Hannah Ferguson vs Hope Dworaczyk
(Words: Vixens / Results: Lookout!)

R1: Sun is already setting, bathing both fighters’ gorgeous bodies in an orange glow. First contact between welterweights surprisingly tame, throwing occasional jabs aimed at head and tummy. Both noticeably guarding their chests at all times, perhaps explaining extra cautiousness. Hannah smirking as a one-two combo lands on Hope’s cheek, eliciting a groan. But blonde’s overconfidence wiped away by quick left-right counter to forearms guarding jugs, which leaves Hannah open to a straight left that catches her on the nose. Hope’s turn to smirk, but bell ends too soon. Round still barely awarded to Hannah for more hits landed.



R2: Hope throwing caution to the wind, decides to try to take the round by going after Hannah’s jugs! Hannah defends as brunette fires quick jabs to head, forcing her to raise guard, then gasping as Hope flattens her jugs with with quick but deliberate jab. Hannah on retreat, slugging Hope in the belly, chin, but Hope shrugs off blows and and wades in again, burying right fist in Hannah’s chest! Hannah cursing as pain shoots up her body, forced to play more defensively to protect assets and thus costing her the round and her lead overall. Hope all smiles at sound of bell at sight of Hannah hugging chest. She points at her jugs with a gloved fist. “Not so lucky now, are they?” Hannah shoots her a dirty look and an hisses an under-the-mic “B*tch” before heading back to corner to recover.



R3: Bell rings and apparently Hannah’s corner told their girl to charge! Hope still smirking from last round, pounding gloves together as taunt, when Hannah suddenly sprints forward and SLAMS a right overhand punch into her face!! What transpired just barely registering as brunette just goes >o< in shock, body thrown back against turnbuckle, and it’s Hannah’s turn to want jug!! Blonde hungrily mashing Hope’s proud rack with lefts and rights. Hope whimpering at first but then pain jolts her back into the fight - she clinches with blonde and sends brutal right hooks into Hannah’s curvaceous side THUK THUK THUUK, making the blonde grimace in pain as her side goes red. Hannah trying to shove rival off, but heavier brunette manages to cling on. Blonde resorts to looping uppercuts in and under clinch, jostling brunette’s assets about with low thuds and drawing audible moans from Hope. Brunette finally shoves her opponent off instead, fires a wild swing that barely misses Hannah’s head. Bell rings just as Hannah cocks back hand to continue rack abuse - Hannah’s turn to smirk at the sight of brunette cradling chest. She cups both her own jugs and coos, “I guess they're working after all… Unlike yours.”



Hannah turns to go back to corner, but rage fills up Hope’s eyes - brunette SNAPS and rushes at Hannah, who turns around just in time for Hope’s fist to crunch into her cheek! Hannah just goes gruggghh as Hope smashes her tits over and over again, pounding through the thin fabric and screaming, “I’ll kill you, you big f*cking b*tch! Then I’ll pound your jugs into submission.” Hannah trying desperately to fight off attacker, relieved when referee finally forcibly jumps in, pushes Hope away from her prey. After-jug punches clearly don't count for points, so Hannah still dominating the round. But punches still hurt, and hurt they did - Hannah’s corner trying their best to massage and sooth mammaries that are rapidly reddening.



R4: As Hannah anticipated, Hope charges at her even before the bell rings. Blonde is ready for her onslaught, however, meeting her in the middle of the sand and deflecting the large blows that come at her by slapping them away. Hope furious, looking for jug revenge, but getting her own jugs pounded on as her attacks are deflected nicely by Hannah. Pain, anger and desperation force Hope to screech and launch a WILD haymaker into the air… WHICH ACTUALLY CONNECTS! Blonde’s eyes screw shut as surprise blow hits her between the eyes, knocking her backwards, and HOPE. WANTS. JUUUGG. With another shout, brunette rushes in and buries her fists into Hannah’s left/right breasts in alternate fashion. When blonde tries to cover up, Hope goes down below, spanking at belly with right hand, jerking her body forward with each painful shot… Hannah folds over, knees are shaky! And Hannah Ferguson drops to all fours, cradling body in pain. Hope being herded to corner, but not before shouting abuse : “YEAH! HOW’D YA LIKE THAT, YOU LITTLE BLONDE B*TCH??”



3...4… Hannah fighting back tears, but manages to straighten up on her knees.


5...6… Hope’s magnificent chest heaving in corner, mumbling curses under breath as Hannah manages one knee, with both hands on ropes.


7...8… Hannah pulls herself up in time - recovers on wobbly legs!! Ref waves to continue and Hope looks even more pissed off!! Rushes in to torture blonde for having the nerve to stand up again. Hannah turtling up best, wisely guarding midsection and chest but nonetheless eating some shots to face, giving Hope a clear, overall lead in the fight, and Hopes smirk says it all. She mashes a final fist into Hannah’s right jug after the blonde lowers her guard at sound of the bell, drawing a sharp GASP and protests from ref. Hope ignores the latter, leans in close and hisses, “I had you. You were beaten down. Next round, your jugs are mine.” Hannah groans as brunette removes glove from chest. Referee pushes her away and issues her a second warning (and we’re only in Round 4!). Dominant comeback for Hope but can she maintain momentum?



R5: Hannah surprisingly spritely on her feet as she goes into trademark Ferguson-defense: quick feet to dodge big right hands, then quick fists to pepper Hope’s face with jabs. Brunette seething with anger at being denied jug - her punches missing or hitting at guard. Mid-round hysterics as she screams, “Come on, you chicken sh*t. Come and fi--hngggh” Right hand suddenly slams into Hope’s cheek as Hannah takes her advice, jams another fist into tummy once, twice. Hope goes hgghh hugggh, before bashing Hannah’s face in with a left hook and choking blonde with a chopping blow to middle of chest. They clinch in middle of ring, looping occasional uppercut into enemy's tummy, but Hope now the one punishing the blonde for getting in too close, takes every opportunity to mash knuckles into jug flesh - fabric of Hannah’s bikini top already seeing signs of extreme wear and tear. Hannah realizes danger (probably from the overwhelming pain), manages to shove Hope off before the bell rings. A close round for both girls as Hannah shows renewed fighting spirit, but Hope licking lips in satisfaction at having tortured rack even more, knows she's still in lead overall.



R6: Hannah kicking up sand as she evades brunette, but both girls are clearly slowing down from tiredness. Hannah punishes brunette’s tummy with quick jabs after ducking under a big right hand, ans first two minutes of round continue this way, with Hannah picking right strategy to score points. Hope, however, gritting teeth with every jab that stings her face, relentlessly tries to bully blonde to the ropes or trap Hannah nto cauldron position... and with her relentless taunting, it seems to work! Hannah’s nostrils flaring at words like, “Come and fight, you coward!!” to “What, your jugs too tired?” which get into her head. Blonde takes the bait of wading in to punish Hope’s lips for her insults, gets pasted across her face from a quick-hook, then double-fisted dose of jug-punishment as Hope pistons both fists into Hannah’s orbs. Blonde grunts and retreats, thankfully saved by the bell! Hope clearly not at all disappointed at being controlled earlier start of the round - satisfaction on her lips at final exchange going her way.



R7: Exhaustion starting to kick in by this round. Crowds however still energetic at main event going the distance, chanting both girls’ names and small pockets of ‘Jug her out!’ being repeated and growing in volume. Hannah heaves herself off of stool, wincing at pain in chest and sides - doesn't see the charging Hope this time round!! Brunette returns favour and DECKS blonde across the cheek, momentum of devastating blow sending both girls crashing back to turnbuckle with Hope pinning the blonde to corner with her body. Hannah stunned for a moment, but fights back with right hook to Hope’s face and smacking into offensive tummy HUP HUP HUP. But Hope shrugs off.blows, simply smothers Hannah against turnbuckle and RAMS right hand over and over into her belly . Hannah gawking and gasping as brunette pins elbow to her throat, pistons free fist into left jug, right jug, popping and propping Hannah’s breasts left and right and left, until skimpy and tattered bikini simply quits in protest! Crowd goes wild as Hannah’s orbs are one after the other dislodged by Hope’s repeated punching! Hope smirking with glee, not relenting one but and just opting to flatten bare boobs with her leather glove, but Hannah’s new nakedness seems to awaken a fire in her. Blonde hugs brunette closer, denying her of targets, continues smacking Hope on the mouth with short hooks, which seem to daze the brunette momentarily, allowing Hannah to wrestle Hope around, now with her back to turnbuckle. Hope panics for moment at sudden reversal of fortunes, but before Hannah can inflict sweet revenge, bell rings, and crowd goes ‘Awwww’, wanting to see more girl-on-girl brawling and knowing now that Hannah will have to find new replacement to cover up her proud assets.



R8: Loud cheers and hoots, however, when Hannah decides to fling tattered remains of her string bikini to the rafters, after trying and failing to secure it back onto her proud rack.. Hope smirks at her handiwork - red welts and bruises covering the surface and sides of Hannah’s chest, but Hope doesn't look her best either - corner men had to stop cuts on forehead and upper lip, and Hannah’s insistence on body blows starting to leave glove-prints on her tummy and and chest as well.



Both women extra cautious as bell rings signaling the start of the eighth. Hannah notices Hope gleaming at her bare chest and retorts defiantly, “You want my jugs? Come and take ‘em!” opening up her arms for emphasis. And ON does Hope COME, seeking to humiliate blonde further!,She fires big, looping hooks and trademark overhand slams, but Hannah defiantly holds on or evades. Blonde not taking any verbal bait this round (after getting chewed over by Corey Saucier in between rounds). Instead, does the trash-talking every time Hope misses at her chest,and receives sharp blow in return: “What’s wrong? thought you wanted to kiss these babies, and not my fist?” to which Hope, already panting heavily, just responds with a “F*** you!” or “B*tchhh!’ or both. Hannah jabs past guard, smacking Hope in the nose for the third time in the round, drawing squeals of rage and, as predicted, another unpredictable wild hook from Hope, which Hannah comfortable sails under this time and buries both fists into stomach. Hope lets out deep- throated groan, doubles over, but Hannah far from finished, slaps a short uppercut to chin which straightens brunette up again, then proceeds to dish out cold, sweet revenge, slamming her fists over and over into Hope’s jugs. Brunette can only cover up as she’s walked back to ropes - Hannah however not deterred, precision punches slam into left, right, sides and top of Hope’s chest, jostling her orbs around to the point of where they, too, break free from confines of thin fabric... Momentary hush echoes through the crowd with realization that girls are now boxing each other topless on the beach… then it ROARS back into action as Hannah’s left flattens her boob, her right sinks deep into belly and Hope just drops down to her knees, forehead touching the sand, cradling her broken body! Hannah just huffing and puffing hot air as she stands over her foe, hugging her own tummy and side.



3...4… Hope barely stirring, whimpering as she sucks mouth-guard back in from the sandy beach.


5… 6… Hannah too tired for taunting, already seated on corner stool catching her breath, assuming that she’s won!


7...8... But slowly, Hope is pulling herself up along the ropes! Hannah stands up too, not believing her eyes, as the ref hits--


9… Teeee-- With a loud groan, brunette drapes two arms over top rope for support, her belly and bare chest heaving in and out for air. Ref shouts, ‘Fight!’ but the word seems to barely registered with Hope, as Hannah sucks in a deep breath and advances slowly. Only when she gets within a few feet of Hope, meeting no resistance whatsoever, does she PLUNGE both gloves into Hope’s bare jugs again, flattening them completely and drawing a deep HUHHHH from the brunette that makes Hannah smile. Blonde’s turn to lean in face-to-face, lips pressed against rival’s cheek as she hisses, “Now how does that feel, b*tch?” Low groooann greets Hannah as she pumps her fist in and out of offensive jug, but bell saves Hope from another potential knockdown.



R9: One thing’s for sure: both girls are both exhausted but also thoroughly even at this point of the bout. They stumble out of corners, fists barely raised, take small steps towards each other. When they finally reach firing range, the sight of each other’s orbs seems to make blood boil and they CRASH bodies into each other with a meaty SLAP. Blonde and brunette both snake arms around rival’s shoulder and waist, SHOCK each other with mitts to face and chin, then fists travel downwards, knuckles THUP THUP THUPPING into bare breasts and tummy. Hannah now paying back brunette with more brutal close quarters fighting, slowly landing more dull thuds to chest and gradually drawing more moans, as she beats Hope back towards the ropes. Hope looks utterly spent - unable to recover quickly from beat down in previous round. Blonde now putting her energies into putting her way - two more fists connect with her swollen orbs, wicked uppercut to midriff doubles her over with an ouuuff. Hannah bends her knees, cocking right fist from below - TORQUES BRUTAL UPPERCUT TO HOPE’S CHIN - brunette mouth sprays blood and spit up into the air, as her body flies backwards and upwards over the ropes - tumbles and CRASHES into the sand on other side! Judges and officials share a quick look but then shrug to continue - no rule apparently in Vixen playbook that says you cant fight outside the ring. Shouts and cries from the stands as SURELY this must be it??



3...4… Hannah sucking in air, arms over top rope, jugs glistening in the sunset.


5...6… Hope’s broken body still moving on the sand! But it’s her just arms and legs unravelling, like the silhouette of dead woman at a crime scene.


9...10… IT’S OVER!! Hannah collapsing to knees herself as the crowd congratulates her for winning the toughest fight of her career so far, and Hannah knows it.



Official Decision: Hannah Ferguson knocks out Hope Dworaczyk KO9!



After: Hannah unlaces gloves as she gingerly makes her way out of ring to join Hope ok the beach, careful to not let her punished jugs scrap against anything but her hands. Hope moans as a hand grips firmly in her tresses and she’s pulled up to her knees. “Get up, b*tch. I’m not done with you yet.” But Hannah also exhausted from nine rounds - she heaves brunette’s face to rest against her breathing belly for a moment, before pulling her up the rest of the way, Hope’s face sliding against the curve of her abs and breasts. “Let’s go for a swim, shall we?” Hannah hisses, proceeds to walk the moaning brunette to the fading shoreline and kick her body onto the wet sand. Reality finally dawning on Hope as the waves start rolling in, licking her battered body - but it’s too late! Hannah slams her butt down on her aching tummy, drawing loud HNGHH - before her mouth and face is immediately engulfed in Hannah’s tortured jugs! Blonde meeting little resistance - slowly tightening her grip, biceps flexing around Hope’s head as the rest of her body simply flattens her rival into the sand. “You wanted my jugs so badly? Well, here they are babe. Enjoyyy...” Hannah coos into wet hair as she continues rocking Hope’s limp body from side to side for another minute. Moans and whimpers soon die down, drowned by the evening surf. Satisfied, Hannah carefully relents, kneels beside a jug-shocked Hope Dworaczyk being claimed by the waves and wet sand. A final fist that flattens Hope’s right jug confirms that the brunette is unconscious.“Better luck next time b*tch!” Hannah cups her own jugs in triumph, then with a tired sigh, falls back into the surf herself, letting the chilly waves wash over and soothe her aching body, a firm grin on her lips confirming a hard-frought victory over the knocked-out brunette, just inches from her.