Hannah Ferguson vs. Tahnee Atkinson (Body Paint Queen of the Beach Title)
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
Hannah:
(31, 5’10, 130, 97:24 FCBA, VIXENs)
Tahnee:
(32, 5’8, 43:23 FCBA, Odds and Ends Fight Studio)
BEFORE:
Under the bright sun and the soft sound of waves crashing upon the shoreline, the press tent for the highly anticipated body paint beach boxing match is abuzz with anticipation. Media from around the globe have gathered to catch a glimpse of the rivalry that has captivated fans for years now: Hannah Ferguson, the reigning Queen of the Beach, will be defending her title against Tahnee Atkinson, the formidable Welterweight champion herself.
Hannah makes her entrance first, her stride confident and poised, wrapped in a white beach robe that hints at the elaborate body paint attire beneath. The sunlight catches her blonde hair, creating a halo effect that only adds to her champion's aura. She takes her seat, her gaze fixed on the stage entrance, awaiting her opponent.
Tahnee Atkinson follows, her presence commanding attention. Her robe, like Hannah's, conceals the artwork painted on her skin, the anticipation of the reveal adding an extra layer of excitement to the press conference. Tahnee's eyes lock with Hannah's as she takes her place, the history between them long documented and evident.
The moderator barely gets a word in before Tahnee leans into her microphone, her voice laced with a confident sneer. "Hannah, still clinging to that pathetic Queen of the Beach title, I see. While you parade around with your number of wins, I focus on beating quality opponents. Being the Welterweight champion means facing real fighters, not just playing in the sand."
Hannah smiles, unfazed by the jab, her response cool and measured. "It's cute you think you can spoil my plans. I've beaten you many times before, and I'll do it again. I’m three fights away from the Hall, and not even you can stand in my way. This beach is MY ring, and I'm not about to let you—or anyone—take that away from me."
The tension escalates as Tahnee leans forward, her tone mocking. "Spoil your plans? Honey, I'm here to end them. The Hall of Fame won't even see your shadow after I'm done with you. I’m better than you, Hannah. Always."
As the moment for the weigh-ins arrives, the atmosphere around the press tent intensifies, as both fighters stand from their seats and stride to the front of the stage, both ready to reveal the elaborate body paint that serves as their unique attire for this match.
Hannah confidently disrobes first, unveiling a stunning white fish-net mesh painted over her body. The intricate design accentuates her tall, lean figure, highlighting her toned muscles and the athletic build that has carried her through numerous victories. The paint follows every curve and contour of her body, from chest to her crotch, with the white contrasting beautifully against her sun-kissed skin.
Tahnee follows suit, shedding her robe to reveal a bold, tribal-inspired pattern adorning her body. The paint, a mix of deep blues and vibrant greens, traces the lines of her muscles, emphasizing her powerful, compact build. Unlike Hannah's elongated and lean physique, Tahnee's form is more muscular, showcasing the strength that has made her a formidable welterweight champion. The tribal pattern speaks to her fighting spirit, a warrior ready to claim victory on the sands.
With their body paint proudly on display, both fighters step onto the scales, their weights announced to the eager crowd. The formality of the weigh-in completed, they step down and move towards each other for the face-off, the final moment of tension before the fight.
Standing nose-to-nose on stage, the difference in their builds becomes a silent testament to their fighting styles and sordid history. Hannah's height gives her a slight edge in reach, her body long and lithe, every muscle defined beneath the fish-net pattern. In contrast, Tahnee's shorter, more robust frame suggests a power that's more concentrated, her tribal paint tracing the curves of her biceps and abs, showcasing her readiness to engage in close combat.
Their lips almost touching, the air between them crackles with the intensity of their long, storied rivalry. "You'll need more than pretty patterns to keep your title," Tahnee whispers, her breath warm against Hannah's skin.
Hannah smirks, her confidence unshaken. "Pretty patterns and a pretty good right hook," she retorts, her voice low, "Get ready to be part of my legacy."
But Tahnee leans in closer, her breath hot against Hannah's cheek. "Let's see if you can keep up, Ferguson. I'll strip away that mesh layer by layer until the so-called “queen” is dethroned."
Ferguson, ever the provocateur, raises her fists. With a sly grin, she subtly plugs her knuckles into Tahnee tummy. The contact is light, lacking force, but it's enough to send a clear message. Immediately, Atkinson’s body reacts instinctively, her muscles tensing under the unexpected touch. Hannah, unphased and with a laugh, leans in, her voice dripping with confidence. "Hope you're ready to be smothered out, Tahnee. You’re gonna be my throne once I’m done with you."
Tahnee, never one to back down from a taunt, responds in kind. Quick as a flash, she returns the gesture, her own fist lightly tapping the base of one of Hannah's painted breasts. The action, mirrored in its taunting intent, escalates the verbal sparring between them. Her retort is immediate, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and determination. "Dream on, Ferguson. When I'm done with you, I'll be claiming your title and your face as my seat."
The officials finally get in between, and Hannah and Tahnee finally separate, heading to their respective corners, the promise of their words hangs in the balance. The upcoming match, set against the backdrop of the beach and underlined by the unique conditions of body paint attire, has its arena filled with soft, golden sand serving as the base canvas. The four corners of the ring are marked by thick, frayed ropes, giving the arena a rustic, almost primal feel. Large stakes, planted firmly in the sand, serve as the turnbuckles. Both fighters will be barefoot, while their hands are sheathed in gloves.
Hannah is the first to step onto the sand, her body paint pristine under the fading light. She moves with a confidence born of her reign as the Queen of the Beach, her eyes scanning the arena and the crowd. She stretches, her movements deliberate, each muscle flexing and relaxing under the elaborate designs painted on her skin. Hannah's gloves are laced tight, her fists clenched and unclenched as she visualizes the fight ahead, her bare feet shifting in the sand, finding her balance and grounding herself in the arena that has seen her triumph time and again.
Tahnee enters next with a swagger, her tribal body paint a stark contrast against the beach setting. She too takes a moment to acclimate to the sand under her feet, the sensation both familiar and foreign as she prepares to challenge for the Queen of the Beach title and add another accolade to her collection. Tahnee's eyes lock onto Hannah's from across the ring while her gloves are adjusted, her knuckles flexing as she too envisions the bout ahead. Her stretches are powerful, a display of strength and readiness, her body coiled like a spring, ready to unleash her power.
As the bell nears, both fighters find their corners, their breathing steady, their focus inward. HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Welterweight action! This here’s a Body Paint bout for the Queen of the Beach title, and the 2nd fight in Hannah’s Road to the Hall-of-Fame!
ROUND 1:
Both girls waste NO time, converging in the center of the sandy arena with a ferocity that underscores the depth of their rivalry. The first minute is a spectacle of raw power and determination, as both fighters engage in a tooth-and-nail battle to assert early dominance. Their gloves fly, launching a barrage of heavy hooks aimed at the face and body, each punch thrown with the intention to overpower and overwhelm. The sound of leather meeting skin punctuates the air, with Ferguson and Atkinson mirror images of aggression, each striving to win this crucial opening exchange. The initial flurry of hooks see both fighters landing significant blows: Hannah's right hook finds Atkinson's jaw, turning her head sharply. However, Atkinson responds in kind, her left hook crashing next into Ferguson's cheek, a counterstrike that exemplifies her own striking prowess. In this opening salvo, their body paint—elaborate designs meant to serve as their attires—already begin to bear the marks of the first clash of combat. The force of their punches to the body, especially, causes the ink to smudge at the points of contact. Yet, the paint holds, for now, the designs becoming slightly blurred but remaining intact. Atkinson, seizing a momentary advantage, intensifies her attack, focusing on Ferguson's face with a series of mean hooks that whip her head from side to side. The precision and power behind Atkinson's punches start to tip the scales, her aggression forcing Ferguson to adapt on the fly. The brawl in the center of the ring is a clash of wills, with both fighters giving as good as they get. But as the minute progresses, Atkinson's strategy to target the face and then chase after the Queen by pummeling her body and breasts, begins to yield dividends. As the round continues beyond this initial minute of fierce competition, Atkinson's relentless pursuit and focused attack start to establish her lead. Ferguson, ever the champion, looks for openings to counter and regain her footing, her resolve unshaken despite the early onslaught. But a shot across her breasts is the last straw in this opening salvo, sending the Vixen reeling back whilst covering her exposed rack, grimacing in pain, and trying to avoid more of Tahnee’s power hooks coming sailing in. At the bell, Atkinson steps back, her chest heaving with exertion but her eyes alight with the thrill of the fight. She's dominated the round on points, and widely so, her strategy of targeting Ferguson's face before chasing her down to pummel her body and breasts paying off in full!
ROUND 2:
As the second round commences, Tahnee immediately seeks to impose her will again, launching a series of powerful jabs and crosses first aimed at maintaining her distance and controlling the pace of the fight. Both girls are fighting a lot smarter, realizing that their brawling ways in the first round isn’t sustainable. Hannah, however, is quick to adapt. She begins to exploit openings in Tahnee's guard, slipping under her extended jabs to land her own precise body shots. This counterattack strategy is meticulous and focused; the Queen ducks another jab and responds with a sharp uppercut that smacks into the center of Tahnee's tummy, drawing a dull grunt, followed by a swift hook to the side of her breasts. These targeted strikes are not just about scoring points but also about disrupting the challenger’s rhythm and breathing. The effectiveness of Hannah's approach becomes increasingly evident as Tahnee starts to feel the accumulation of blows to her body. Another particularly well-placed hook to the midsection doubles Atkinson over momentarily, as the body abuse adds up. Hannah capitalizes on this, peppering Tahnee further with a combination of hooks and uppercuts, targeting the Welterweight champion's abdomen and chest, and leaving her gasping for air and struggling to maintain her offensive output. Despite the mounting pressure, Tahnee's resilience and fighting spirit shine through. She regains her footing later in the round and mounts her own counteroffensive, using her strength to push back against Hannah's advances. A solid right cross streaks through the guard and connects with her foe’s cheek, followed by a series of rapid, bullish hooks pumped into her body, driving her back step by step. In the final moments of the round, Tahnee's strategy to pin Hannah against the ropes nearly comes to fruition. The Vixen retreats, already aware that she’s won the round and now just needs to survive. Atkinson knows this, and pushes in regardless, unleashing a mix of crosses and hooks, aiming to overwhelm her and use the ropes to her advantage. Slowly, Ferguson’s back inches closer to the ropes, and just as she appears to be trapped, the bell rings, marking the end of a fiercely contested round. This next close round is awarded to Atkinson on points, her early aggression and late push nearly overcoming Hannah's strategic targeting of her body, which is now growing more and more smudged with dark ink.
ROUND 3:
The next round sees Ferguson taking a more measured approach, her movements calculated and precise as she aims to counter Atkinson's aggressive rush attacks. Initially, she deftly evades Tahnee's advances, finding opportunities to pester her face and body back with slick jabs and crosses, her gloves slipping past the challenger’s guard to stick more leather into muscle, skin, and bone. Each punch is deliberate and aimed, landing with a thud against her body. Tahnee, fueled by determination and the knowledge that the fight is slipping away, ramps up her aggression. With a burst of energy, she barrels into Hannah, her focus singular: to trap her against the ropes and reclaim control of the match. The clash is explosive, both fighters showcasing their strength and will to dominate. As they collide, both fighters clinch up, their bodies physically entwined in a battle for supremacy. In this close quarters combat, the intricacies of their body paint begin to suffer even further, the elaborate designs and patterns, once vibrant and distinct, blurring and smearing as skin rubs against skin. Within the clinch, Hannah and Tahnee grapple for position, their gloves finding gaps to land punishing blows. Hannah manages to sneak in shots to Tahnee's tummy and ribs, while Tahnee herself swiftly retaliates, her own fists hammering away at her sides, targeting the ribs and breasts in an effort to break the champ’s resolve. Even the sides of their cheeks are not spared in the close-quarters brawl, as both fighters attempt to gain any advantage they can. As the bell rings to signal the end of the round, Hannah and Tahnee reluctantly disentangle after the referee steps in to pry them apart, both girls stepping back to assess the damage and regroup. The round is awarded to the Vixen on points, her ability to evade and counter proving just enough to edge her ahead. However, the closeness of the round is a clear indication of the fight's intensity, with both fighters having left everything in the ring.
ROUND 4:
Both girls are already showing signs of fatigue from the previous rounds' exhaustive exchanges, yet neither fighter's determination has waned. They meet in the center of the ring once more, as the heat emanates from the sand beneath their feet. Tahnee, aware that she needs to make a significant impact in this round to swing the momentum back in her favor, starts off with a renewed vigor. She launches a series of calculated jabs, aiming to break through Hannah's guard and set up for more powerful combinations. Her strategy is to keep Hannah guessing, mixing up her targets between her head and body to create openings for her more devastating hooks. Hannah, for her part, remains a formidable opponent. She counters those jabs with swift lateral movements, dodging and weaving, making it difficult for Tahnee to land a solid punch of her own. Hannah's own counters, quick hooks that snag the body and face, keep the round intensely competitive, each fighter landing and evading in a high-stakes dance of skill and will. As the round progresses, Tahnee's persistence begins to pay off. She manages to corner Hannah against the ropes, using a barrage of forceful punches to the body to sap her mobility. Those power hooks find their mark more frequently, each punch thudding into the ribs and causing visible discomfort on the Vixen’s face. Her strategy to exhaust Hannah and break down her defenses inch by inch demonstrates her championship mindset, each punch thrown with the intent to reclaim control of the fight. In the final moments of the round, however, Hannah's resilience shines through as she manages to circle away from the ropes, avoiding being pinned down but not without absorbing significant strikes from Tahnee in the process. As the bell rings to end the round, both fighters take a moment to catch their breath, their chests heaving under the strain of their exertions. The round is awarded to Atkinson on points, her aggressive strategy and ability to land more effective punches giving her the edge in a closely contested round. Returning to their corners, both Hannah and Tahnee are acutely aware of the fight's razor-thin margins so far. The smudged body paint on their skin again serves as a testament to the battle they've waged thus far, each fighter pushed to their limits but neither willing to concede.
ROUND 5:
In the heart of their fiercely contested match, both fighters find themselves locked in a titanic struggle in the middle of the sandy ring. Hannah's right hook arcs through the air, connecting with Tahnee's cheek with a solid "thwack," her head snapping to the side from the force. She grunts, a low sound born of both pain and determination, as she absorbs the impact, her body swaying but her feet planted firmly in the sand, steadying herself against the onslaught. But undeterred, she responds in kind, her left hook cutting a swift path to Hannah's face, landing with a resounding "CRACK" as well, followed by a grunt from the Vixen, which is a sharper, reflexive response to the blow, as she reels from the impact, her body momentarily off-balance. Yet, like Tahnee, she quickly regains her footing, her resolve unbroken. The battle intensifies as they trade uppercuts, targeting the body and jug with precision and power. Each punch lands with a thud, with Hannah's uppercut finding Tahnee's midsection, eliciting a hiss of breath as the Welterweight champ’s body folds over slightly, the impact disrupting her stance. But she’s quick to retaliate, her own uppercut driving up into Hannah's jug, forcing a gasp from her lips as she instinctively tightens her core, bracing against the pain. With each exchange, their bodies tell the story of the bout—muscles tensing and relaxing, feet shifting in the sand for balance, sweat mingling with the salt air. The physical toll is evident in their movements, in the way they momentarily lean into each other for support, even as they prepare to deliver the next blow.
Suddenly, Tahnee tries to take her rival’s head off, a step-in swerving haymaker arching through the air. But it misses! Instead, Ferguson slipped to the side, her own nasty haymaker connecting squarely with her jawline! And she’s dazed and vulnerable, finding herself backed into a corner with no escape! With Tahnee trapped and covering up, Hannah MOVES IN, her eyes alight with fiery! Her gloves slam into her rival’s toned and thick torso with relentless force, each punch driven into abs and tummy, causing the muscles to ripple and contract under the relentless assault. Despite Tahnee's best efforts to protect herself, Hannah's punches break through her arms, visibly shaking her and drawing sharp breaths of pain. In the final moments of the round, Hannah leans in close, her glove pressed tauntingly into one of her breasts. She locks eyes with Tahnee, a smirk on her lips, as she delivers a taunt dripping with confidence and contempt. "Let's see how much of this pretty paint you can keep on. I'm about to give you a real makeover," Hannah sneers, her voice carrying clear and cold. With that, she DRIVES her fist into Tahnee's breast, keeping the glove pressed in and grinding in a rotating motion. The intent is clear—to scrape off the body paint, to "disrobe" Tahnee in the most humiliating way possible. Tahnee's reaction is immediate, a mixture of pain and surprise flashing across her face as she feels the paint being deliberately rubbed off by the impact of leather on her skin. But with the rest of her body winded and wilting, there’s nothing she can do but cling onto Hannah’s shoulders and try to shove her off. But the bell rings soon after, and the referee pulls the Vixen back, her dominance in the round undisputed. Tahnee, her body paint left smeared and her composure tested, is left to process the physical and psychological impact of this round’s abuse. The fight for the Queen of the Beach title has escalated, with both fighters showing they are willing to go to great lengths to claim victory!
ROUND 6:
Early on, Hannah lands a solid hook to the jawline, a hit that resonates with a sharp "WHAP" that seems to momentarily stun the challenger. Tahnee's head jerks to the side, her body following the motion, but she's quick to recover, her feet shuffling in the sand as she steadies herself with a grunt. But her eyes are ablaze with the fire to retaliate. And retaliate she does! Tahnee narrowly dodges another haymaker before launching a vicious uppercut aimed at Hannah's abdomen. The glove burrows deep, the impact "thudding" against her body, forcing a grunt of pain from her lips as she instinctively doubles over. The physical reaction is immediate—Hannah's stance falters, her body bending under the force of the punch. Seizing the advantage, Tahnee presses forward! She delivers a rapid succession of hooks, each connecting with Hannah's face and body with increasing power. Suddenly, the Vixen’s caught in the storm of aggression, finding herself being pushed back even as she tries to rally. In a dramatic shift of momentum, Tahnee maneuveres the Queen into a precarious position against the corner. The roles reversed from the last round, she locks the champ in place with a torrent of uppercuts, each one driven in with power. The gloves crash first into Hannah's breasts, lifting each orb in a brutal rhythm. And with every strike, the vivid body paint that adorns Hannah's skin begins to smudge and fade, the artwork disintegrating under the force of the blows. Hannah's reaction is a mix of pain and defiance. Her face contorts with each impact, a grimace of discomfort etched across her features as she tries to absorb the punishment. Her attempts to guard herself become increasingly futile, her arms struggling to protect her midsection and chest, and the rest of her body beginning to wilt under the barrage, her posture buckling as the strength drains from her limbs. Each swing not only lifts her breasts but seems to sap a bit more fight from her, her knees buckling slightly, her stance becoming less stable. Tahnee, aware of the impact of her punches, doesn't relent. She observes the slow disintegration of her rival’s body paint with a cold satisfaction, each uppercut not just a strike but a deliberate act of erasure.
With Hannah trapped and vulnerable, Tahnee takes the opportunity to lean in close, the proximity highlighting the reversal of fortunes in this fiercely contested match. Her lips brush against her cheek. "All that talk, Hannah, and you can't seem to take what you dish out?" she taunts softly after the first punch lands, her lips brushing against her trembling cheek, a smirk in her voice as much as on her face. Hannah's face tightens, a mix of determination and pain flashing across her features as she tries to maintain her composure, her body involuntarily folding over the force of another glove shoved into her tummy, causing Tahnee's lips to slide across her cheek in a fleeting, mocking caress. With each word, she punctuates her taunts with action, drawing back her glove, only to drive it forward into Hannah's midsection once more, before continuing her psychological warfare, "Is this the best you've got? I expected more fight from you, champ." The repeated impacts, combined with Tahnee's taunts, visibly wear down Hannah, her attempts to retaliate growing weaker.
As the referee closely monitors the action, ready to intervene if necessary, the crowd watches in a mix of awe and shock. But the bell rings too soon, signaling the end of the intense round, and even then, Atkinson doesn't immediately step back. Instead, she leans her body in further, deliberately slamming her hips against Hannah's, forcing the trapped fighter to absorb the impact. Simultaneously, Tahnee wraps her arms around her neck, pulling her head and shoulders closer in a gesture that's part intimidation, part dominance. In this close, charged proximity, her breath is hot against Hannah's face. She leans in, her lips just inches from Hannah's, ensuring her words are for her ears alone. "By the end of this fight, I'm gonna scrape every last bit of paint off your body," Tahnee murmurs, her voice a blend of confidence and menace. "You'll leave this ring bare, stripped of your title and your pretty little designs." Then, just because she can, she drives another fist into her trembling waistline, sending Hannah collapsing down the turnbuckle, gasping for air. In the aftermath of the round, Tahnee's body paint, once a cohesive tapestry of color and form wrapped around her muscular frame, now shows significant wear. Areas of intense combat—where Hannah's gloves met her body earlier in their relentless exchanges—reveal skin beneath where paint once was, the once-sharp lines and vibrant hues now smeared and dulled, patches of bare skin peeking through like scars of battle. Hannah's situation is, of course, more pronounced, especially in the wake of Tahnee's final, punishing blow. Her body paint is now a chaotic mess of smudges and streaks. The impact zones, particularly around her waistline where Tahnee's glove drove in with unyielding force, are significantly stripped of their artistic designs. The once-artful depictions are now but ghosts of their former glory, with large areas of paint obliterated, leaving exposed skin. As Hannah gasps for air, slumped and visibly exhausted, the state of her body paint serves as a stark indicator of the bout's ferocity.
ROUND 7:
Atkinson maintains her momentum, her dominance in the first minute of the round clear as she presses her advantage. Her strategy is aggressive, her punches calculated to keep Hannah on the defensive, using her superior positioning to dictate the pace of the fight. However, the tide of the battle shifts dramatically in the second minute. In a moment of high tension and close combat, Hannah manages to catch Tahnee off-guard with a wicked hook sent across the jawline. The impact is immediate and devastating, the force of the blow visibly shaking the brunette to her core. The hit sends both fighters careening into the ropes, but they remain locked in each other's arms, trapped in a classic "phone booth" position. One arm instinctively wraps around the back of the neck and over the shoulders, each fighter pulling and tugging at the other's chin and face, holding their frames steady for what comes next. This precarious balance allows them to SLUG away at each other's body and breasts with their free fists. The scene is intense, each girl landing punishing shots to the pit of the belly or driving punches up into the breasts, only to take a hit in turn. Forehead to forehead, the fighters are locked in a struggle of wills, their breaths mingling in the heated air of the beach arena. Hannah, her determination burning bright, continues to pummel Tahnee's body. Each fist that lands contorts and folds her form over her glove. Despite her own growing fatigue, her resolve does not waver. She's driven by the singular goal of scoring the knockdown, each punch thrown with the hope of ending the fight and securing her title. With Tahnee sagging, Hannah drives a final, devastating uppercut to the base of her chin. The punch lands with a sickening “PAK”, resulting in her body going limp in her grasp. The force of the blow sends the Aussie girl’s stunned face slumped downwards, sliding down the center of the champ’s chest and tummy, in a slow, staggering descent that smudges the ink on Hannah's body paint severely. On the way down, Tahnee's lips brush against the contours of Hannah's orbs, traveling down the valley between her breasts, and across the toned expanse of her stomach. As she crumples to the sand, the arena erupts in celebration at the first KNOCKDOWN of this brawling epic. Hannah stands over Tahnee, her own breaths heavy, her body covered in sweat and smudged paint, a warrior pushed to the limits but emerging triumphant in this crucial moment.
The referee moves in to count, giving Tahnee the chance to rise, but the moment belongs to Hannah. She shoves the challenger off her before stepping back, allowing space for the count. But her eyes never leave Tahnee, who’s still sprawled and dazed upon the sand. Yet, as the count progresses, she begins to stir, her determination igniting once more within her. By the count of 8, her efforts to rise become more concerted. She plants her palms against the sandy canvas, pushing against the ground with all the strength she can muster. Her body, a mix of power and vulnerability in this moment, trembles as she forces herself back to her feet. The crowd watches in anticipation, their collective breath held as Tahnee, through sheer willpower, stands upright once again, facing Hannah and the fight that still lies ahead.
The physical state of her body paint, now that she's back on her feet, tells a vivid story of the battle's intensity. The once elaborate and vibrant designs that adorned her skin are now marred and smeared, the detailed patterns disrupted by the friction and force of the close-quarters combat. Her paint, particularly around the torso and breasts where Hannah's fists have landed repeatedly, shows significant wear, the colors blending into one another, the original artwork lost to the rigors of the fight. Most notably, the remnants of Hannah's white body paint are now visible on Tahnee's parted lips. These white marks, accidental trophies from their intense exchange, serve as a physical reminder of the close contact and the fierce competition between the two fighters. As the fight resumes for the final, crucial minute of the round, the atmosphere in the beach arena is charged at the sight of Hannah coming forth with eagerness, and Tahnee, having narrowly made it back to her feet by the count of 8, finding herself once again under siege against the ropes. She BATTERS the Welterweight champ in the final seconds, punches thumping into body and head, each one aimed to end the fight right there and then. However, the toll of the preceding rounds is evident on Hannah as well. Each punch thrown seems to sap a bit more energy from her, her movements becoming slower, less sharp. The ferocity and power behind her strikes begin to wane, the fatigue undermining her ability to deliver a finishing blow. Tahnee, battered but still standing, absorbs the punishment, and despite being pinned against the ropes, she manages to hold on to the bell. Both fighters take eager steps back, their chests heaving heavily, their bodies a testament to the war they've waged against each other.
ROUND 8:
The sun casts long shadows across the sand, turning the ring into a battleground where skill, endurance, and willpower collide. Amid the fervor of their match, Hannah manages to maneuver a winded Tahnee against the ropes, tightening her grip on the clinch. Her left hand secures the big brunette by her shoulder, holding her in place with a firmness before her right glove finds its target on her abdomen. The first punch lands with a muffled whudd, the sound of leather compressing against muscle and skin resonating through the immediate silence that falls over the crowd. Tahnee's eyes widen, a sharp exhale escaping her lips. Undeterred, Hannah continues, her glove repeatedly packing into her tummy, who attempts to absorb the blows, her own gloves coming down in a protective gesture over her midsection. But her punches continue to find their mark, each one folding Tahnee over a little more, the repetitive motion a visual echo of the fight's intensity. With each thrust of her glove into her waistline, there's a visible compression of muscle and flesh, a testament to the force behind the punches. The visual is stark—skin and muscle momentarily indent with each impact, and in between, Tahnee herself attempts to retaliate, her own gloves swinging in wicked arcs aimed at Hannah's face, becoming less about offense and more a desperate bid to disrupt the rhythm of Hannah's body shots. However, her hooks, though determined, lack their earlier strength, her energy sapped by the relentless uppercuts to her body. Each punch that packs into her tummy forces her body to lurch involuntarily forward, her upper torso bending over Hannah's invading glove, as if each shot pulls her closer to the source of her discomfort. Her legs, previously a stable foundation, now struggle to maintain balance, her stance wavering with each successive hit. The strain is evident on her face, grimaces of exertion and pain flashing across her features as she absorbs the punishment. Sweat mixes with the sea air, highlighting the grueling nature of their contest. Another punch curls into her abs, the glove seeming to burrow deep into her torso. The impact sends a clear message, the force of the blow churning her insides and turning her tummy to mush.
But Hannah looks buoyed by her performance in the previous round, mistakenly believing Tahnee to be on the verge of defeat, a misconception that she soon discovers to be far from the truth. The challenger’s sudden return strikes are wild and devastating, rocking Hannah’s head to the side before sinking into the blonde’s body with her own relentless intensity. Then, she maneuvers the dazed champ skillfully, reversing their positions against the ropes, placing Hannah where she’d been just moments before. Now in control, Tahnee asserts her comeback, her gloves packed into her rival’s midsection with returned malice, and Hannah, caught in the unexpected reversal, braces against the ropes, her body absorbing the impacts that are now being meted out. Tahnee keeps her close with an arm securely wrapped around her neck, ensuring there's little room for escape. Then, her glove curls repeatedly into the soft tummy flesh, each impact sinking deeper, as if seeking to find the very core of Hannah's resolve. The sound of leather burrowing into the champ’s trembling abs punctuates the air, a visceral "whump" and "whuddd" and “HAUAUUGHH” that echoes over the beach. Hannah, her body reacting instinctively to the assault, begins to fold over the invading glove. Her abs, once braced for impact, now tremble with each successive punch, and her gumshield is pushed to the brink, almost shot out from between her lips by the sheer power of Tahnee's blows. Another particularly vicious punch lands beneath her navel, the leather glove driven deep into the flesh of her lower belly. The impact folds Hannah's body over the packed glove, contorting her form in a visible display of pain and vulnerability. The strike, aimed to incapacitate, leaves the champ struggling to regain her breath and composure, her body involuntarily doubling over. But Tahnee's assault doesn't relent there; she follows up with a series of uppercuts aimed at her breasts. The force of the punches making them jolt upwards or pancake inwards, the impact distorting their shape momentarily. Amidst this relentless barrage, the elaborate body paint that once adorned Hannah's skin begins to suffer. The repeated impact of Tahnee's gloves, coupled with the intensity of their close-quarters struggle, causes the paint to scrape off entirely in places. Pockets of sweat-glistened skin emerge amidst the fading artwork, the once vibrant designs reduced to smudged remnants of their former glory. Hannah's body, a canvas of the fight's toll, bears the dual marks of physical exertion and the erasure of her painted armor. Caught by surprise, Hannah struggles to mount a defense, her initial confidence shaken by Tahnee's aggressive resurgence. In the messy brawl, Tahnee's breasts also become vulnerable targets, a last-ditched effort to fight her way back from the brink. Hannah’s gloves ram into her orbs from the side and base, her gloves making clear indents on each orb. The force of the blows causes the flesh to momentarily distort, the paint that once covered them smudged and smeared until it's all but gone. The once elaborate designs and vibrant colors are reduced to faint traces, leaving her breasts exposed, the skin glistening with sweat under the lights.
But while her chest is targeted, Tahnee ROARS in with her own massive swings, and a devastating shot rocks Ferguson across her chin. Immediately, she slumps forward, her head turned to the side in a silent testament to the force behind the punch, leaving her teetering on the edge of consciousness, her body poised on the brink of collapse. It looks like Tahnee might just secure her return KNOCKDOWN, but the challenger doesn't simply let gravity take its course… She keeps one arm securely wrapped around Hannah's neck and the back of her head, not just guiding her descent but actively contributing to it. Her free fist continues its punishing work, landing more blows to her body and breasts, each shot driving further air from her lungs. With every hit, Hannah's body folds over and shudders, and her attempts to stay upright become more labored, her body betraying the exhaustion and pain coursing through her. Her facial expression after each hit is one of pain and disbelief, her features contorted in a grimace that reveals the depth of her distress. Her eyes, wide with shock and fatigue, flicker with the fading hope of withstanding the onslaught, and her arms flail weakly, attempting to guard against the blows, but their movements are slow, uncoordinated, while her legs, which had carried her through countless rounds, begin to buckle under the strain. It’s the champ’s turn to SLIDDDEEEE down Tahnee's body, the visual striking—a complete reversal of fortune from the earlier round. The remaining ink on Hannah's skin smudges and smears against her rival’s body, a mixing of canvases from their grueling battle. Her descent culminates with her lips parted, breathing hard over Tahnee's navel, her knees sunk into the sand, while her gloves cling onto the challenger’s legs and hips in a last, desperate attempt to find stability in her downfall.
In the climactic moments of the fight, the final visual captures the raw essence of this contest, with Atkinson standing tall and proud over her fallen rival. Her chest heaves with exertion, her battered silhouette pulsing against the backdrop of the setting sun and the beach arena. Beneath her, Hannah is a contrast of resilience and vulnerability. Her lips, parted in a mix of exhaustion and dipped defiance, are pressed against the taut skin of Tahnee's tummy. As the referee's count pierces the air, the Queen of the Beach tries to pull away, to gather her strength and attempt to rise once more. Her efforts, however, are met with Tahnee's taunting presence from above, who asserts her dominance further by gripping her disheveled blonde hair, not to halt her recovery, but more so to underscore the finality of her triumph. "Stay down, champ," Tahnee whispers from above, her voice hinged with mockery. And try as she might, Ferguson can barely stir from her knees, each attempt to get back up forced to kiss more of her archrival’s sun-kissed skin, with her own gloves uselessly grasping for leverage over Tahnee’s butt and hips, further smudging the remaining body paint over her curves. Finally, the referee’s count reaches the final number of 10, and he has no choice but to call the END of this championship match, with Tahnee's victory seared into the memory of all who have witnessed it! This battle is OVER, with the Queen of the Beach finally dethroned!!
Official Result: Tahnee Atkinson defeats Hannah Ferguson via KO8! Tahnee Atkinson is the NEW Queen of the Beach!
AFTER:
The adrenaline of battle still coursing through her veins, the NEW Queen of the Beach and Welterweight champ leans down and over, her domineering presence towering over Hannah. With a smirk that speaks volumes, she taunts the former champ. "Still think you’re better, huh? Think we’ve disproved that notion today, haven’t we?”
In a moment that feels suspended in time, she slowly removes each of her boxing gloves, allowing them to flop to the sand below, before returning her bared fingers to recapture generous handfuls of blonde hair. The arena watches as she pulls Hannah even closer, with the Vixen still dazed and offering little resistance, her body still compliant under Tahnee's guiding hand and pressure, and her face drawn deeper into Tahnee's stomach.
Hannah's lips, parted and heavy with exhaustion, press against the sweat-slicked skin of Tahnee's abdomen. The force applied ensures that the contact is not just fleeting but sustained, with the sensation of Hannah's breath, warm and unsteady, fanning across her caramel skin.
The remnants of Tahnee's body paint, once vibrant and meticulously applied, begin to transfer itself onto Hannah's cheeks and lips. The dark colors smudge and blend as the last splotches rub off, each slight shift, each small movement, erasing more of the covering,leaving behind patches of green and black smeared over Hannah's skin, like a canvas marked by defeat. “Not done with you yet, b*tch…” Tahnee huffs from above. “You’re gonna clean EVERY part of paint from my body. That was a promise…”
She shoves Hannah roughly off her, before forcing her onto her back in the sand. The soft sand cushions the blonde’s fall, but the shock of the move draws a dull groan from her fallen form, spreadeagled and laid out, left vulnerable and defeated.
Swiftly, Tahnee walks over and drops herself downwards, straddling Hannah's chest and shoulders with her body weight. Once more, her hands reach down to entangle her hair, pull gently, ensuring her rival’s focus is directed upwards and into her longing gaze. The pressure of her butt and hips pressed down into the chest restricts Hannah's breathing, and slowly, Tahnee inches her hips and lower pelvis upwards, closer and closer to Hannah's parted lips and upturned chin, a movement charged with intention. The adjustment brings her foe’s defeated and flushed face to be framed tightly between her thighs.
From her position of power, Tahnee leans forward slightly, ensuring her presence is all but seen and fe;lt. "Looks like I've found my new throne," she declares, her voice imbued with sweet malice, and the confidence of a fighter who has not only won the match but has also claimed her rightful place as the undisputed Queen of the Beach. "And what better seat than your face, Hannah? Remember this moment.This is where you’ll always belong."
With a gesture that seals her victory, Tahnee forces Hannah's nose and lips between her inner thighs, effectively smothering her out in a final display of dominance. Hannah’s eyes go wide as she finds herself unable to breathe, her body thrashing wildly and trying to buck her conqueror off. But Tahnee’s firm grip ensures her parted lips are constantly pressed into her skin, too near to her pulsing womanhood, and the remnants of her body paint smearing across the Vixen’s cheeks and nose, marking her with the physical evidence of her triumph.
Tahnee's body, glistening with the exertion of the fight, becomes even more pronounced as the paint is finally wiped clean. Patches of clear, sweat-glistened skin emerge from under the fading designs. This act, forcing the last of her body paint onto Hannah’s defeated form, is not just about physical dominance but about leaving an indelible mark.
After Hannah goes limp beneath, she rises from her perch, Tahnee standing tall. With deliberate grace, she lifts her foot and places it firmly onto Hannah's chest, right where the remnants of the Golden Girl’s body paint still cling to her skin. The pressure of Tahnee's bare foot erases what little was left of her rival’s white paint upon her breasts.
This final pose is striking—Tahnee, standing with her foot on Hannah's chest, the conquering hero. Hannah, the conquered former champ, spreadeagled below. Both fighters have been stripped of their painted armors, their bodies marked by the battle and the intimate contact of their final exchange, and bearing the last smudges of paint in the waning sunset.
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