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31 August 2018 Title Ch Tahnee Atkinson vs Kate Upton (redirected from 31 August Title Ch Tahnee Atkinson versus Kate Upton)

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Posted by Lookout! Boxing on Sep 1, 2018 at 1:15pm

 

Tahnee Atkinson versus Kate Upton
(Welterweight Title)
(Words: Oddman & Lookout / Results: Lookout!)

 

BEFORE: Beach veterans emerge misted down with water, hair wetted and slicked well back. Kate in a baby-blue triangle-cut thong bikini, white gloves & barefoot. Tahnee emerges in a dark-green scoop top bikini, with matching thong bottoms, black gloves & barefoot. 

Tahnee waving a dismissive hand in Kate’s direction, “I think by now I’ve shown that Kate’s not special. When I beat her in the best of three, I showed everybody that she’s just one of the girls. Kate can be broken and I’m just the girl to do it. By now, I’ve shown that I’m the toughest girl around and it’ll be a pleasure to show Kate why she doesn’t measure up. I’m a Goddess around here and she is going to acknowledge that tonight.” 

Kate rolling her eyes, “Obviously, Tahnee is collecting accolades and wins right and left. No question that they’re well-deserved, but she is not going to keep getting them at MY expense. In the welterweight division, it’s up to one girl to set the standard around here. That girl is going to be me. I’m the Queen and everybody else is living in MY kingdom. After tonight, Tahnee is going to be my subject and that bytch is going to have to bow the f*ck down.” 

In their usual ritual they go forehead to forehead, then wrap each other up in a mutual bearhug during instructions. When asked to touch gloves, they separate with a mutual double-handed ass slap before backing away from each other, never breaking the staredown.

R1: No surprises here, flat footed strong stances, low hands, both girls leaning in with their chests out, chins up, pulling in haymakers from the hips in crowd pleasing give-and-take. Kate takes a clocking right hand upside the head, slings an underhand right to Tahnee’s wide-open gut, following it up with a clanging hook on the jaw. Atkinson rocked, twists her hips and sweeps the left across Upton’s robust jugs, buries the right hand in the blonde’s equally available belly. Back and forth like this, both girls right there for the other with the disdain for defense from a pair of two-time JMDD champions, Tahnee maybe getting the better of spirited trade.

R2: Bare feet swishing in sand as they’re back for more; they plant, trade heavy right hand roundhouses wide to body; back up top with ringing hooks, both lasses stamping in sand when smote. Back and forth: flat footed, strong-legged slugging, both girls right there for the punching, loading up and lugging home beef in lieu of volume. Tahnee finally getting the worst of it - she hits ropes early in the third minute, covers up. Kate jiggles to her right, bounces a tight hook off Atkinson's forehead, drops the right in on exposed jaw, then bodies up while jamming away left hand to paunch. Tahnee winded, blurting out in pain as she takes Kate’s weight and punch simultaneously, ref issues break as hungry blonde licks her lips, eyes flashing.

R3: Same flat-footed swishing, both girls simply looking to close and get off hamhanded. Tahnee wading forward - by second minute she's swinging freely at Kate's flanks, shaking busty American with sheer heft of wallop. Upton trying to answer back, but she's being buffetted backwards, not getting her weight into shots. Speaking of weight: Atkinson stepping in close, turning into those short, muscular right hands that ended Righetti & Perry’s challenges, she's dangling her left at her side as she gets 100% behind these massive, pounding blasts. Kate belted in a groggy reel across sand - you can see her bracing for the blast, covering up, but simply being bludgeoned sideways as Tahnee steps into her sock. Bossy Aussie stepping-to, Atkinson lands a right hand so fat and clean to Upton's chest that she's sent staggering backwards, bouncing off the ropes and wrapping the brunette up into a desperation clinch that sends them BOTH sprawling to sand as crowd roars to it's feet. Ref stands them up, Kate turtles up against the ropes, Tahnee wades in snarling, BELTING Kate with both hands to flank and skull. Upton’s being shaken by beefy blasts - beaten to her right along the ropes. Atkinson stepping in strong, turning her torso into one slamming right hand after another: THIS is the form she's used to rocket her way into the welter elite. Dreadful shelling beats Kate sideways to ropes: she turns into them, clutching top strands in both arms as her legs give way. She's just hanging there, holding on as Tahnee plants feet wide, plowing right hands to back, buttock and skull to bell, ANY other fighter but Upton and this thing’s a TKO. Atkinson seething - ref has to shove her back as Kate staggers to her corner, yanks the towel out her corner’s hand, she IS coming out next round. 

Between rounds: Both fighters standing in their corners leaning back against the turnbuckle with arms resting over the top ropes. A specialized second – one of the local girls trained and employed specifically for sand bouts – is brushing their face, shoulders, and upper chest with a hand towel and wiping her free of sand above the knee per beach rules. Blood-rivals glaring across the ring, chests pumping like bellows as they prepare for more mayhem.

R4: Kate hands up, elbows in, eyes narrowed: she's got her work cut out for her after last round. Tahnee loaded up and whaling away righty: Upton able to read the wide blows, crouch into 'em, then answer back short n' snug, pumping lefts and rights to tummy & tits. Atkinson getting backed up, this time she can’t get her weight forward, beaten in stages to ropes. Kate methodical here, pushing in on Tahnee, palming the girl's arms out to either side, then getting after that rack with brawny, belting swings. Atkinson frequently with her arms pushed over the top rope, exposing her massive rack to a terrible bludgeoning. Upton working hard, bodying up, grabbing the ropes, legs stamping in sand to keep Tahnee pinned down - then the blonde pushes off and palms to open her foe up for more leather. Kate hammering away like a blacksmith at times - sweat flying off her brow as plunges into Atkinson's helpless rack with thudding rights and lefts. Tahnee laying against ropes and sopping it up: she's blubbering at the bell, arms crossed against her jugs.

R5: Kate stepping in with left palm pushing at Tahnee's right shoulder; right hand shovel-punching at Aussie's belly, landing a few smacking wallops until Atkinson answers a thudding left hook to chops. Tahnee follows up with a swinging left to turn Kate's head; both girls belting fat right hands into offending jugs, then they fall into Cauldron - left arms looped round opposing necks, hunching the opponent forward while right hands plow up underneath, claiming belly/jugs until ref's breaks. Fighters breathing hard, JMDD-grade chests heaving, back in swinging and snarling until the inevitable Cauldron tie-up committing girls to grueling right hand attrition underneath. Fight stumbles into ropes girls slopping it to each other any which way they can - free-swinging haymakers swept side to side; sloppy hold-and-hit sessions with curvy girls tumbling along ropes; grim Cauldron-brawls cheek-to-cheek and suffering right hands underneath. Ref kept busy - constantly pushing sweaty-beefy chicks apart: lots of heaving chests, open mouths and furious eyes as round goes into the books as the hardest-hitting draw in FCBA history.

R6: Tahnee slowly imposing will, slamming 'em one at a time at Kate's breasts until she moves in big-girl: left shoulder in blonde's chest; right hand palming left hip; left arm looping round Upton's right. Atkinson 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. Deliberate beatdown ensues, Tahnee on Kate, brunette leaning in with her head - hoisting her fists up into breadbasket or lungs with a succulent rolling action of the shoulders, and a supple twisting of the hips. Upton sobbing breathy, mitts cupping at Atkinson's ears, trying to control the head, it's all too much. Half way through, bludgeoning drives Kate breathless to all fours, sweat glistening off her shuddering back as Tahnee gazes down in satisfaction. Atkinson hugging her worked-over chest in neutral corner as Upton struggles up for 8...then wades on in. Tahnee reaching in, pushing apart Kate's guard, then plowing jug in a heartless attempt to batter the fight out of the proudest rack in Christendom! Flat smack of Atkinson's forearms loudly audible as she works the meat; muted thumping of the fists as they swish across. Upton hurt, slumping in ropes, she can't protect herself - curvy legs holding her up as Tahnee romps to finish line. Bell: Atkinson grinning in sheer delight as wincing Upton hugs her throbbing jugs, laying back on ropes in swoon.

Between rounds: Kate with her forehead resting on the turnbuckle, arms draped over the ropes as towel girl does her work. Tahnee seated on her stool, framing Kate's bethonged backside which is pointed at her, miming giving it a spanking as she readies for the next round.

R7: Girls flat-footed, fighting hurt...they wade out dukes chest high, eyes glaring. Tahnee looking to feed Kate something like a professional straight-right to chin; blonde sweeping righty, hoping for head. Clobbering contact rocks both women; both reset, whirl the leather, and soon they're just waling away, teeth bared, jugs a sloshing. Fight reels to ropes, Upton driving on Atkinson, jamming away righty to head and jug: brunette able to wrestle-reverse, shoving Kate to ropes, punishing her in turn. Girls panting with the effort of pushing each other's bodies off; grunting with the effort of slugging; whining when smote. Upton pushing Atkinson's face, bending Aussie's back over ropes, celebrating with a splashing overhand right forearm to jug, winning a howl of pain. Moments later it's Tahnee shoving Kate into ropes and hurting her in turn. Sloppy slugfest stumbles along ropes for two minutes, but in the final minutes Upton's able to keep top-position, refusing to be pushed off. Atkinson desperate to tie up, hugging Kate around shoulders: blonde crosses her wrists at her breasts, driving herself forward, compressing Tahnee's jugs in the grasp! Atkinson sobbing as she's shoved deep to ropes, her head lolling, face pinched. Upton huffing hot and meanspirited into Tahnee's face, plowing into her, loosening her up, then pushing off those hips for some slugging space underneath. Kate punching Atkinson's tummy at the bell - beating rump up into ropes DOWN GOES TAHNEE! Groggy descent for Atkinson - she's rump-high on knees and elbows, bowing her head into sand. Upton panting, looking down hands-on-hips, willing Tahnee to quit with her eyes, but bell sounds to save her.

R8: Fighters fall in sloppy, mouths open, faces showing exhaustion. They push and pull in the grasp, stumbling to ropes, belting away best they can. Tummy to tummy brawling as one girl will push the others face to get her back over the ropes - crowd shouting in unison when the inevitable rack-clapping forearm is delivered. Cheeks tear-stained from punishment and fatigued, but neither girl thinks of withdrawing to regroup: both constantly pushing forward into the opponent, looking to dominate tummy-first, then build out from there. Down the stretch, Tahnee's left hip in ropes as she's shoved sideways to apron - Kate's left hip pressing on brunette's right as fighters stands flank-to-flank, wrestling Atkinson into cables. Girls, whining as they hug and wrestle each other up top, Kate lifts her left thigh up into Tahnee's available tummy! Atkinson sobs aloud, sagging into ropes, but not relinquishing her embrace up top...all Upton can do is lean her weight into Tahnee feed her the left thigh to tummy, or the left knee into the back of Kate's right leg! Ref in with warnings - girls shouting at each other and at him as tempers flare late. Exhausted sloppy-brawling continues - women desperate to be at each other, but too hurt and used up to do much when they get there. Holding and hitting the rule - push your girl's butt into ropes; wrap her back with your left arm; pump righty at her helpless torso. Breasts juddering about when smote, both girls grimly looking to make the other quit through jug-attrition. Bell: Kate's on top at ropes, pushing Tahnee's face to turn her right-side into cables, crowding in close, lifting the left knee/thigh up into Aussie's trembling tummy, winning a breathy, "UH!". Ref pulls Upton off, gives her arm a shake. You can't knee tummies, obviously, but bodies are starting to take over as minds shut down through 8 brutal rounds of brawling.

R9: More messy clinching, girls wrapping each other up and staggering into the ropes. Referee’s breaks—more entanglements: Kate warned for the headlock, Tahnee scolded for holding and hitting in reckless early action. Midway through, girls trading swinging rights, Atkinson’s head swivels hard to starboard and SHE GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Tahnee hands at her hips as KATE WADES INTO HER! Blonde batters brunette to the ropes, Atkinson’s torso leaning to the right—she’s not responding and UPTON POURS IT ON! Both fighters bawling as Kate props Tahnee up with a left forearm in the chest, wallops her across the face with big lusty right hands, loading it up again and again and ATKINSON SPRAWLS TO THE SAND! She’s OUT! KO9 for the winner and NEW Welterweight Champion Kate Upton!
AFTER: Just like that, Tahnee’s undefeated streak on the beach and sand is over, at the hands of one of her most hated rivals. It’s a wild scene and the crowd is buzzing, with Tahnee sprawled out on the sand and Kate joining her moments later, dropping to her knees as she tries to control her emotions, which have been pent-up for months now. Losing a best-of-three to Tahnee Atkinson, living with the nightmares of being smothered out by her, recovering her confidence and watching her rival pile up wins that Kate rightfully felt should be hers - it’s been a long, arduous journey to reach this point but by now, there is no question - she is the welterweight champion again. The referee approaches carefully to award her the belt as she takes it into her hands, hugging it gingerly across her sore chest as hair falls over her face to obscure the hot tears splashing onto the belt and sand below. Kate’s whole body shakes for a moment as she tries to regain her composure and successfully does so, managing to hold onto the belt for another few moments as she reassures herself that it’s real and then hands it back to a stunned referee as she states clearly: “I’m not done yet.” 
By now, Tahnee is awake, if not entirely coherent as she is helped over to her corner and is propped up against the turnbuckle. Corner staff are working on her, toweling her off and giving her water as her eyes start to flicker open, but as they do, they see a determined Kate Upton storming towards her. Only token resistance is offered as the majority just part ways, leaving her path to Tahnee uninterrupted. 

Tahnee tries to make her way to her feet as eyes dart to the side, potentially looking to get between the ropes to the outside and then perhaps to the open beach for freedom, but Kate is coming too quickly and she’s just too freaking tired. Atkinson slumps back to her stool as Kate shoves the last of her corner people away and licks her lips in anticipation, eyes filled with malice. Kate steps forward as she reaches for Tahnee’s brunette tresses, tugging her forward slightly as Upton steps forward, their famous jugs pancaking together as both of them whine and groan from their cleavage connecting. Kate has gravity on her side as she keeps leaning forward, despite the pain as she manages to pant out as she makes Tahnee’s chest mushroom out to the side and Kate snarls into her ear, “Payback is a bytch, Tahnee.” 

Keeping a firm hold of her hair, Kate suddenly pivots and tosses Atkinson down to the sand with a loud THUMP! Sand spraying up into the air as Kate staggers forward, a little unsteady as she jumps up into the air with an impromptu splash. It’s not clear to onlookers whether it’s a splash or whether it’s her simply crashing down onto her opponent, but either way, the result is the same as Kate’s full body weight crashes onto Tahnee’s tits and tummy. Atkinson’s whole body jacknifes as she cries out loudly, moaning in pain as she kicks and squirms. Kate lays there for a moment, catching her breathe, before she groans out and sits up, reaching out to palm Tahnee’s jugs and giving them a ROUGH squeeze as she earns herself another loud sob from Atkinson before swinging herself over in position. 

Kate bites her bottom lip for a moment in excitement, her whole body trembling for a moment as she sits down on Tahnee’s jugs and bounces a bit, drawing some more gasps and cries as she leans forward, giving Atkinson a good, close look at her jugs as they heave in and out, barely contained in her bikini top. It’s a view that most people would kill for, but for Atkinson, she’d rather be anywhere else. 

“So, Tahnee, who is the Queen?” as Kate leans her cleavage closer, “Who is the f*cking Top Model around here?” 

“Not you, Kate…” Tahnee manages to spit out in a voice that is half-whine and half squeal, but still filled with venom. 
“Wrong freakin’ answer, Tahnee...I’ll give you one more chance or else you’re going to disappear under the best jugs in the world, you tramp..” Kate says with a smirk.

“Fu…” is all that Tahnee manages to get out before Kate’s eyes flash angrily, just tugging Atkinsons’ features upwards into her jugs. Astute crowd members can see Tahnee’s eyes filled with horror as her face is plunged into Upton’s perfect pair, with Kate scrubbing her cleavage back and forth to get comfortable atop Tahnee’s face. Tahnee squirming and kicking, but that fades over time as Upton’s brawny arms hug her in deeper, squeezing her face in tightly to just make her features completely disappear. Initially, Tahnee is shouting, but those are reduced to muffled whimpers over time but just when it seems like Atkinson is about to pass out completely, Kate peels her boobs up. This, of course, is not an act of mercy but only prolongs the misery as Tahnee is gulping in air. 

Kate is shrugging her shoulders back and forth, slapping Tahnee’s face back and forth with her jugs a bit in humiliating fashion and also to help guide her awake as Kate chuckles, licking her lips as she allows Tahnee to recover. 

When Tahnee is able to speak, the only thing she can muster is “This isn’t a JMDD match, Kate…” 

“Do I look like I give a sh*t?” Kate cuts her off with a laugh, “The only thing I care about is if you’re going to tell the crowd the truth - who is the Queen?” 

“You’re no…” is all that Tahnee manages to get out again, before she disappears once more into Kate’s bountiful cleavage. Atkinson squirming and kicking once more, desperately trying to turn her face to the side to escape this smother but Upton hugs her in tightly. Face once again completely enveloped in one of the proudest jugs in the league, Tahnee is squealing in outrage, trying to keep from crying and trying to imagine herself anywhere else as the weight and scent of her jugs is simply suffocating. Tahnee just squirming and kicking, before finally slowing down as Kate lifts her jugs up again. 

But, once again, Tahnee is not quite ready to give the correct answer as Kate makes her face disappear under her jugs for a devastating THIRD time as she comments with a smirk, “Maybe you love my jugs SO much that you just want them to swallow you up again and again, bytch.”, which Tahnee asserts couldn’t be further from the truth in no uncertain terms. The referee standing by with concern, but it’s been made clear by representatives from both stables and the league office not to interfere today.

Thankfully, when Tahnee emerges from yet another smother, she is finally ready to speak as her eyes are glassy with jug-shock and she sounds in a daze, but she does say in a throaty voice - eyes brimming with tears, “Please, Kate….you’re the Top Model today…” 

“Good enough for me, bytch…” Kate says with a smirk, but then gave a hearty bounce with her hindquarters on Tahnee’s bruised jugs that drew a loud sob as Kate demanded furiously, “But, don’t forget - who is the Queen?” 

Tahnee’s voice is filled with both compliance but even more hatred as she cries out, “You are Kate...you’re the queen.”. Breathless as she’s barely able to get out the words as Kate’s eyes light up with triumph and pumps her fist into the air.

Kate chuckles, “That’s right - and as the Queen, I’m going to take my throne now.” as Upton spins around, giving a horrified Atkinson a look at her dominant derriere as it descends across her face. Kate goes to lower her rump across Atkinson’s face as Tahnee jerks as if electrified, kicking her feet and squirming. Pushing and palming across her posterior and lower back, trying to escape as she screams out, but the lack of air and Upton’s posterior makes it difficult to do anything but just take the smother.

Kate motions over the ref as she accepts the welterweight title once again, slinging it across her shoulder as she pumps a double bicep flex and thrusts out her jugs that did most of the work in subjugating Atkinson here post match. You can see from Kate’s face that she’s exhausted, face slick with sweat and tears, but she is absolutely beaming. Kate grinding her butt back and forth, just ignoring the pain and bruising across her body as she is running on pure adrenaline. Right now, Kate is on top of her rival and on top of the world as she holds the welterweight title across her head, just shouting out “Don’t forget that next time Tahnee talks about being the biggest, the best, the toughest, the hottest, the strongest woman in the FCBA that Queen trumps Goddess every f*cking time. She can think she’s the best, but the fact is, like Tahnee said earlier, she’s just one of the girls now and I’m the gold standard around here now. I’m the champion, bytches!” 

On and on like that until Tahnee is absolutely motionless underneath her. Kate still sits on her foe’s face, but after a few moments, she makes her way slowly to her feet, waving off attempts by the ref and her stablemates to help her up. Kate leaves Tahnee sprawled out on the beach as she holds the welterweight title in one hand and accepts a drink with an umbrella in her other hand as it’s clear to everybody Kate is back after this FOTY contender and huge win over her rival here tonight to close out yet another successful ‘Boiling Point’ Beach PPV!  

 

 

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