Kate Upton versus Gemma Atkinson
(Body Saddle Bout)
(Words & Results: Lookout!)



BEFORE: Two former welterweight champions and two of the hottest models in the world compete here tonight, with plenty on the line. No titles, but high stakes as tonight will be a Body Saddle match between the two. Gemma memorably took Kate’s title as Kate was forced to take Gemma for a ride in their contest to start off the year, but will Kate be able to find redemption here tonight or suffer another humiliating loss to the busty Brit? 

“It’s been a rollercoaster year for me….” Gemma stated bluntly, “But, here at the end of the year, things are going to be looking up for me because I am going to head into the next year with Kate underneath me and most importantly, in my rearview mirror as I head towards the title again. I’m one of the fittest models in the freaking world and it’s time the world recognizes that. It’s time to kick chubby bimbos like her to the side!!” 

Kate rolls her eyes, positively fuming, “I’m sick of this chubby sh*t! I’m healthy and Gemma should know that. But, we’ll see whether she makes any jokes about my weight when I’m riding her like the bimbo she is. I’m fitter, I’m hotter and hell yes, I’m better. I’ve had quite a year myself, but I’m going to end it on top taking out trash like Gemma and Tahnee. I’m the Top Model in the world and the rest of these bimbos are here to serve the queen.” 

Come fight night, Kate arrives in a golden triangle top with matching gloves booty shorts - blonde hair in a battle bun - Gemma clad in a bright red sports bra with matching gloves and booty shorts - hair in a fighting ponytail. 

Neither model enjoying being in one anothers presence as they chest up to one another, much to the delight of the crowd, with the ref working to pull them apart lest they go at one another before the bell and it’s clear that they very nearly do. The tension between them is thick and the crowd recognizes it, on their feet and chanting for the two of them to start. Both of them look ready to oblige the crowd and the ref doesn’t even bother asking them to shake hands, but bodies them back with no small amount of effort to their respective corners. Then the bell rings and all of that work is for naught as they shoot towards one another to begin the battle...

R1: Atkinson coming out slick in the ring, and more importantly, she's calm, making Upton look amateurish as the Marvel from Michigan is way wild early. Gemma with the right hand at her cheek, left across her body, putting her lead shoulder into Kate, nudging her off balance, rolling with Upton' looping punches and calmly placing thick right hands to the midriff or pulling a swatting hook across those luscious jugs. Plenty of jiggly offense from Upton as she bares her teeth and heaves, but she's making Atkinson look like a defensive wizard with single digit connect percentage.

R2: Atkinson staying compact, using her shoulder to nudge up with, slipping under Kate punches to get close, then pumping out of the crouch to score underneath. Atkinson working out of the wrap, using her left arm to cradle Kate around the waist, then stuffing in meanspirited right hands to the belly and jugs. Upton getting swamped, but showing good strength - she wraps up high on Atkinson, tumbling with her rival along the ropes - girls plunging and pumping with free right hands whenever they can. Sloppy hold and hit tough to score.

R3: More trudging, sultry body on body action as the big girls wrap up, twist and turn each other around the ring, occasionally cramming home the hurt downstairs. Both getting their licks in to jug by slumping the opponent forward, pulling on the right arm and pumping away with short right hands - no backswing, both girls shortening up the strokes, punching with their legs and shoulders in close. Another impossible to score round as the ref forced to pry the two brawny models apart after the bell.

R4: Kate getting strong - she's been the busier girl all day, but now she's shortening up the strokes, no longer missing over the top of Gemma, but punishing the veteran as Atkinson bobs her way in close. Upton using her left shoulder now as both girls employ bump and shoot - Kate touching up, then curling in the right uppercut - perfect punch selection as Atkinson stoops forward and takes off her face. Kate punishing Gemma toe to toe this round - right uppercuts freezing the big Brit, left hooks pounding paunch to put hurt on her face at the bell.

R5: Atkinson forced to open up a bit more, does well by potshotting Kate from medium distance. Girls trading clouting haymakers - Kate wide with banging lefts and rights, breasts heaving side to side in syncopation - Atkinson crouching, rolling with the incoming and fitting her straight right hand down the middle to bang back Upton' head or stuff between her breasts. Both girls landing hard, backing the other up, but Upton' work rate starting to bury Atkinson as Gemma can't keep up.

R6: Atkinson with the bump and punch early, using her left shoulder and chopping right hand to beat Upton into grudging retreat. Kate gets her own shoulder and right hand rhythm going and it's beefy two way slugging - Upton trying to work her right uppercut off the shoulder butt, Atkinson dropping the tight overhand right. Suddenly, Upton dips in, touches up with her left elbow, then bends her back into a clipping right uppercut and Atkinson comes apart - Gemma drops to one knee with a glazed expression, caught perfectly on the tip of the chin. Gemma A takes a woozy 8, but she's lolling on the ropes still badly shaken and on comes Kate! Big beefy beat down - Upton wrapping up Gemma's right arm and PLUNDERING the belly and breasts with her right hand, pushing leather into Atkinson with heartstopping leverage as Kate presses in with body after every slug. AND THE REF JUMPS IN - ashen faced Gemma sags into the ropes out on her feet as Kate prances away - TKO6 Kate Upton.

AFTER: The match is hardly over before Kate is removing her gloves, snapping her fingers for attendants to retrieve the body saddle. While they frantically work to move quickly and bring it into the ring, Kate takes her time to take her beaten Brit rival out for a very public and embarrassing Walk Of Shame. Kate clearly relishing the moment, one brawny arm wrapped around Gemma’s waist and underneath her jugs, pushing them upwards as Kate calls to the crowd, “I owned these….” and then patting her foe’s abs, “I owned this!” Just beaming as she waves to the crowd like she’s walking down the runway and blowing kisses to the crowd - taking two full circuits of the ring as she giggles and then suddenly, shoves Gemma to all fours. 

“ON ALL FOURS FOR YOUR QUEEN!” Kate barks imperiously as she snaps her fingers again, pointing to the sweaty back of Atkinson, upon which is swiftly affixed a Body Saddle for Kate to ride. Kate grinning as she watches the straps get tightened, mounting her rival with smooth confidence after everything is set as she bounces her butt atop Gemma’s back a few times to get settled. Reaching back with a hard swat across her rival’s posterior to urge her onwards, she spurs Gemma around the ring. Gemma is groaning and blubbering, trying to fight back the urge to cry as Kate continues to berate her as she allows her foe to take her on a ride around the ring. Kate bouncing a bit, squeezing her thighs around her waist as she straddles her back and will use her foe’s hair as reigns. Kate will occasionally reach down to give one of Gemma’s jugs a squeeze if she feels her slowing, drawing a loud squeal but accomplishes her task of motivating Atkinson. 

Gemma is panting and moaning, sweat and tears streaking down her face as Kate forces her on another tour of the ring, her muscles shaking as Kate hisses down at her, “WHO IS THE TOP MODEL IN THE FCBA?” as Gemma shakes her head for a moment, either out of confusion or resistance. It’s not clear, but it if it’s resistance, that clearly wilts after another sharp swat to her posterior as Gemma shouts, “YOU ARE KATE - YOU’RE THE TOP MODEL” 

Kate snarls furiously, “AND WHO IS THE QUEEN?” 

Gemma clearly has some other answers in mind, but as she momentarily thinks of responding in snarky fashion, she collapses with a loud sob. Kate just riding her to the canvas as Gemma wails out angrily, unable to rise or buck her foe off of her, “YOU’RE THE QUEEN, KATE!!!” 

Kate grins, licking her lips in satisfaction, watching her curvy foe cry underneath her as she wiggles her butt atop her back. Finally beaming as she pumps a double bicep flex and then pushes herself to her feet, planting one foot across the Brit’s back as she purrs, “Get this little broken bimbo out of here. I don’t think all the queen’s men or all the queen’s horses, including this little pony, can put humpty freaking dumpty back together again.” Kate almost shivers with excitement as she watches her rival reduced to tears as she is forced to crawl, then stagger like a newborn deer learning to walk out of the arena.

Kate beams as she heads over to mount a turnbuckle, rather than a foe for a moment, thrusting one fist into the air and victorious jugs out for the crowd as she bellows out, “ALL HAIL THE QUEEN!”. The crowd responds enthusiastically and begins to chant the same. Closing her eyes for a moment, she then breaks into a huge smile as she opens them and then saunters out of the arena, listening to thousands upon thousands chant for her. It may not last forever, but for tonight, it’s good to be the queen. 

Pretty freaking good.