

Hannah Ferguson vs. Adrianne Palicki (Queen of the Beach Title)

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

Hannah:

(30, 5’10, 130, 57:13 FCBA, VIXENs)

Adrianne:

(40, 5’11, 50:44:1 FCBA, Sceej)

BEFORE:

The warm, salty breeze of Malibu plays host to an unusual assembly as the sun begins its descent toward the horizon. Beneath a sky painted in shades of orange and blue, journalists and boxing enthusiasts form a semicircle on the beach, their focus concentrated on the makeshift stage set just beyond the playful reach of the ocean waves. At the center stands Hannah Ferguson, the epitome of athletic poise, her gaze shimmering with the fierce glow of competition.

"I've been looking forward to this," Hannah declares, her voice confident and commanding as it rides over the gentle crash of surf. "Adrianne is a legend, that's for sure. We've both claimed the Welterweight crown, and now it's time to see who truly reigns supreme. My journey to the Hall-of-Fame is clear, and this," she motions to the coveted title belt, catching the last golden rays of daylight, "is a milestone I plan to conquer. Adrianne's recent win just shows she's in prime form—a perfect challenge for me to overcome."

The gathered crowd soaks in her confidence, murmuring and nodding, the electric charge of impending battle hanging tangibly in the air. Adrianne Palicki then steps up, her presence seasoned with the grit of her own recent victories, etching a determined aura around her.

"Age is just a number when you fight like I do," Adrianne responds with a smile, her gaze sweeping across the audience before locking with Hannah's. "This young lioness is eager, that much is clear. But I'm the seasoned huntress here. Taking the Jaguar Title from Stana Katic was a thrill, but not my peak. I'm here to soar even higher, and if that means I have to soar through Hannah to affirm that I'm still a force among the welterweight elite, then that's exactly what I'll do."

The sun casts long shadows over the impromptu ring set on the beach, a clear arena demarcated in the soft, golden sands. The ring-posts are nothing more than sturdy wooden stakes, driven deep into the beach to withstand the onslaught of the impending bout. The ropes, frayed and thick with use, are bound tightly between the posts, forming a square that seems both a part of the beach and a world apart.

Waves lap gently at the edges of the fighting space, as if even the ocean itself respects the boundaries of the ring. The setting sun bathes everything in a warm, orange glow, turning the arena into a stage fit for the epic confrontation that is about to unfold.

As Hannah Ferguson and Adrianne Palicki approach the center for the pre-fight staredown, the ring seems to shrink around them, focusing all attention on the two figures about to clash. The sand beneath their feet is smooth, untouched by the day's beachgoers, set aside for this moment where the only footprints will be those of combat and competition.

Hannah stands in a vibrant red bikini that contrasts starkly with her tanned skin, her toned physique a testament to rigorous training and discipline. Her blond hair is pulled back tightly, ensuring not a single strand obscures her vision. She slips her hands into red gloves that match her bikini, the laces pulled tight and secure. Bare feet are anchored firmly in the sand, ready to maneuver with the fluidity of a seasoned fighter.

Adrianne, just an inch taller, uses her slight height advantage to try to impose dominance in the staredown. Her bikini is a deep blue, like the depths of the ocean, complementing her athletic form. Her body, while strong and well-conditioned, carries the seasoned musculature of a veteran who has faced many battles, the subtle differences in their build highlighting the contrast between Hannah's swimmer-like sleekness and Adrianne's more statuesque frame. Her brown locks are similarly restrained away from her face, her gloves a matching shade of blue.

They step into each other's space, noses almost touching, neither willing to concede an inch. Hannah's gaze is fierce, her green eyes bright with the flame of her youth and ambition. Adrianne's eyes, steel-blue and equally intense, reflect the fire of her vast experience and the cool calm of a fighter who has walked this path many times before.

For a moment, they are silent statues, two silent warriors measuring the will of their opponents. Around them, the crowd draws a collective breath, the only sound the whisper of waves and the soft murmur of the onlookers. Then, without a word, they turn and retreat to their corners, leaving behind a trail of anticipation in the sandy ring that is now their battlefield.

The referee signals for the start of this Welterweight contest! There’s the opening bell, and this here’s for the Queen of the Beach title!

ROUND 1:

Palicki, using her height advantage and experience, comes out with a measured approach, her eyes fixed on Ferguson like a hawk stalking its prey. The initial exchanges are tentative, each fighter gauging the other's range and reactions. Hannah, with a champion's pride, looks for an opening, trying to slip inside Adrianne's longer reach. She fires off a couple of jabs, but Adrianne deflects them with the ease of a seasoned professional. The older fighter's footwork is impeccable, dancing back and forth on bare feet, her bare soles stirring the sand. The challenger then turns up the heat, pressing forward with a series of calculated strikes. Her left jab finds its home repeatedly, snapping Hannah's head back and setting up for heavier rights. Ferguson tries to retaliate with power shots, but Palicki’s defense is tight, her gloves absorbing the punches with minimal effect. As the round progresses, the exchanges grow more intense, but Adrianne maintains a slight edge, her punches more accurate, her movement more fluid. Hannah finds some success with body shots, but they're too few to tilt the round in her favor. The crowd is vocal, split in their loyalties, as each fighter lands and absorbs blows. In the last ten seconds, a solid one-two from Adrianne snaps Hannah's head back just before the bell. Both women retreat to their corners, breathing heavily, but it’s Adrianne who wears a small, confident smile, having edged out the round on points. Hannah nods to her corner, her determination undaunted, aware that this is only the beginning.

ROUND 2:

Ferguson bounces up and down, shaking off the cobwebs from the first round. She's come to understand that she won't win this fight on the defensive. With a renewed fire, she launches into action with a swift change in tactics. Right off the bell, she closes the distance, showing a willingness to take a punch to give one. Palicki throws a jab, but Hannah slips past it, countering with a crisp combination to the body that forces a grunt from her lips instead. Ferguson’s strategy is clear: she aims to sap the strength from her taller opponent with thudding shots to the midsection. Hannah's aggression pays dividends as she corrals Adrianne toward the frayed ropes. Palicki tries to circle away, but the blonde champ is relentless, cutting off the dunes expertly. A left hook from Ferguson catches Adrianne flush on the jaw, and for a moment, it seems as though she might waver! The crowd roars, sensing the shift in momentum. Hannah's fans chant her name as she dominates the center of the sandy ring, dictating the rest of the pace. She feints another jab high before landing a hard right that snaps Adrianne's head to the side, beads of sweat flying into the warm afternoon air. In the final minute, it's all the Vixen’s show! Hannah’s confidence soars with every landed punch, her combinations flowing more smoothly now. She ends the round with a particularly effective flurry that backs Adrianne up close to the ropes, and it's Palicki who seems relieved to hear the bell. Hannah strides back to her corner with a determined nod from her coach, having claimed the second round widely on points. Adrianne, in contrast, is more contemplative, recognizing the need to recalibrate if she's to regain her earlier ascendancy.

ROUND 3:

As the bell rings, Palicki explodes from her corner with a vehemence that heralds a change in tide. She cuts across the sand with purpose, her shadow long in the late afternoon sun, an embodiment of a hunter closing in. Hannah Ferguson, still riding the high of the previous round, meets her head-on, but Adrianne’s experience shines through as she feints a jab and lands a devastating uppercut into the softer territory above Hannah's navel—OUFF! The force of the blow doubles Hannah over, her body momentarily crumpling, betraying the impact. The crowd is audible in their reaction, the thud of glove on flesh sounding like a drumbeat against the surf. Hannah, gasping, tries to regain her bearings, her gloves coming up in a protective shell. Adrianne, smelling blood, does not relent. She weaves a series of looping hooks to Hannah’s cheek, each one landing with a spray of sweat, her punches a symphony of power and precision that rings out over the tumult of the crowd. Ferguson is on the back foot now, her movements tinged with desperation. She throws punches in return, hoping to slow the advance, but they lack her earlier ferocity. Palicki is a juggernaut, each hit she lands further asserting her control over the round. With a punishing combination to Hannah’s chest, Adrianne solidifies her claim, each thudding impact a punctuation in the narrative of the fight. When the bell rings, it's clear this chapter belongs to Palicki. She walks back to her corner with an air of someone who has just put the world on notice, her dominance this round unquestionable. The judges' scorecards reflect the clear disparity, awarding her a wide 10-9 for the round. In her corner, Hannah breathes heavily, knowing she needs to regroup and refocus if she's to defend her title against a resurgent and confident challenger.

ROUND 4:

Hannah, her golden skin shining under the sun, looks reenergized, ready to affirm her dominion. She lunges forward with a burst of speed that belies the fight's progression, her gloves popping like the crack of a whip – PAK, PAK, PAK – as she corrals Adrianne Palicki back with precision. Adrianne, the pride of her recent Jaguar Title win evident in her determined stance, tries to circle away, but Hannah is relentless. A staccato of leather on skin – THWAP, THWAP – sings as Ferguson lands a crisp one-two combo on Adrianne's guard, which begins to buckle under the onslaught. Trapped against the makeshift rope, Adrianne's back to the sea, the stakes holding the frayed ropes groan, echoing the strain. Hannah, sensing the moment, shifts her weight and delivers a thudding right to Adrianne's midsection – THUD – forcing a grunt from her opponent, the sound lost to the roar of the crowd and the hiss of the nearby waves. Hannah's left hook swoops in, a graceful arc of power that lands flush on Adrianne's jaw, a loud SMACK resonating, drawing a collective gasp from the onlookers. Adrianne's head snaps to the side, a spray of sweat arcing like a halo around her as she's momentarily pressed into the vertical strands of the ring. "Ferguson’s on fire!" yells a voice from the crowd. And the Vixen sure is, as Hannah's fists continue to drum a relentless rhythm – BAP BAP BAP – on Palicki's torso, each punch a potential fight-ender. But the veteran fighter is sturdy, her jaw set, eyes still burning with the fight as she absorbs the punishing sequence. Then, with a clinch, Adrianne stalls Hannah's assault, her own breaths coming in ragged heaves on the blonde’s shoulder, each one fighting through the exhaustion and the pain. The bell rings, signaling the end of the round, and both warriors step back, their heavy breaths now competing with the ocean's whispers. Adrianne, off the ropes now, has a bruise blossoming on her jawline, a physical testament to Hannah's wide-margin victory this round. But there's no defeat in her eyes, only the glint of a challenge. She knows the fight isn’t over yet, and so does Hannah.

ROUND 5:

The round begins with the sun now dipping towards the horizon, casting long, dramatic shadows across the ring. Palicki, her body glistening with the sheen of exertion, bounds out from her corner with a renewed ferocity in her eyes. The challenger’s been biding her time, and now wills the pendulum of momentum to swing her way. With a deft sidestep and a coiled spring in her legs, she evades an opening jab number from Ferguson, before countering with a thunderous right hand that connects – CRACK – snapping Hannah's head back, and dazing the Queen of the Beach herself! The crowd is on their feet as Adrianne seizes control in a flash, her fists like hammers as they find their mark on Hannah's chin, chest, and belly – BANG, BANG, BANG! Hannah is driven back across the dunes, her feet tracing a desperate dance in the sand, trying to find traction where there is none. Adrianne, sensing the shift, becomes the embodiment of the chase. She steers Hannah towards the ropes with a series of well-placed blows to her arms and sides that resonate with the sound of imminent peril – WHAP, WHAP, WHAP. The Vixen is now the one ensnared, her back scraping against the ropes, which shudder and creak with the impacts on her body. Adrianne, with precision and power, targets the blonde’s chin with a hook that rattles Ferguson’s guard, a SMACK that echoes over the waves. She follows up with a vicious combination to the breasts – THUMP, THUMP -- sending both mounds flying awkwardly against gravity, and then a brutal assault to the tummy – THUD, THUD – that folds Hannah over. Hannah’s arms wrap around her midsection instinctively, trying to shield herself from the onslaught. Each hit from Adrianne is like a drumbeat, relentless and hard, the sound carrying far and wide, a testament to her wide scoring this round. Finally, the bell sounds, and the fighters peel away from each other, breathing heavily. Hannah, her hair now wild and face marked with the battle, uses the ropes to steady herself, whereas Adrianne struts back to her corner, her chest heaving but her eyes alight with the fire of a woman who's just turned the tide. The sands of the ring, now disturbed by the scuffle, hold the imprints of a round dominantly claimed by Palicki!

ROUND 6:

The heat of the early rounds has barely dissipated when Adrianne bursts forward, her intent clear: to establish dominance quickly. She moves with a surprising grace for her solid build, her feet sinking slightly in the sand, giving her shots an earthy gravitas. Hannah, eyes narrowing, raises her gloves, anticipating the onslaught. Palicki unleashes a wide uppercut aimed squarely at Ferguson’s taut abdomen, the punch sinking into flesh with a thud that resonates over the lap of waves—OUFF! Ferguson reels from the impact, her ab muscles quivering from the force, a sheen of sweat making her skin glisten under the sun. But she’s not to be outdone. With the resilience of the champion she is, Hannah answers back—a rapid triplet to Adrianne's midsection, HUP HUP HUP, the sound of her gloves against flesh punctuating each hit. She capitalizes on the recoil, snapping Palicki’s head back with a vicious uppercut that draws a collective gasp from the onlookers. The crowd's roar is deafening, the atmosphere electric, neither warrior giving an inch. Palicki, her jaw set, charges once more. She hooks a right to Hannah’s face, her glove grazing off Ferguson’s cheek, but follows through, catching her with a combo to the left-right of Hannah’s chest. The champion stumbles, breath hitching as the punches land with thudding precision, but she stays upright, her gaze locked with Adrianne's.As the bell sounds, signaling the end of the round, it's Ferguson who edges out the scorecards with a razor-thin margin, her ability to retaliate under pressure earning her a close 10-9 from the judges. The crowd buzzes, knowing this fight is turning into a showcase of skill and heart from both fighters.

ROUND 7:

Both Ferguson and Palicki meet in the center of the sand dunes with a clash that's more like the meeting of tides than fists. Immediately, Adrianne's gloves are a blur, a tempest that storms in and wishes to wreck Hannah upon the rocks. Palicki, with the tenacity of a seasoned gladiator, corrals her blonde rival into the makeshift corner where the ropes, frayed and thick, and barely contain the action. The posts, nothing more than weathered wooden stakes, creak under the force of their combined weight as Adrianne turns the screws, pouring on the pressure. Her gloves, like twin hammers, ram inwards in a relentless downpour on Hannah's guard. Each blow is thrown with force, the forty-year-old wanting not just to punish but penetrate the Vixen's defenses. Adrianne targets the softening belly and the protected chest of her opponent, the thud of leather on flesh punctuated by the muffled grunts from Hannah's lips – WHAP, WHAP, WHUMP! Ferguson’s arms quiver with the strain of keeping her guard high, but her body curling instinctively to shield against the body blows that just keep coming. But Adrianne uses slight openings, those tiny chinks in the armor to snap vicious hooks into Hannah's ribs, seeking to pry her guard wide open and to expose the treasure of her chin. The crowd watches with bated breath as Hannah absorbs the onslaught. Adrianne's strikes are methodical, a strategic barrage aiming to force the Vixen's arms down, to leave her head unprotected. She alternates her focus: a harsh hook to the side of her breast, another savage uppercut chopped to the belly, each strike a calculated attempt to chip away at Hannah's resolve. But the Queen of the Beach is no easy throne to usurp. Midway through the minute, the Vixen digs deep, finding that well of grit and championship mettle. She rallies, throwing Adrianne off with a desperate swing to the forehead, another hook catching the brunette across her chin, and the crowd roars as Hannah turns the tide, her own fists flashing in tandem, beating the challenger back! Slack-jawed and drained of power, now it's Adrianne who’s on the defensive, retreating under the relentless assault, as Hannah drives right across the ring! With each step, with each punch, the champ reclaims her territory, until Adrianne is the one with her back pressed against the ropes, the opposite corner becoming her temporary prison. And in a stunning reversal of fortunes, Hannah unleashes hell! The Vixen narrows her eyes and throws herself onto her battered prey, their bodies clashing with the intimate ferocity of close-quarters combat. Trapped, Adrianne, her face a grimace, tries to turtle behind her locked gloves, but Hannah cleverly entwines their limbs, her thighs pressed up against Adrianne's in a physical assertion of dominance, their skin slick and sliding. The blonde leans in, her shoulder digging into Adrianne's chest, her breath hot against the cheek of her rival. And with her foe immobilized, Hannah’s right glove finds its home again and again, sinking thudding hooks into the softness beneath the ribs – THWACK, THWACK, THWACK – each blow punctuated by Adrianne's involuntary grunts, a guttural soundtrack to the punishment – UGH, UHN. Then, the tempo changes; Hannah shifts her weight, and a barrage of uppercuts rains upward into her form. The muffled slam of leather against the underside of Adrianne’s breasts – WHUMP, WHUMP – forces stifled cries from her lips, a pained "HUUF" escaping with each concussive hit. Adrianne's guard drops, instinctively trying to protect where it hurts the most, leaving her chin unguarded. Hannah, with a fighter’s instinct, capitalizes on the opening. She snaps a lightning-quick jab-cross combination – PAFF, POW – right on the button of Adrianne's chin. And the challenger’s head ROCKS back, a spray of sweat arcing through the air, her legs now barely holding her up. And then, the fall; Adrianne's body follows the path laid out by Hannah’s fists, collapsing into the sand with a thud that silences the crowd. The impact – a soft crunch against the fine beach – is the exclamation point to Hannah’s fierce rally. She backs away, chest heaving, gloves at the ready, as the referee slides in, his count cutting through the roar of the ocean and the heavy breaths of the fighters – "One! Two! Three!...". But Palicki ain’t getting up from all fours, shivering with quit left and right, swaying in the sandy wind! ...Eight... Nine... Ten!" And that’s it! The referee’s waving his arms overhead, declaring this OVER!

Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Adrianne Palicki via KO7!

AFTER:

Hannah turns to face the crowd, her arms raised in triumph. The audience's cheers cascade over her like the nearby waves, but she seeks a more iconic moment, something that will capture the essence of her victory and broadcast her message of dominance.

She strides over to where Adrianne is still recovering, her breaths drawing deep furrows in the sand. With a measured grace, she climbs the nearest dune, standing above the fallen champion. The sun's rays crown her in glory, casting her shadow over Adrianne’s prone form. Hannah looks out at the sea, then down at her vanquished foe, an idea igniting in her eyes.

Hannah, her breaths heavy with exertion and triumph, bends down to Adrianne, who lies supine on the sand, the aftermath of battle etched into the lines of her unconscious form. With a practiced grip, Hannah clasps Adrianne's arms, pulling the inert weight of her adversary toward the ring's impromptu epicenter.

As Hannah aligns Adrianne's body with the center of the ring, she positions herself at the head of the fallen champion. She pauses for a brief moment, allowing the cameras to capture the stark contrast of power and defeat. Then, Hannah lowers herself down in a slow, controlled descent. The straddle is complete, executed with a grace that belies the sheer physicality of the act. Hannah's knees plant firmly into the sand on either side of Adrianne's head, her toned muscles standing in relief against the setting sun.

There is a quiet power in Hannah's posture as she settles in, the curve of her back arching slightly as she raises her hands above her head in a champion's pose. Her eyes are closed, her face angled skyward, embodying the unassailable spirit of a warrior who has bested her foe. Below her, Adrianne's chest rises and falls rhythmically, her unconsciousness rendering her oblivious to the ignominious position she has been placed in.

Hannah's victory is etched into every line of her physique as she assumes the position of absolute dominance over Adrianne. Her thighs, sculpted from countless hours of training and combat, press down with insistent force onto Adrianne's chest and shoulders, her flesh bearing down on Adrianne's heaving torso, restraining any involuntary reactions from the vanquished fighter.

Adrianne's face is obscured beneath Hannah, her features pressed into the softness of Hannah's buttocks as the victor lowers herself with a decisive lack of hesitation. This isn't just a moment of triumph but a physical branding of superiority, Hannah's skin against Adrianne's cheek, the latter's features distorted by the pressure and the immovable nature of the pose.

As Hannah leans forward, her balance shifts, and the insistent grind of her hips ensures Adrianne is firmly pinned beneath her. Hannah's hands then come into play, not content with the smothering weight, they seek out the flushed canvas of Adrianne's stomach. Her fists knead into the soft, reddened flesh, a pummeling rhythm that leaves no room for resistance. With each press of her hands, Hannah ensures the immobility of her foe, her wide-spread legs locking in the position, creating an inescapable seal of flesh and will.

Adrianne, in her subdued state, can only yield to the encompassing presence atop her, the sensation of breathlessness more than just physical as the reality of her defeat is driven home with each of Hannah's movements. Hannah's silhouette against the dimming sky is a stark reminder of the prowess and authority she commands, a figure of strength rendered in the contours of flesh and spirit over the conquered.

Moments after the dramatic conclusion, with the thrum of the crowd still echoing behind them, Hannah Ferguson and Adrianne Palicki stand before the press, their bodies concealed only by the plush fabric of beach towels. The salty breeze from the ocean does little to cool the heat of the moment as the fighters address the media.

Adrianne, her pride as fierce as her fighting spirit, doesn't let the defeat silence her. "For someone ten years my junior, Hannah's performance was nothing short of abysmal," she asserts, her voice laced with defiance. Despite the physical toll of the fight, her posture remains undaunted as she shakes her head and wraps the towel tighter around her frame, trying to cover up most of the reddening skin. "Let’s not forget, it took her seven rounds to put me down, and those weren't exactly her best," Adrianne proclaims, a wry smile curving her lips. "If she thinks a little pose at the end is gonna break my spirit, well, I've seen more ferocity in a catfight between beach housewives.”

Hannah, draped in a beach towel that does little to conceal the fighter's chiseled physique, exudes an air of relaxed triumph. Her grin is bright, and her eyes hold the spark of recent victory as she replies to Adrianne's comments with a serene confidence. "I won at the end of the day," she states firmly, the satisfaction evident in her voice. "And let's not forget, it was Adrianne who ended up tits-up in the sand, catching her breath under me."

She leans back in her beach chair, the smile turning into a smirk as she continues her verbal sparring, clearly enjoying the afterglow of her physical conquest. "For all the talk about age and experience, it seems I had the stamina where it counted. Maybe next time, she'll manage to last without hitting the sand." Hannah's words, light but barbed, serve as a reminder of her dominance and a promise of her continued reign as the 'Queen of the Beach.'