(Written by Girls Friday & Lookout!/Results by Lookout!)

(Lookout! Boxing vs This is Glamour)

Intro:
This is the final bout of a long hard series of fights between bitter rivals Kate Upton and Kelly Brook, the final fight heads to America's world famous Madison Square Garden in New York City.

This time the fight is to be fought under "ironwoman" rules, meaning that they will have to win by knockout or submission, no judges decisions and the rounds continue till a finish.

Kate is 26 years old; she stands 5'10 and holds a record of 54 wins, 53 knockouts and 18 defeats, she is the current 3 time FCBA welterweight champion and a former 2 time FCBA JMDD champion.

Kelly is 38 years old; she stands 5'8 and holds a record of 49 wins, 38 by knockout, 63 defeats and 5 draws, she is the current BBU JMDD champion, a former 2 time FCBA lightweight champion and a former Queen of the Ice Hotel.

They were going to have this fight whatever happened, fittingly though they are tied after the first 6 fights, with fights stipulations including JMD, BMD and a body saddle bout to name a few in this series.

Before the fight; both women came face to face at a press conference, they weighed in first with Kate in a white bikini up first to stand on the scales, hands on hips as she grins while the adjudicator reads out "155lbs" for her weight.

Kelly then takes to the scales wearing a union Jack patterned bikini top with Navy blue bottoms, flexing her arms as her weight is shouted out at "146lbs"

Getting off the scales; Kelly blows Kate a mocking kiss and tells her "say goodbye to all your fans when I beat your flabby arse around New York" with security needing to get between them to stop any fighting now.

The fighters are led by their managers over to their tables, with both women staying standing but getting handed microphones so they can speak to the press.

"Still feeling sore after that ride you gave me last month?" Kate ask Kelly with a grin, hinting at the body saddle ride she got on Kelly when she beat her the month before.

Kelly looks annoyed at first, till she smiles and replies "well how's your flabby tits, I am sure they have sunken further since I beat them" now Kate scowls at her.

The fighters turn from the press to stare directly at each other, Kate telling Kelly "look let's cut the crap, I hate your guts, you have called me every name under the sun and yet I am still standing waiting to punch your f***ing lights out!"

Kelly nods and says "trust me the feeling is mutual, you have been clawing my legs to keep up with me, annoying me since the day you stepped in the door of celebrity boxing, telling me how you are going to overtake me, well honey you have to beat me to earn that right!"

A silence fills the room as the fighters glare at each other, tension fills the room as it is clear the time for talking is over, but they want to fight now and know security is ready to pounce if they make a move towards the other.

Instead they hand their microphones to their managers, before storming off to opposite sides of the stage, with journalists seen turning to each other and going wow over how much hate can be felt from the fighters.

Fight night; Kate Upton comes out first with her manager Nicole Kidman behind her, she is looking all business as she heads down the aisle to the ring, throwing punches as she goes.

She is wearing a gold sports bra; matching bottoms with "Queen" in silver letters on her waistband, golden shoes and gloves, while her blonde hair is in a ponytail.

Stepping into the ring to a loud roar from her fans, Kate raises her arms in the air as she heads around the ring, doing a lap of honour before settling into her corner.

Kelly is next out with Melinda Messenger behind her, she is thudding her gloves together as she seems to be picturing crushing the face of Kate.

She is wearing a navy blue sports bra,  union jack patterned on her trunks, red gloves and blue shoes, her brunette hair is also in a ponytail.

Climbing into the ring; Kelly gets a much more mixed response, which doesn't seem to bother her as she only has eyes for Kate once she gets to her corner, shadow boxing to warm up for the tough test ahead.

The referee waves both women to come to the ring center, where they square up to each other as an electric atmosphere fills the arena, the crowd is chanting for their favourites as the fighters silently stare down.

They are told to bump gloves; where they slam them together and give one last "bytch" "c***" to each other before they turn around, ready to start welterweight action under ironwoman rules.

Round 1:
"Ding" if there is any doubt that these two hate each other, well the opening salvos from both put pay to that as they are aggressive from the bell.

They mostly plant their feet and slug it out, maybe looking for an early knockout for tactical reasons, maybe just fuelled by hate to do this.

Kelly soon slips under a straight and barges her left shoulder into Kate to unbalance her, THEN THE OVERHAND RIGHT QUICKLY COMES OVER AND CRASHES INTO KATE'S CHIN TO SEND HER TO HER BACKSIDE ALREADY!

Kate look humiliated as Kelly jogs to a neutral corner with an eat shit grin on her face for her rival, 1...2...3 Kate moves up to a knee, 4....5...6 before standing up and 7....8 taking the rest of the 8 count standing.

That knockdown seems to waken Kate's boxing skills up as Kelly looks for the finish, way too early by the looks of it as Upton simply jabs her back, stinging that beautiful face of Brook up.

But Kelly soon parries the jab away and gets in close, the fighters nearly clash heads as they are keen to batter the others body and slyly into jugs.

The dying seconds of the round sees Kelly miss with an uppercut, getting caught with a left hook for her troubles and a straight punch onto her nose.

The bell rings to end an exciting opening round, the referee needing to get between the fighters as Kelly taunts Kate for being down all ready, with both turning and heading to their corners soon enough.

Round 2:
Kelly is looking to bully Kate it seems after that first round, taunting her as she comes on the front foot, but she is finding a staunch jab drilling into her face.

Till the Brit is able to slip under a straight and bangs her punches under the ribs of Upton, driving her onto the ropes where she smiles.

Kate needing to clinch up with Kelly, this fight isn't going her way so far and all the insults being thrown at her by her bitter rival isn't helping things.

Once they are apart though, Kate starts to get her punching rhythm going, moving more on her toes as she leans out the way of a right cross and counters with a two punch combo down the line to the face of Kelly.

Who maybe starting to realise she isn't going to bulldoze Kate as she hoped, punches mark up the face of Kelly as Kate forces her to fight at range, which seems perfect for the blonde.

The round soon ends with the referee smart to move between them right away, lucky for them though that there isn't any trouble, both simply turn with angry looks on their faces back to their corners.

Round 3:
Kate looks to keep her jab the vocal point of this fight, moving around Kelly early and sticking that jab into her face to the delight of her coach and fans.

But Kelly soon steps around the jab and lashes a right over the top to the cheek of Kate, with a left following onto the blondes face.

Kelly then dips her head down and shoves Kate to her jugs to press her to the ropes to boos, she focuses on the body of the younger woman, forcing groans from her as Kate needs to pull her into a front headlock.

The referee breaks them up and warns both to keep things clean, as soon as the action is allowed to continue, Kelly is again right into the face of Kate, forcing another fiery exchange between them.

Sweat starts to fly off both women's reddening faces, with Kelly sneaking a right across the jugs of Kate, followed by a left cross up top to put Upton behind her guard.

Kelly tries to break the guard with uppercuts, but only ends up getting shoved to her face so Kate can move away and work at range for the remaining seconds of the round.

Once that bell rings Kelly has a small grin as she looks to be the one full of confidence after scoring the knockdown and bullying Kate this round.

Round 4:
Kelly looks to keep to the game plan from the bell, she stalks Kate back around the ring, BUT SHE RUSHES IN TO EARLY AND KATE SIDESTEPS HER BEFORE LANDING A LEFT HOOK, FOLLOWED BY AN UPPERCUT THAT SENDS KELLY ONTO HER BACK!

The Upton fans roar as some boos ring out from Brook fans, 1...2...3 Kelly sits up and shakes her head, 4...5....6 she moves towards the ropes, 7....8 using them to beat the count as she looks a little shaky.

The referee allows the action to continue, with Kate straight in to rifle punches off the face of Kelly to drive her back towards the ropes.

Kelly parries a straight and clinches up with Kate, who is now the one in full on taunt mode, telling Kelly she is a weak old hag before the referee breaks them apart.

That knockdown definitely effected Kelly as she looks in survival mode, keeping her guard tight and retreating as Kate pushes forwards.

When an opportunity to clinch presents itself, Kelly is taking it as some boo her holding tactics, it might be all she can do though under the onslaught from her opponent.

It seems to work as Kelly gets some offence in near the end of the round, but Kate still has the momentum as she drives a left/right combo straight up the middle to knock Kelly's head back.

The round ends with Kate roaring "come on!" As she jogs to her corner, Nicole smiling for the first time as Kate has gotten the fight back to even and maybe even overtook Kelly.

Who is sitting glaring at Upton on her stool as her corner team work on cleaning her up and getting her ready to come back firing at her enemy.

Round 5:
Kate looks full of confidence now, moving forwards more with her jab and straight punches drilling into the gloves of the now defending Brook.

Who is looking for openings and right now can't find any, it doesn't help that Kate is giving her little shoves with her left and telling Kelly to bring it.

When Kelly does it simply leads to Kate stepping back and landing piston like punches straight off her face, till her bottom lip is busted open by a right punch.

But Kelly shows her resolve and toughness to keep coming, finding the opening as Kate misses with a left cross due to Kelly dipping under it, Kelly countering with an overhand right across her face.

Kelly coming on strong again, slamming hooks into the ribs of the big blonde till she is clinched up, in the clinch they land blows to the others kidneys, the referee quick to step in to break them up and again warn them to keep things legal.

Getting space again though has helped Kate, who lands a straight onto those bloody lips and follows with a left across her opponent's cheek to force her back behind her guard.

The bell rings to end another dominant round for Upton, who is all smiles as she sits down on her stool, enjoying getting sponged down as Nicole and her discuss what the plan is from this point on.

In the Glamour corner, Kelly is grimacing as her lips are being worked on, Melinda is calmly telling her to find another gear or expect to get knocked out by Kate sooner then later.

Round 6:
Kate continues to establish the jab early, finding gaps in Kelly's guard to land to the top of her head and keep the gap between them where she wants it.

The Upton fans are in full voice as their champion bullies Kelly now to the outside of the ring, the right eye of Brook starting to swell from all these jabs.

But as Kate looks to add more power punches, Kelly shows she is still in this fight after leaning out the way of an uppercut and countering with a left across the side of Kate's head.

Kelly starts to unload on Kate's face as the blonde looks to retreat to reopen the space between them, WITH A POUNDING RIGHT HOOK CATCH KATE ACROSS HER CHEEK TO WOBBLE HER, FOLLOWED BY A LEFT THAT SENDS HER TO HER SIDE!

The Upton fans have lost their voices, stunned to see her down for the second time, 1...2...3...4 Kate pulls herself to the ropes, 5....6...7 dragging herself up them as the crowd looks with baited breath, 8...9 just beating the count as she now shakes her head to clear the cobwebs.

As soon as they are told to fight on; Kelly comes straight away Kate and drives her to the ropes with several meaty punches landing cleanly.

Kate now pulls Kelly desperately into a clinch with blood now starting to run from a cut on the bridge of Kate's nose, the noise in the arena is deafening as both sets of fans start chanting for their fighter.

After the referee breaks them apart, Kelly keeps trying to end this but Kate keeps holding onto her, leading to a moment where Kelly nearly shoves Kate through the ring ropes, leading to the referee giving her a final warning or he'll disqualify her in this bad tempered affair.

The round ends with both women glaring at the other, once back in their corners their coaches have work on do on them, both can be seen to be breathing harder as the pace of the fight is starting to come into play it seems.

Round 7:
Kelly is now the one to push the pace, ducking down to move inside to work the body of Kate, with the American nudging her back to create space.

Several jabs catch Kelly to her face to keep her back when she tries to go in tight, Kate needing to rely on her footwork and reach to keep Brook at range.

But Kelly manages to slip under a straight to get inside to land a right to the ribs, JUST MISSING WITH AN OVERHAND RIGHT AND GETS CAUGHT WITH AN UPPERCUT TO ROCK HER HEAD BACK, FOLLOWED BY A STRAIGHT THAT PUTS HER ON HER BACK!

The Glamour corner looks stunned as Kate gloats over Kelly till the referee can nudge her back to a neutral corner, 1...2...3....4 Kelly turns to her front and gets to all fours shaking her head, 5...6...7 she crawls to the ropes in a corner and begins pulling herself up, 8...9 just beating the count with a little wobble.

After the referee checks Kelly the fight is allowed to continue, Kate quick to apply pressure, knocking Kelly's head back with straight punches.

The referee watches closely as Kelly covers up, Kate hammering the guard to try and break it up, with Kelly giving Kate a shove before she clinches up with her.

Both fighters stumble to the ring center, tired and both soaked in sweat and blood dripping off different cuts, the referee needed to pry them apart.

Kate finishes the round off strong, when the bell rings her and Kelly square up, telling the other to stay down as they are frustrated by the resilience of their rival.

Coaches herd their fighters to their corners, with both sides knowing if this were a scored fight it would probably be all square in this very bitterly fought fight.

Round 8:
Both fighters start off with single punches, putting their weight behind the shots as they look for that one opening that will give them the chance for the knockout.

Each groans with each shot that is being landed, Kate gets her lips busted open by a hard right cutting across them, making her cry out as Kelly starts to open up more.

Kate covers up as Kelly forces her towards the ropes, the British model throwing more shots to the body, with some testing the waistband of Kate's trunks.

The American manages to land a stinging jab off the nose of Kelly, followed by two more straight strikes to drive her back, leading both women to resetting and fighting at midrange.

It's starting to turn into a stalemate again this round as neither can really enforce their will, they also start getting into grappling sessions when they miss and end up body to body.

Frustration etched on both their faces as they step in close and go toe to toe with less then 10 seconds left, the crowd continues to will their favourite on.

The bell rings with both nearly falling into a clinch, they are really feeling this fight as they have really hurt each other.

Their faces are swollen around the cheeks, Kelly's right eye is puffy from all the jabs its took, so both corners have hard work to do.

Round 9:
Kelly it seems has decided to be the one to push the pace, with both women trading stiff single punches as Kate boxes off the back foot.

The older fighter gets inside after deflecting a jab, then fires in two body shots to make Upton groan out and back up.

Kelly looking to be coming on strong till she is met with a stiff jab to that puffy right eye, making Brook step back and momentum to change again.

Each keeps seeming to get a handle on the fight before losing it, TILL KELLY MISSES WITH A LEFT CROSS AS KATE SIDESTEPS HER, THE RIGHT HOOK ACROSS THE JAW ON KELLY TURNS LEGS TO JELLY, WITH THE NEXT THREE POUNDING PUNCHES PUTTING KELLY DOWN TO THE CANVAS IN A HEAP!

Kate looks to the heavens as she heads a neutral corner, 1...2...3 Kelly has her eyes shut as she lays spread eagle on the canvas, 4...5...6 she can be heard groaning but no real movement as 7...8...9...10 Kelly is counted out!

Winner Kate Upton KO Round 9

After:   What a classic between the two as many in the crowd can be heard chanting “F-O-T-Y!” for ‘Fight of the Year’, with accompanying hand claps though it’s unclear whether this fight would qualify at this late juncture.    What’s very clear, however, is that both fighters have been in a war as Kelly is still slumbering across the canvas and Kate staggers over, unsteady, against the turnbuckle. Taking a moment to close her eyes and soak in the moment as she listens to the chanting of the crowd, just realizing that it’s real and she finally managed to beat Kelly Brook in a decisive 7th bout between the two.    Raising her fists into the air and bellowing, she thumps across her proud chest and unleashes a primal scream of victory as she finally looks over at her still unconscious foe. 

Kate manages to regain her bearings as she stumbles over to Brook, looking more confident at this time, as she tries to pick up Kelly by her hair but finds that her foe is completely deadweight at the moment as she tosses her back down to the ring floor contemptuously.   Kate snarls as she is denied being able to stack her foe up against the ring as the crowd is starting to switch their chant to ‘SPLASH, SPLASH, SPLASH’ as Kate raises her hands over her head and uses one foot to send Brook sprawling to her back. Although she can’t utilize the corner like she might prefer, Kate can still give the crowd what they want with one of her trademark post-fight humiliations as she leaps up into the air to SPLASH down onto Brook, bringing her full weight down across Brook’s breasts and belly.  

Brook is largely unconscious, but this does bring her about a bit as her eyes open, then close as she can’t seem to summon the energy to cover her abused abs and chest.    Spurred on by the listless Kelly and the cheers of the crowd, Kate gets to her feet as she unleashes another devastating SPLASH, then another and yet another - until she reaches four (4), which she later tells reporters is one for each match of the rivalry that she won.   But, honestly, she felt like she could do as many as she wanted. 

Kelly was still barely conscious, but coughing and moaning in agony, which only intensified as Kate slid atop her prone form.   Kate took a moment to wrap her arms around Brook’s slick back, positioning their jugs against one another as she squeezed in a tight bearhug to let gravity and the sheer size of her breasts mash her rival’s melons flat.   Kate ground her breasts forward, just crushing her cleavage down into Kelly’s as Brook’s chest, regardless of any size difference, were overwhelmed at the moment as her eyes started to flutter open from intense pain. 

Kate grinned down into the agonized face of her opponent as she couldn’t help but laugh in between grunts of exertion with each squeeze as she let her cleavage just crush Brook’s bountiful breasts underneath hers.   

Kate licked her lips as she purred down, “Who just won match number 7, bytch?”

“N-no…” Kelly said with a loud groan, shaking her head back and forth as if to deny the truth.  

“F*ck yes, bytch - I want to hear you say it….” Kate responded with a snarl.  

Kelly shook her head in embarrassment, face turning red as she murmured out, “You won, Kate...” 

“Louder…!” Kate demanded, bearing down harder on the bearhug.

“YOU WON THE BEST OF 7, UPTON!” Kelly bellowed out, enraged and in pain.

“See if you just speak up in the first place, slut, we won’t have these type of problems in the future.”  Kate said with a smirk on her face, “So, now that I won, we just have a few things left to establish and if you play nicely, I won’t entirely crush your weak little titties, understand?” 

“I don’t have weak litt…” Kelly started to say, but Kate lifted up for a moment to send her breasts crashing down atop Brook’s pair, earning a loud wail as Kate snickered, “Hush now and just do as you’re told, puppy.” 

Kelly looked positively murderous, trying to squirm free, but couldn’t dislodge Kate for the moment as she felt her melons mushrooming under Kate and listened to her as Upton finally followed up with, “So, Kelly, there has been a lot of talk over the course of this so-called rivalry, but I want you to be very clear on this now - Who is the Queen?”  

Kelly took a deep breathe and another violent bid for freedom, but finding herself trapped, she finally moaned out angrily, “You’re the Queen, you jealous bytch…” 

If Kate was disturbed by the outburst, she didn’t show it as she just laughed breathily into Brook’s face, “As long as you know that I’m the Queen, you need to learn to show me the proper respect, but we can work on that.   So, if I’m the Queen, what does that make you? That makes you my Royal Bytch - isn’t that right?” 

“You must be f*cking jo…” Kelly managed to sputter in agony before Kate suddenly pounced forward, not giving her foe any opportunity to prepare or catch her breathe before she suddenly stuffed her face in between perhaps the proudest jugs in all Christendom as she just secured her in a brawny embrace and tugged her face in VERY deeply.    

Kate’s slick abs pressed down against Kelly’s equally sweaty, but sore, tits as Kate made sure her breasts were being put to breathe-taking success in ensuring that Kelly Brook couldn’t draw any air at all.   Brook squirmed and writhed, just pushing at Kate’s shoulders and doing her best to pry those arms apart, but Kate had the front sleeper locked on tight. Kelly slapped at Kate’s back, clawing at it and tugging at her hair, but Kate refused to relinquish the hold even as she squealed out in pain.   Kate was not to be denied as she rode out Brook’s resistance and felt her foe’s struggles slowing down, just kicking and twisting desperately until she slumped down against the canvas. 

Kate then peeled her tits upwards, licking her lips as she looked down into the glassy eyes of her rival, purring, “Ready to admit who has the best tits and is my Royal Bytch?” as she stuck out her tongue. 

Kelly shook her head back and forth as Kate, far from disappointed, just beamed, “As if anybody would blame you from wanting another opportunity to worship my perfect jugs, little girl…”  

Kelly’s gaze was filled with shock and rage for an instant, but then it disappeared underneath Kate’s breasts again as her nose were pinched between the vice of Kate’s immense cleavage as Upton’s biceps draw her in tightly between Upton’s breasts once again.  Kelly kicked and squirmed, desperately clawing and slapping, but it took even less time for Brook’s struggles to slow down to almost nothing before Kate peeled her tits upwards again, once again demanding tribute.

Kelly shook her head again, eyes pleading and searching for mercy, but finding none as Kate just kissed her foe’s forehead and leaned down to give her another opportunity to experience one of the most devastating smothers in the world.   As Kate started to slowly shrug her shoulders back and forth, slapping Brook’s face back and forth, effectively motorboating her foe, she could feel a sudden shudder in Brook. It felt like something, maybe her confidence, just broke as wet tears started to splash against Kate’s breasts and she peeled upwards, sweat dripping off her tits and mingling with the tears.

“What’s the matter, little girl - are you crying?”  Kate said with a cruel snicker.

Kelly could only sniffle out a defiant but weepy, “F*ck you, Kate…”

Kate just grinned, “I think you mean ‘F*ck you, Queen Kate, so let’s try this again….who has the best tits in the whole f*cking world and don’t forget to address me properly?” 

Kate took a moment to stare down into the glassy eyes of her rival, brimming with tears and filled with jug-shock as she just waited for the moment to see her spirit fail again as she purred with satisfaction, listening as Brook said the words she had been waiting to hear, “You have the best d*mn tits, Kate, in the f*cking world...”  

Kate couldn’t believe it, just feeling an excited rush course through her at hearing Kelly f*cking Brook admit she has the best tits in the world.   Kate’s adrenaline was through the roof, just sitting up as she pumped both fists into the air and screamed out with excitement, right into the face of Brook as she bellowed out, “F*ck yes!” over and over and over.    

When Kate finally managed to calm down, she looked down into Kelly’s face again and cooed with satisfaction.   Kelly was bawling with humiliation and rage, but Kate wasn’t done yet as she tapped her nose, “Remember that you need to address me properly, so who is my Royal Bytch?  Say it, Kelly…” 

Kate scooted forward, her buns just bouncing across Kelly’s breasts a bit as she giggled, “Come on now, Kelly, if you don’t, I am just going to keep bouncing on these soft, weak, little inferior, floppy boobs of yours until you or they break.   Probably both...I can feel them just flattening already, bimbo…..So, who is MY bytch?”

Kelly moaned and squealed, trying to bridge upward and unseat her tormentress, but every time she tried, she was battered back down into the canvas with another brutal bounce as her breasts were feeling like they were on fire at this point and finally, Brook had no other option but to scream out, “I’m your Bytch, Queen….” as she burst into tears and yelps of pure frustration, just panting out, “I am...I am…” 

The crowd watched in shock as Kelly finally admitted two things that were very detrimental to her pride here today as Kate stuck out her tongue, not caring one bit as she snickered, “Don’t you f*cking forget it either.   But, if I’m the queen, then I need a throne and as my bytch, I’m sure you’d be happy to provide one too.”

Brook, in her agonized state, takes too long to realize what Kate intends as Kate bounces forward.   While Brook is relieved to have Kate’s ass no longer crushing her cleavage, she soon finds it in an even worse position - if that’s possible - as Kate pounces and perches her proud posterior right on Kelly’s face.   Just grinding and swiveling her butt back and forth, Kate is getting extremely comfortable. In what is possibly a small mercy at this point, already drained by the match itself, repeated smothers and the obvious lack of air, it doesn’t take long for Kelly to pass out underneath Upton’s rear as she sprawls out cold.  

She doesn’t get to see Kate stripping her of her bottoms to place a new pair on labeled “Royal Bytch.” and shredding her top, replacing it with a fresh set that says “Property of Kate Upton”, though she’ll be furious when she discovers them both.   

But, for the most part, Kate just SITS there on Kelly’s face, occasionally peeling her posterior up to allow for air, but for the most part, just grinding away as she addresses the press, conducting post-match interviews sitting where she feels she belongs.   She allows fans to come up and take selfies with her sitting on Brook’s face, takes numerous selfies of her own and just soaks in every moment of her victory over one of her biggest rivals to date. When Kate is FINALLY done, she gives Kelly’s tits a firm, possessive squeeze as she purrs out, “Mine.  All mine, bytch…” as she then gets up, strutting off confidently as that posterior of hers sways back and forth triumphantly and those ‘best jugs in the world’ bounce victoriously to celebrate finally defeating Kelly Brook in a Best-of-Seven. 

Long Live The Queen!