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16 December 2023 Hannah Ferguson vs Bo Krsmanovic

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VIX: ALL SADDLED UP @ CASTLE THEATRE

Posted by caspian on 16 December 2023 at 7:41 am

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

4. Hannah Ferguson vs. Bo Krsmanovic (Body Saddle)

Hannah:
(30, 5’10, 130, 94:24 FCBA, VIXENs)

Bojana:
(31, 5’11, 21:27 FCBA, Pretty Little Punchers)

BEFORE:
It’s been a long while since these two big girls brawled, with Hannah Ferguson having won every encounter thus far against the ravishing and powerful Bo Krsmanovic. Will the FOURTH time be the charm for the busty Serbian, especially with the added stipulation of the body saddle rules in effect?

“I almost overpowered Hannah the last time we fought. And from the looks of it, she hasn’t found a counter to my power,” Bojana states confidently during the earlier press conference, folding her arms in front of her chest. Compared to previous years, the Serbian fighter hasn’t been as active in the ring, with the only fight she’d had this year a loss to Queen’s Tiera Skovbye. “I’ve obviously been keeping busy with my modeling career,” Bo clarifies with an annoyed expression. “That doesn’t mean I haven’t been keeping myself fit and active, and most importantly, it doesn’t I can’t bust Hannah open and ride her by the end of the evening.”

Hannah caught rolling her eyes from across the table. The Golden Girl looks ravishing and relaxed in her own slice of the world. Truly, she continues to remain at the top of her game, having defended her Queen of the Beach title against Palicki last month, and keeping an active schedule with another projected, easy win against Krsmanovic. “I’m surprised Bo wants another beating,” Hannah starts with a curt reply. “As many times as she wants to get knocked out, I’m game. Only this time, I’ll be happy to ride her about the ring until she gets the message that she's simply inferior, in every way possible.”

Both ladies are around the same age and height, but Krsmanovic coming in with slightly more bulk as always. That power hasn’t helped her in the past, however, with Hannah’s agility and precision proving to be superior tools to edging out her foe. Will Bojana have learned her lessons in their fourth encounter? Only time will tell.

The staredown on stage is tense but uneventful, with Bojana employing more psychological tricks by continuing to insult and taunt the Vixen to her face, even when they meet face-to-face. Even a provocative finger thrust into Hannah’s chest is met with a steely glare, with Ferguson choosing to reserve her comeback and punches for the ring itself. Bojana, however, sees the lack of response as weakness and another example of the Vixen’s flagging ambitions. She lets out a laugh and maintains her stream of nasty comments whilst being led back to her backstage area.

A day later, Hannah is the first to make her way into the arena, sporting a long, flowing silver robe that sparkles with gold and red flashes of entrance lights. Underneath the hood, the Golden Girl is sporting her namesake’s color, wearing a loose bikini top and red boxing short trunks. She waves black gloves to the crowd, and sheds her robe once she’s in the ring to reveal her toned physique.

By contrast, Big Bo has gone for her signature baby blue bikini top and a pair of black trunks, waving white gloves as she struts down the ramp. She’s got her long dark brunette hair in a tight ponytail, as she glances at the waiting body saddle by the ringside, before daringly gesturing to it, and then at Hannah, indicating her intentions to use it on the former Welterweight champ by the end of the night.

Squared off at opposing ends of the ring, both fighters look ready to get in there and back their words up with their fists! The referee gets the nod from both women, and waves for the opening bell! HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Welterweight action! This here’s another Body Saddle contest!

ROUND 1:
The bell heralds the start of the fight, and immediately, Ferguson springs into action, her lithe form cutting through the air with the grace of a seasoned boxer. Her black gloves dart forward in a flurry of jabs, aiming to strike fast and hard. The sound of her gloves snapping against Bojana's guard fills the arena, but Krsmanovic, slightly bulkier and emanating raw power, absorbs the initial barrage with a stoic expression. The Serb’s biding her time, her white gloves raised defensively as she gauges Hannah's rhythm. But soon, her patience turns to aggression. With a sudden burst, she fires forth a series of powerful hooks. One particularly hefty blow pounds into Ferguson's arms, one of which landing squarely on her cheek with a resounding ‘WHACK', forcing the Vixen to stagger back. Unfazed, Hannah's agility shines through, dancing around Bojana's power, slipping a heavy swing and then countering with a rapid one-two punch combo to the ribs, followed swiftly by an uppercut that grazes the Serbian's chin, eliciting a sharp grunt from Krsmanovic. As the round nears its end, Big Bo's strategy begins to take shape. She feints high before shoving a solid right straight into Hannah's torso, forcing a muffled 'OOF' from Ferguson's lips. But Hannah simply bounces back, peppering Bojana with a series of quick strikes, targeting her opponent's head and body. The sound of leather on flesh echoes around the arena, punctuated by the fighters' sharp exhales with each connecting punch. And in the dying seconds, a particularly fierce exchange sees Hannah land a stinging right cross to Bojana's jaw, momentarily jolting her head to the side. Bojana, though visibly shaken, holds her ground as the bell rings. Both fighters return to their corners, breathing heavily. Hannah wipes away a bead of sweat, her eyes focused and calculating. Bojana, looking slightly more winded, listens intently to her corner's advice, her chest heaving with each deep breath. It’s a closely contested round, but Hannah’s combination of speed and precision gives her a marginal edge.

ROUND 2:
Krsmanovic seems rejuvenated, immediately storming forward and taking the offensive, closing the distance between herself and Hannah with powerful strides. Her white gloves find their mark early, a low, thumping shot to Hannah's stomach making the Vixen wince, the sound of the impact, a deep 'THUD', and the blonde’s face contorts in pain, making it clear she’s still in the game. Hannah, ever the tactician, switches her strategy, focusing on Bojana's torso. She circles the Serbian, looking for openings. Her gloves then snap forward and to the side, crisp jabs targeting Bojana's breasts and midsection, each punch landing with a sharp 'PAP' against the fabric of Bojana's bikini top, making the brunette grunt with each hit. But Bo looks more irritated than fazed, using the opportunity to counter. And as Ferguson commits to her body shots, Bojana exploits openings in her defense, swerving to the side to land a solid right hook to the side of Hannah's face, the slap of leather against her head echoing loudly with a WHAP! OUCH! Ferguson's head snaps to the side, a spit of saliva flying from her mouth, as she stumbles backward, looking dazed! The round continues in a similar pattern, with Hannah landing her series of well-targeted body shots, but each time leaving herself vulnerable to Bojana's punishing counters. Bojana's powerful hooks and crosses find their home on Hannah's cheeks and jaw, each connection forcing groans and grunts from her lips. In the last minute, Bojana ramps up her attack, driving Hannah towards the ropes with a series of heavy blows across her bow. Ferguson, now on the defensive, tries to block and weave, but Bojana's onslaught is relentless. A particularly hefty uppercut from Krsmanovic lands flush on Hannah's chin, making her knees buckle momentarily as her eyes widen in shock! Not looking good for the Golden Girl!! As the bell rings, signaling the end of the round, both fighters take a moment to catch their breath. Hannah, now more cautious, touches her reddening face, assessing the damage. Bojana, her confidence growing, strides back to her corner, a slight smirk on her lips. It’s a close round, but Bojana’s power and effective counter-punching have given her a slight edge in the second.

ROUND 3:
Krsmanovic wastes no time in asserting her dominance, here more confident strides forward, her eyes locked on Hannah as if she's prey. Without hesitation, she launches a barrage of punches, each one aimed with precision at the blonde’s already battered body. Bo’s more targeted this time, pounding high on the Vixen’s arms before reaching under and shoving leather into Hannah’s waistline, each hit to her stomach earning a loud HOUFF! from her lips. Hannah, trying to stand her ground, then attempts to trade blows with the bigger brunette. She throws her own hooks and haymakers overhead, aiming for Bojana's head and torso, but Krsmanovic's sheer power and resilience see her absorbing the hits and continuing her punishing assault, and with every wild and fierce exchange, it becomes increasingly evident that Ferguson is being outmatched in strength. Bo HAMMERS away at Hannah's midsection, her gloves sinking deep into the blonde's abdomen. Each heavy blow forces a pained grunt from Hannah, her face contorting with each hit. In a climactic moment, the big Serb drives her foe back against the ropes. The Golden Girl's back presses against the ropes, her options for movement drastically reduced, and Bo simply plants her feet and UNLEASHES on the trapped blonde! A series of devastating uppercuts fly inwards, with Hannah's attempts to block in vain, as the punches break through her guard, one particularly brutal uppercut burying itself into the pit of her belly. As the bell rings, Bojana still has Hannah pinned against the ropes, her fist half-embedded in Hannah’s stomach! The poor blonde’s body is folded over Bojana's glove, a groan escaping from her throat, as she clings onto Bo’s shoulders, her gumshield forced out between her lips. The crowd is in a frenzy, witnessing the sheer dominance of Krsmanovic. Bojana takes the chance to relish in her dominance, leaning in close, her breath hot against Hannah's ear. "Not so tough now, are you?" she taunts, her voice dripping with disdain. "Looks like you're the one who's about to get a ride." But the referee quickly steps in, pulling Bojana away from the battered and bruised Ferguson, who hangs on the ropes, gasping for air, clearly shaken by the intensity of Bojana's assault. As both fighters are guided back to their corners, the momentum is clearly in Bojana’s favor, her confidence soaring with each passing minute of the fight.

ROUND 4:
But as the fourth kicks off, Hannah comes out with a renewed fire in her eyes. Despite that pinkish waistline she’s sporting, she moves forward with more purpose, her fists ready to unleash her own brand of punishment. With agile movements, Hannah ducks and weaves around more of Bojana's attempts to land punches, before countering with a series of swift, precise strikes. She targets her chest with a series of rapid jabs, each one landing with a thud that sends the Serbian's breasts jiggling to the side. Bojana grunts with each impact, her attempts to retaliate slowed by the sudden onslaught. Hannah's assault is relentless, her gloves dancing across Bojana's body, snapping her head to one side with a well-placed hook. With more tense combinations and flurries, Hannah works Bojana back to the ropes. Bojana tries to defend herself more, but Hannah's speed and poise means she’s hounding her head one moment, and the other, targeting Bo’s belly, her fists pounding into her midsection like a drum. Each hit sinks into the flesh, drawing loud, pained groans from Bojana. Her body shudders under the impact, her insides feeling like they're being churned by Hannah's relentless fists. In the closing moments of the round, Hannah's assault intensifies, her focus razor-sharp on Bojana's vulnerable midsection. With Bojana now pinned helpless against the ropes, Hannah steps in closer, reducing the distance between them to mere inches. Her eyes are locked onto her target, her right hand, curled into a tight fist, launches upwards in a series of deliberate uppercuts into a spot right at the pit of Bojana's trembling belly. Each punch burrows deep into the soft flesh of Bojana's stomach, the impact resonating with a deep, muffled thud. Bojana's body reacts instinctively, each blow folding her over into Hannah's waiting embrace. Her abs contract painfully with each hit, trying futilely to absorb the brutal punishment. The Serbian's groans grow louder, more pained with every blow landing. Her body shudders violently, the force of the punches causing her to buckle forward repeatedly. She clutches at Hannah's shoulders, her own arms trembling, using them as the only support to keep herself upright. Meanwhile, Hannah's expression is one of fierce determination, her entire focus on the task of breaking down her opponent. With each uppercut, she watches as Bo's strength wanes, her once formidable resistance now reduced to mere survival. As the bell rings to end the round, Hannah doesn’t immediately step back. Instead, she leans in close, her lips brushing against the Serbian's stunned cheek. "How did that feel, Bo? Ready to be ridden?" Bojana, panting and grimacing, can only lean heavily against the ropes, her body marked by the ferocity of Hannah's attack. The referee steps in, urging Hannah back to her corner. The crowd is electrified by the turn of events, with Hannah clearly having regained some ground in this grueling match.

ROUND 5:
It begins anew with Hannah coming out strong, buoyed by her previous round's success. She moves with a dancer's grace, her fists a flurry as she lands more crisp jabs and crosses to the arms, thinking she’s got this fight in the bag. Krsmanovic, however, absorbs the initial barrage, her eyes never leaving Ferguson's. The Serbian's patience pays off as she catches Hannah with a powerful right counter cross to the chin, stunning the Vixen and swinging the momentum in her favor. Bojana capitalizes on this opening, beating her assault back as Hannah gets forced towards the ropes when she has no choice but to raise her arms and absorb more heavy, thudding blows that keep her off-balance. Then, with Hannah clinging to the ropes for support, Bojana presses in close, her larger frame threatening to overwhelm the blonde. Bo gets to work, returning the favor by targeting Hannah's vulnerable and breathing lower belly with ruthless efficiency. Each uppercut sinks deep into her soft midsection, making her toned tummy visibly quiver and fold over her gloves. The crowd can almost feel the impact of each punishing blow as Hannah's body lurches with each strike, her groans of pain becoming more desperate. But Bojana doesn’t relent. She shifts her focus to Hannah’s breasts, her gloves thudding against the soft flesh. The force of her punches is so great that it threatens to pop Hannah's breasts out of her bikini top, each glove leaving a harsh indent in the flesh. The visual is both brutal and mesmerizing as Bojana continues to batter her opponent without mercy. But the culmination of Bojana's relentless attack comes with a devastating uppercut to Hannah's chin. The blow lands with a sickening thud, snapping Hannah's head back. For a moment, time seems to stand still before Ferguson crumples to the canvas, the crowd gasping in shock! It’s a beauty of a KNOCKDOWN from Bo Krsmanovic!!

Immediately, the referee rushes in to begin the count. Hannah, dazed and struggling, shows the heart of a champion as she slowly pulls herself up by the ropes. By the count of eight, she's on her feet, though clearly shaken. The bell rings soon after, signaling the end of a round dominated by Bojana's sheer power and aggression.

But Bojana Krsmanovic defies the official's commands, her eyes still locked onto a vulnerable Hannah, and a little peeved that the Golden Girl chose to get back up in the first place. With a predator's grace, Big Bo strides right over to the cornered Vixen, ignoring the referee's protests. Further leaning in and pinning Hannah against the ropes, Bo uses her body to aggressively press her hips and torso into the champ’s weakened form, effectively trapping her. Then, with a cruel smirk, Bo continues her assault. Her gloves plunge into Hannah's softened belly with a series of heavy, muffled thuds - "Thump! Thump! WHUDD!" Each punch sinks deep, visibly contorting Hannah's toned stomach, her muscles spasming under the relentless barrage. Hannah's face contorts in pain, a sharp groan escaping her lips with each blow. Bo's cruel precision is evident as she targets the base of Hannah's breasts next. The leather of her gloves deforms the soft flesh with every impact, making harsh indents that elicit a series of pained gasps from Ferguson - "Ugh! Ahh!" The sight is brutal, Bo's gloves seeming to almost engulf the lower part of Hannah's breasts as they make contact, pushing and squashing the flesh with controlled ferocity. The ropes become Hannah's only support, preventing her from collapsing to the mat under Bo's unyielding assault. Bojana's hips continue to grind against Hannah's, keeping her in place, as she playfully yet punishingly digs her gloves into Ferguson's battered body, each punch a statement of her superiority.

The bell finally rings rapidly in protest, as an army of ring officials threaten to slide under the ropes and intervene, but not before Bo lands one final, disdainful punch to Hannah's midsection, a parting gift that leaves Ferguson bent over, clutching her stomach and gasping for air. The referee forcefully intervenes, pushing Bo back to her corner, but the damage has been done. Hannah remains slumped against the ropes, a clear sign of the toll taken by Bo's ruthless, unsanctioned assault!

ROUND 6:
Bo not giving two shits about her previous round’s penalties, the mere sight of Ferguson, visibly shocked and still recovering from the previous round's onslaught, making it more than worthwhile. Hannah, however, chooses to adopt a more strategic approach, maintaining her distance, circling the big Krsmanovic with renewed caution and intelligence. The Golden Girl’s agility is on full display as she moves lithely around the ring, picking off her larger opponent with precision strikes. And Bo, despite her power and size advantage, starts showing signs of fatigue. Her movements become slightly sluggish, her powerful strikes not as frequent as before. Hannah capitalizes on this, launching swift jabs and crosses, targeting her head and body from a safe distance. Each punch from Ferguson doesn’t carry the brute force of Bo's, but they're precise, snapping Bo's head back or thudding against her torso, slowly but steadily wearing her down. Bojana does manage to land a few heavy strikes to Hannah’s torso when she manages to close the distance. Each time Bo connects, Hannah’s body visibly shudders, the impact of the punches evident. But Ferguson is quick to regain her stance, slipping back out of reach before Bo can follow up with her punishing power. As the round progresses, it becomes increasingly clear that Bo is struggling to keep up with Hannah's nimble footwork and rapid-fire tactics. Ferguson, on the other hand, appears to have found her rhythm, her strikes growing more confident and frequent. In the closing moments of the round, Bo attempts a desperate surge, trying to trap Hannah against the ropes as she had before. However, Hannah deftly side steps, countering with a sharp combination to Bo's head and body, her fists bunching up flesh and earning several frustrated grunts from the Serbian, before forcing the model to retreat. When the bell rings, Hannah has clearly outboxed Bo, showing that agility and strategy can sometimes overcome brute strength. Bojana returns to her corner, breathing heavily, her energy visibly depleted, while Hannah, with a slight nod to her corner, acknowledges that she's turned the tide of the fight, at least for this round.

ROUND 7:
It’s the seventh, and the atmosphere is thick with anticipation. Ferguson, sensing victory within reach, narrows her focus and sharpens her attack. Krsmanovic, a little battered yet unbroken, braces herself for the storm she knows is coming. From the bell, Hannah is a whirlwind. Her punches, sharp and unrelenting, cut through the air with precision. She launches a relentless barrage at Bo, targeting her head, then swooping down to hammer at her breasts and body. The sound of glove against flesh echoes around the arena - "thwack! thwack! Thud!" Krsmanovic, trying desperately to retaliate, swings back with power, but her punches are sluggish, sapped of their earlier strength. Hannah deftly dodges, her body swaying side to side, and counters with vicious jabs that snap Bo's head back with resounding smacks. As the round progresses, Hannah's dominance becomes apparent. She drives Bo towards a corner, her fists a blur of motion. She's targeting the Serbian's body now, each punch a calculated strike designed to break her opponent's will. Bo's arms flail, trying to guard, but Ferguson's gloves are everywhere - thumping against her midsection, pounding into her breasts with dull, heavy thwacks, forcing groans and gasps from Bo's lips. Hannah then zeroes in. Her first move is a masterful feint - a quick jab towards Bo's head, drawing her guard up. Then, exploiting the opening, Ferguson delivers a ferocious uppercut. Her glove rockets upwards, connecting with a resounding "CRACK!" against Bo's chin. The impact is immediate and devastating - Bojana's knees buckle, her head snaps back, a spray of sweat arcs through the air, a physical testament to the force of the blow! But Hannah isn't done! As Bojana reels, teetering on the brink of collapse, Ferguson steps closer, her own body coiled and ready. She swings a punishing hook, aiming not at Bo's head, but at her already weakened body. The glove thuds heavily into Bo's side, just below the ribcage, with a dull, meaty sound - "WHUMPP!" Bo's eyes widen in shock and pain; her arms, which had instinctively risen to protect her face, falter. The impact of the hook sends a visible shudder through Krsmanovic's frame. Her body, already compromised from the uppercut, can't withstand this new assault. For a fleeting second, she tries to cling to consciousness, her legs trembling, her arms reaching out in a futile attempt to find something to steady herself. But it's no use! Overwhelmed by pain and disorientation, Bojana's strength gives way. She crumples to the canvas in a heap, her fall softened only by the forgiving give of the ring! It’s a KO for the Golden Girl!!

Hannah steps back, her breathing heavy but controlled, watching as the referee rushes to Bo's side to begin the count. There's a mix of satisfaction and adrenaline in her expression - the thrill of a well-earned victory within grasp. As the referee's count echoes through the arena, it's clear that Bojana Krsmanovic, despite her formidable strength and resilience, won't be rising before the ten-count concludes. Hannah Ferguson has secured her victory, not just with her skill, but with a display of raw, decisive power.

Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Bo Krsmanovic via KO7!

AFTER:
In the aftermath of her victory, Ferguson stands triumphant in the center of the ring, her gaze fixed on her fallen opponent. With a glint of ruthless satisfaction in her eyes, she reaches back down and grasps a handful of Bo's hair, and begins to drag her towards the center of the ring. The motion is rough and unceremonious, Bo's flailing body scraping against the canvas, her attempts to resist feeble against Hannah's dominating strength.

The crowd watches, some with glee, others with shock, as Hannah drags Bojana's subdued form towards the center of the ring. Each tug of her hair and each jolt of her body forces a groan and moan from her lips. And finally reaching the center, Hannah pauses and stands over Bo, looking down with an air of superiority. "Fourth time’s the charm, b*tch? You're going to always be a plaything at my feet."

Her words, sharp and dripping with condescendence, hang in the air as she straightens up and signals for the body saddle. The infamous VIX saddle, a symbol of utter domination, is brought into the ring amidst a chorus of reactions from the audience.

Bo, still on the ground, attempts to crawl away, her movements sluggish and labored. But Hannah is quick to intercept, her foot pressing down on Bo's back, pinning her to the mat. Bojana groans under the pressure, trying to push herself up, but Hannah is relentless.

With a sneer, Hannah begins strapping the saddle onto Bo's back. The leather straps tighten around the Serbian fighter's waist and torso, each click of the buckle echoing through the arena. Bo tries to resist, her arms flailing weakly, but Hannah responds with sharp slaps and punches to the back of her head. And at one point, Bo manages to raise her head in defiance, only to be met with a swift kick from Hannah, forcing her back down to all fours.

With the saddle firmly in place, Hannah mounts Bo's back, sitting heavily upon her. She grabs a fistful of Bo's hair, using it as reins, and begins to urge her forward with rough thrusts of her hips. Bo's body responds, moving forward in a humiliating crawl, the weight of her defeat made literal by the saddle on her back.

As Hannah rides her around the ring, she continues her barrage of taunts, each word a reminder of Bo's defeat and her own victory. "This is where you belong, Bo. Beneath me, under my control. Remember this."

Even in her defeated state, Bojana’s spirit remains unbroken. Exhausted and spent, she nonetheless refuses to be fully tamed. Despite Hannah's insistent tugs on her hair and sharp slaps on her buttocks, she suddenly halts, refusing to crawl any further. In the aftermath of her victory, Hannah stands over Bojana, her figure casting a shadow over the defeated Serbian. Leaning down, she pulls Bo's head back by her hair, bringing her lips close to Bo's ear. In a voice filled with both triumph and a tinge of mockery, Hannah whispers, "You never learn, do you?"

There’s defiance in Bo’s face, as she twists her lips into a snarl. But before she can bite back an insult, Hannah has already swung her legs off her back, and with her hands still buried in the brunette’s hair, decides to break Bo's will once and for all. Swiftly removing the buckles around her battered torso, she hauls the big brunette to her feet, dragging her towards the corner of the ring.

There, in the tight confines, Hannah clinches up with Bo, whose back is pressed to the turnbuckle. Their bodies are pressed closely together, with Hannah wrapping her arms around Bo’s neck and hugging her close. Bo, still reeling from the earlier onslaught, tries to muster her defenses with her arms, her hands pushing against Hannah’s torso, but she's visibly weakened.

There, Hannah unleashes a bevy of punishing blows. Her bare fist slam into Bo's torso with a ferocity and hunger, each strike to Bo's breasts sending waves of pain radiating through her body, her protective top straining under the force of the impact. Bo's body shivers and quakes under the assault, her breasts jolting sideways, barely contained. Hannah's punches delve even deeper, targeting the pit of Bo's belly. The Serbian model's groans fill the air - "HNNGHHH!", "HUUOUGHHH!".

As Hannah continues her relentless attack, she occasionally leans in close, her lips brushing against Bo's cheek, her ear, even grazing the side of her mouth. With each intimate proximity, Hannah whispers taunts, her words dripping with condescension and victory. "You'll never be on my level, Bo," she hisses, her breath hot against Bo's skin. "You're just my punching bag in pretty wrapping."

Bo, despite the overwhelming pain and humiliation, tries to maintain her defiance. Her eyes, filled with a mix of pain and anger, lock onto Hannah's with a silent promise of retribution. Her body, however, betrays her spirit's will - her arms weakly trying to fend off Hannah's blows, but mostly hanging limply at her sides, offering little resistance.

Hannah, feeling the ebbing strength of her opponent, presses her advantage. She digs her gloves deeper into the pit of Bo's belly, folding the Serbian model over with each uppercut. Bo's groans grow louder, a mixture of pain and exhaustion escaping her lips with each gut-wrenching blow.

Finally, the referee steps in, but not before Hannah allows Bo to slump into the corner, collapsing onto her butt. Without missing a beat, Hannah situates herself snugly in Bo's lap. She wraps her arms around Bo's neck and head, pulling her in close. Their thighs and hips press together, their tortured bellies struggling against each other in a dance of pain and exhaustion.

In a final act of domination, Hannah pulls Bo's face into a smother against her breast. Bo's muffled protests are drowned out by the close contact, her face buried deep in the soft yet unyielding flesh. Hannah's grip around Bo's head is unyielding, her arm locked in place as she presses Bo's face firmly against her breasts. The Serbian model's protests are muffled into incomprehensible whimpers, her breaths shallow and frantic as she struggles for air against the soft yet unyielding barrier.

Bo's body shudders and spasms in a desperate attempt to free herself, but Hannah's hold is too strong, too dominant. The once powerful and defiant Bo now reduced to a helpless figure, her strength sapped away with each passing second. As time stretches on, Bo's movements begin to slow, her resistance waning. Her arms, which had been flailing in an attempt to push Hannah away, start to fall limply by her sides. Her body, which had been tense and struggling, begins to relax into a state of submission.

Finally, sensing Bo's weakening state, Hannah releases her hold. She leans in, planting a kiss on Bo's stunned cheek, a gesture not of affection but of possession, a stamp of ownership on the defeated Serbian model. Hannah maintains her intimate proximity, her lips still pressed against Bo's cheek as she utters her final taunt. Her breath is warm against Bo's skin. As she speaks, her lips move gently against Bo's cheek, the softness of the contact belying the harshness of her message.

"You're mine, as always," Hannah whispers, her voice a sultry murmur that vibrates through Bo's flesh.

With that, Hannah releases her grip on Bo's chin, giving her a gentle but dismissive shove. Bo's physical state is one of utter exhaustion and defeat. Slumped against the corner, her body is limp, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. Her eyes are glazed, unfocused, a clear sign of her dazed state.

Hours later, backstage, both fighters give their thoughts on the fight to the press. Hannah, still radiating with the energy of her win, addresses the reporters with a confident smile.

"I knew I had her from the start. Bo's tough, I'll give her that, but she's no match for me. Every time we step into that ring, it's the same story. She should probably stick to modeling," Hannah says, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes.

In contrast, Bojana, nursing her bruises, speaks with a mix of frustration and determination. "This isn't over," Bo asserts, her voice steady despite the defeat. "Hannah's tough, but I know I can beat her. I just need to regroup and come back stronger. Next time, it'll be her crawling on all fours and mewing into my breasts."