Before: Interviewer asks both Hannahs how they feel towards their doppelgangers.

Hannah F.: Davis is all washed up, and I’m going to prove it today. She’s 0-2 in her career and I’m gonna make it 0-3 tonight. A win here today will also prove I’m still in the game after my loss to Tahnee. I’m gonna take out my aggression on Davis today.

Hannah D.: The newbie thinks she can take me on? Hmph. She’s barely in my weight-class. I may have some losses, but experience is still experience. I’ll bury her face in the sand.

Both ladies stretching on sand in their corners. Hannah Ferguson bending forward in a double-leg split, her body covered in fish-net body paint that blends in with the white sand beneath her legs. Hannah Davis stretching her lean body upwards, exposing eager tummy surrounded by bluish-purple seashells, circling all way up to rest on her proud jugs. The effect is quite stunning, like seashells covering a beach on a tropical island. Ferguson dons red gloves, whilst Davis’ are midnight black. Both girls barefoot, feeling the hot sand beneath, on some sound advice from veteran beach fighters.
 
Round 1: Both girls eager to get started, gloves raised to cover jugs as they eye rivals’ bodies, looking for a target. Davis first to lash out - quick jab to Ferguson’s cheek. Blonde stunned but instinctively fires back - right hand slams into Davis’ nose. Both ladies continue testing defences, tagging punches on cheeks and belly, but quite obvious both are protecting key assets in middle. Round ends with no girl getting clear advantage over the other.

Round 2: Ferguson more aggressive and her usual self: comes in close, clips Davis on cheek, then retreats and circles prey. Davis frustrated as faster woman embarrasses her with more jabs to left cheek, right eye - fires punch back but always narrowly misses. Ferguson getting cocky, wades in once more, cocks an uppercut to chin, WHACKED in the face with a straight right from Davis. Davis comes on, but blonde retreats again and shakes her head. Round ends with Ferguson still getting more hits in, takes the round.

Round 3: Ferguson seething, stubborn. Davis smirks as she notices same pattern as last round. Brunette plants feet, hopeful for blonde to come to her. Ferguson fires quick jab that boffs Davis on left cheek, ducks under a left cross, but doesn’t see HUGE RIGHT HOOK that slams into Ferguson’s side! Blonde stunned as she GASPS in shock, isn’t prepared for follow-up left uppercut that whips head backwards. Davis smiles as she advances on blonde, plunges left and right hands into belly, jugs. Ferguson whimpering as she covers up until bell rings. Wide round for Davis as she walks away, hand raised to cheers, licking her lips as she draws first jug-blood.

Round 4: Ferguson naturally more defensive and Davis seeks to capitalise. Brunette fires power right after power right, but only hitting Ferguson’s guard or missing entirely. Ferguson bobs right as another fist flies past her cheek, gut-checks Davis with a 1-2 pounding and tries for uppercut, but now Davis’ turn to weave out of way! RIGHT HOOK to Ferguson’s left jug stuns the blonde - she covers up in pain and retreats once more. “Thought you wanted some of these?” Davis gestures with both
gloves to her massive double-D jugs and blows the blonde a kiss. “You must be compensating for something.” Anger flashes across Ferguson’s face as she rushes forward- but is stopped by referee as bell rings. Davis takes that round narrowly again by points and sheer sexiness!

Round 5: Davis smirking, loves getting under Ferguson’s skin. “You want ‘em? Come get ‘em.” Ferguson rushes the brunette - who’s been ready for her - draws arm back and FIRES HUGE RIGHT CROSS - WHICH MISSES!! Shock on brunette’s face as red glove compacts Davis’ nose - body slumps back against turnbuckle and FERGUSON GOES TO WORK! Right hand left fist pounding on quivering belly button - Davis’ body jerks with each impact, lips moaning, tries to clinch, but blonde whips arms away and hooks gorgeous orbs, bouncing jugs left to right, whips brunette pained face to the right with a hard hook. Last move forces blonde’s body to crash into brunette’s, as both ladies sucking in air, lips not far from offensive skin. Ferguson smirks as her body pins and flattens Davis’ jugs, white and dark blue paint rubbing off each other. “You were saying?” Ferguson pummels left breast again, eliciting another moan. “Why would I ever compensate for your jugs?” As bell rings, referee trying to wave Ferguson off. Blonde reluctantly relinquishes body smother and lets Davis collapse at corner. What a shutout for Ferguson this round. Blonde knows she won this round clearly, showing off her body, now drowned in the orange sunset, clear signs of wear and tear starting to reveal certain unmentionables from smudged white paint.

Round 6: Davis still hugging tummy as round begins. She raises fists in defiance, revealing voluptuous body streaked with blue lines, from sweat dripping down belly. Ferguson comes on quickly, eager to finish up handiwork - left jab catches Davis on flush of cheek, right cross slugs brunette in tummy. She groans but powers quick left-right into Ferguson’s nose and cheek. As blonde backs away, Davis follows with powerful right hand after right hand to guard, fourth one sneaking in and squashes blonde cheek! Ferguson thrown back against ropes but rebounds quickly, avoiding huge uppercut from Davis, hoping to finish rival off, POWERS RIGHT HAND into Davis’ gut. The brunette goes HUUAGH as body folds in half, knees about to collapse. Ferguson not satisfied though! Blonde muscles in, propping brunette body up with elbows then GOING TO CANDYLAND with hard slugs to belly and breasts. Davis whimpering as body tortured, finally collapses, hugging her middle and curling into a ball. Ref starts count down, but there’s no point as Davis doesn’t move from spot.

Official Decision: Hannah Ferguson defeats Hannah Davis via KO6!

After: Ferguson jubilant at first body paint win, flaunts her sweat-soaked and half-painted body in orange glow. She strides over to Davis, poses over her curled up body in the sand. “Whose face is in the the sand now?” Ferguson coos, bends down and grabs a big handful of dark hair and starts dragging Davis’ body towards the sea. “Let’s go, bitch.” Davis can only moan in protest, her face still bunched up in pain.

As the waves slowly lap at their ankles, Hannah drops Davis’ body with a loud PLOP in the ocean. The waves lapping in her face start bringing Davis back to reality, but Hannah quickly flips her over and sits down on it, ass completely smothering her rival’s face in a reverse-face-smother. Davis’ body starts thrashing about in the surf, but a few well-placed knuckles to tummy finally silences her. “That’s better.” Waves continue to lap at Davis’ writhing body, slowly wiping away blue body paint. Ferguson smirks, traces a finger up Davis’ quivering belly, wiping away the last remnants of blue.
“Told ya you were all washed up.”
Hannah gets up from conquered perch and makes an obscene gesture to the crowd in general, but clearly intended for someone specific in mind - the same person who handed her her only loss of her career. She strides back to beach, arms in the air to cheers of the crowd, leaving Davis’ prone body still soaking up the surf, a statement made.