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26 January 2024 Title Ch Kate Upton vs Tahnee Atkinson

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Tahnee Atkinson vs Champion Kate Upton (Welterweight Title Fight)

(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)

Not only does Tahnee accept the challenge of having her jugs weighed by the special rack-scale attachment, but she insists that simultaneous measurements be taken face to face! Atkinson's brazen confidence going a long way towards blunting Upton’s Hall-of-Fame falderal. "I'm just not scared of her," Tahnee reports happily at podium. "I'm not backing away from any girl who's going to stand in front of me and wale. That's me, that's my fight - I'm up for that. Bring her on and let's get slugging!"

Kate's eyes narrow as she comes right up to Tahnee, chesting up to her as she bullies her Aussie rival backwards for a moment and Atkinson looks to slam right back up against her rival, but security earning their hazard pay as they intervene. Separating the two as Kate's nostrils flare and eyes narrow, "I've never, ever liked Tahnee. Since the very beginning, Tahnee managed to beat me in a best of three and thought she could make me one of the girls. But, I'm not. I'm the welterweight champion, I have the best jugs in the world and I'm the queen around here. Tahnee thinks she's special, but she's not. She can pretend she's the f*cking Thunder Goddess, but she's not. She's trash and I'm going to prove that today when I smother her out to show why I'm the best. She doesn't deserve anything other than these!" as Kate turns towards Atkinson, cupping her cleavage with one hand and smirking at her rival.

Tahnee entering first, disrobing into a pink tie-side bikini, matching gloves, hair swept down her back. Kate in gold triangle-cut bikini, matching gloves, hair loose and long. Fighters brace up forehead-to-forehead and tit-to-tit. Not only do they refuse to touch gloves, they refuse to back off from the staredown until the ref forces his hands between them and pushes them apart

R1: Kate on top with the jab, steps in big girl: left shoulder bracing Tahnee’s tits; right hand palming Aussie left hip; left arm riding 'round Atkinson’s right. Upton stepping Tahnee to ropes thus, American girl atop Aussie, bumping, controlling, punishing. Kate's right hand sumptuous, methodical - plowing into Atkinson guts, or jamming up into rack. Upton securing Tahnee against the ropes by leaning into her with left shoulder and reaching round her right arm with the left: brunette covered up tight, but trapped beneath her tormentress. Job of work for Kate to slop on thudding leather - working Atkinson's body like a curvy blacksmith. Not much back from Tahnee: she's mouthbreathing, grimacing, looking shabby and hurt and this thing’s just getting started.

R2: Even stalking/pawing/clinching/wrestling... except for one 20 second stretch along the ropes wherein Tahnee enjoys Kate. Upton in earmuff, pouting as she lounges ropeside; Atkinson head down, arms lapping away in big broad strokes, belting the bejesus out of American paunch. Big, plowing strokes the difference in an otherwise murky round.

R3: Tahnee slowly imposing will behind her jab - slamming 'em one at a time at Kate's breasts until she covers up earmuff. Atkinson moves in big-girl: left shoulder in Upton's chest; right hand palming left hip; left arm looping round Champ's right. Tahnee managing the clinch thus - pumping in short right hands to paunch; leaning in on Kate to walk her round; arching back to fit American jugs for stuffing right uppercuts. Upton sullen - sponging it up belly and breasts: she's pushing and wriggling some, but generally bossed about/worked over by Atkinson this round, pinking up to breasts and ribs.

R4: Tahnee landing loud right roundhouse to Kate’s belly early; following up with wide right hands up top as blonde covers up to block, Upton rides it out, circles to her right, starts jabbing Atkinson into compliance. Heavy shelling soon has Tahnee covering up earmuff - allowing Kate to stand off her bow and pound away. Muscular right hands slant down into Atkinson's midriff; heavy jabs continue to pound at brunette's prepared defences; wide right roundhouses sweep onto jug - smashing those prepared defences aside. Tahnee wobbling to her right under the weight of Kate's heaviest blows, then covering up, allowing Champ to reload/reorganize. Atkinson sporting a cut under her left eye, corner crew applying styptic, rubbing down legs in feverish interval

R5: Kate stepping in off the jab, short right hands club Tahnee's left shoulder; thudding lefts beat against her breasts. Upton's stepping forward, Atkinson punched to the perimeter - she's sliding to her right - concerned, but organized. Kate stalking: straight left slants down in above Tahnee's left hip; right hand tucks in behind left elbow; clouting lefts bash at Aussie's guard, breasts, tummy. Atkinson turns into a few swinging rights - taking Upton heavily in her left flank. Kate wrapping up and pressing bundle into the ropes, taking no chances with Tahnee's power. Ref’s break, similar patient stalking - girls stepping-to behind heavy jabs, then punishing each other in turns...but neither taking any big risks. Upton punched to the perimeter: this time it's Atkinson with initiative, pummeling at American's prepared defences. Great, whacking blasts on Kate's tummy as Tahnee leans forward, lets hands go in strapping fashion underneath. Upton grunting, laying back in ropes, keeping dukes at temples as Atkinson's roasting her. Kate sliding to her right: Tahnee keeping in touch, stepping into position, then releasing shorter, clubbing rights and lefts.
upton bludgeoned about her head and shoulders - answering back only occasional, chopping shots off the ropes. Thudding war of attrition goes into books as a draw, as does the first half. They’ve wailed on each other for fifteen minutes, and so far have nothing to show for it, except for blood and bruises across both faces.

R6: Girls step-to midring, Tahnee over the top looping right hand, missing behind Kate, pulling blonde head forward and down instead. Atkinson lugging thick lefts and rights up into available belly, plowing in a few, then mopping up a clouting hook on Upton's jugs as the ref breaks. Kate: blonde hair in her eyes, teeth bared...she's back at Tahnee shoving right/left to gut; slamming right forearm in close across challenger’s mammoth jugs. Atkinson hammered back a step, but righting herself: she steps into a walloping right to jug - loading up with the elbow drawn well back for a full-bodied swing. Upton stumbles back on her heels, then stabilizes, plowing into oncoming jugs a right - girls just falling in together, slopping heavy left/rights in lapping action to offending guts, then looking to clout jug as fighters are separated. Midway through, Kate shifts weight to right leg, clouting left hooks across Tahnee's rack, Aussie a little jug-shocked here. Upton leans in, carrying the right thick to paunch, then clouting jug again as brunette's backpedaling woozy to ropes. Kate wading in - elbows in against her body, hands up on approach: she steps-to; jabs breasts a pawing left; tips torso-left to swing a healthy right loud atop left hip, Tahnee gasping at the weight of shot, leaning back into ropes. Upton lifting thick hooks up into jug and belly, right hand coming to rest atop the curving top of Atkinson’s hips for leverage. TAHNEE GOES DOWN! Atkinson easing herself to right knee all panting and disheveled, Upton leans forward all non-chalant, hands resting atop top rope as she looks out into crowd, her thighs pressing on challenger's left shoulder until Tahnee pushes her away in protest. Atkinson beats the count, sets up on the ropes, final minute mop up for Upton as she squares away flat footed; pumps the jab, pounds away righty from medium distance. Tahnee covering up earmuff, her elbows in tight, taking heavy wallop on arms/belly as Kate patiently batters the defences. Upton jugs a-sloshing side to side as she leans herself into thudding rights, her fist slamming up and down Atkinson's sweat-glossy torso. Kate grunting like a tennis player as she dishes up these hits: it's just one beefy girl getting off thick on another at the bell.

R7: Tahnee under siege, her back to ropes, fighting bravely to deny a determined Kate. Atkinson presenting an organized earmuff front early on in the face of big bawdy blonde swings. Upton squared away, lowering her head and wailing wide to waist/hips/flanks, weight forward, getting her hips and back into the swing of things. Monster body shots cramp Tahnee up, slumping her hurt and sullen against ropes: Aussie breaking down, not punching back over the last minute and a half. All Kate enjoying Atkinson, slapping her thick, cuffing hooks across paunch or jug-tops, then POUNDING home right hand to challenger's right breast. Tahnee showing face in gloves/elbows tight to body...Kate hook-hook-hooks to turns her prey slightly to the left, exposing right-side lats/armpit for snug hook placement. Upton crowding in close on these latter hooks reaching in under Atkinson's arms, chesting her upright, then lapping thick and ropey left/rights to paunch. Tahnee cramping forward, tries to clinch, but Kate keeping her arms on the inside, braces Aussie norks with left forearm and STACKS her up with a surge from blonde legs and buns. Upton braces left arm on Tahnee’s shoulder to push back for an overhand right, glove slips off sweat-slick shoulder and yanks off the Aussie’s top! Kate squashing Atkinson back into the strands, ref doesn’t catch the wardrobe issues until the round ends. Bell: Atkinson ashen faced, eyes a blend of rage and weepy "how-could-you-pound-at-my-magnificent-chassis" outrage. Uptone: "HAH! Sloppin' it to your jugz Tahnee!” blonde girl pushes in, bouncing breasts with the challenger, shouting hot into Tahnee’s blinking face. "HOW'S THAT FEEL, HEY? TOO MUCH FOR YOU, B!TC#, TOO MUCH!" Ref pulling blonde girl off, wrestling her away as Atkinson hugs herself in hurt, waves off the corner crews attempt to retie her top, though do end up persevering to reapply the top in haphazard fashion.

R8: Tahnee missing over the top righty, but pulling Kate's head down and in on follow-through, able to lift thudding lefts and rights into quivering blonde tummy&tits. Upton righting herself, Atkinson fitting a plowing right deep to gut, then getting left forearms into Champ's jugs to keep her on her heels. Again they load up overhand rights, both miss and fall-in, but it's Tahnee lapping at guts, punching up-torso and cashing in those jugs with cuffing, clouting wallops. Fight stumbles to ropes - Atkinson on top: she reaches under Upton's arms and crushes her deep to cables in a brazen bid for jug-on-jug supremacy. Tahnee pumping big-girl at Kate gut; now pushing off on her, then walloping her right flank thick, juicy hooks. Upton taking a beating: she reaches to tie up around head&shoulders, but Atkinson gets her left hand up between the bodies, bracing blonde jugs and pushing the cuddle-up into the ropes, getting a grip on Kate’s connector, yanking down to even the score. Blood-enemies panting hot in each other's faces as wide-planted legs surge to push each fighter forward, Aussie winning the La Conquista, compressing the proudest jugs in Christendom, Upton whining beneath the weight, trying to wriggle out from under. Round finishes up with both fighters looking cranky/shopworn – Kate hands at her mouth/elbows in, her body slightly turned to her left; Tahnee chopping in short left hooks to right armpit/sideboob as blonde lays on ropes, taking thick Aussie leather. Bell: Atkinson grabs ropes pulls in to squash sore breasts together, make Upton groan under the weight, then pushes off all "I'm big" to stumble back to her corner. Champ staring drowsily on her stool; mouse forming on her right cheekbone, blood trickling out her left nostril, shakes her head when her crew tries to reapply her top, meeting Tahnee on equal terms in the championship rounds. (Both fighters are prevailed upon to have tops once again, despite good-natured (mostly) booing from the crowd.)

R9: Kate trying to wade forward, back Tahnee up: Aussie holds canvas as girls slug, fall in, struggle in the clinch, then push off. Minute mark, Atkinson cuffing hooks off her right leg, she shifts left, hurling wide right hand loud to Upton's ribs behind left elbow, breaking blonde's stance. Kate’s hair in her eyes as she backs away sniveling, Tahnee walking her down, sweaty chest heaving, eyes blazing with bloodlust. Ropes, Upton still disorganized as she leans against cables: Atkinson cuffs hooks off her right plant-leg, taking Champ across her exposed jugs. Kate trying to form ragged earmuff: RIGHT UPPERCUT, THUNDER GODDESS! Upton's head flops back; body relaxes into ropes...she's ragdoll! Atkinson lowers her head, wails away on waist/hips - vicious, thick, strapping killshots applied to blonde core takes away Kate's legs. Upton whining, pushing hands on Atkinson's shoulders to get her away: Bossie Aussie bulling a shoulder into the proudest jugs in Christendom, pushing her butt back into ropes, then hoisting thick rights and lefts up into belly. Kate flopping forward, draping arms around Tahnee's neck: challenger palms either side of Upton's ribcage, pushing her back into ropes; blonde head lolling on limp neck, hair strewn across her face, lips parted. TAHNEE PLOWS JUG! Atkinson rams in the right forearm, pushing deep into Upton with her bodyweight, then pushing off to get room for a plowing left forearm. Back and forth; Tahnee slamming away with all her curvy weight into Kate, Champ gurgling, head lolling, hands flailing at Atkinson's shoulders. It's all too much - Tahnee on Katie, pounding and pounding away on helpless rack...blonde girl ragdoll, slumped against ropes, but propped up by one or the other of Atkinson’s shoulders. STOP THE FIGHT REF! Upton’s legs FINALLY give out, she slithers down Tahnee’s sweat-slicked body to her knees, then flops to her side. Atkinson raising her gloves on her way to the neutral, countout a formality, it’s a brutal Beatdown of the Year candidate for the winner and NEW Welterweight Champion, TAHNEE ATKINSON!!!!

After: Tahnee proving her pedigree, breaking a two-year title drought for her stable and a SIX year title lapse for herself - AND THE CHAMP WANTS MORE! Groggy Kate hugged up off her seat by a glowing Atkinson, clearly relishing her ability to brawl for it all tonight. “Who’s the Thunder Goddess, Kate? Say it!!!”

“Never!” Kate gasps defiantly. Two pumping bare-knuckle punches in Upton's belly doubles her up breathless, Tahnee easily able to secure reverse sleeper around her foe's head, sealing blonde's face against those hated Aussie mounds. Atkinson with the odd side-to-side jerk, just to tighten and cinch: socketing Upton into the skin-on-skin smother.

Tahnee lowering Kate to canvas, releasing her after a lengthy smother. Atkinson takes a seat in Upton's laps, straddling her hips, she grips hands on both sides of her rival's ribcage, hauling the shiny-faced American back up level with her own face. Kate's head lolling back, grinning Tahnee goes to work with showy right hand palm-chops across fallen champ's reddening bosom - splashing pain bringing Upton around so Atkinson can ask her again: “WHO’S THE THUNDER GODDESS?”

“Not you,” Kate whimpers, Tahnee applies fresh jugg to the problem. Atkinson perfectly willing to smother and ride her foe limp, then bring her around with cruel chest-chops in order to restart the whole thing. Eventually even Upton has to admit it, whimpering “Thunder Goddess” with her chin resting on top of Atkinson’s blood-specked cleavage. Tahnee finally lets Kate fall to the canvas, flipping her over onto her belly, puts her knee on Upton’s defeated ass, and motions for the one of the belts. Atkinson bloodied, bruised, sweaty, and on her knees, but that’s the Welterweight title belt she’s holding over her head!