Taylor Swift vs. Kate Upton – Body Saddle Bout

Results: Lookout
Story: Lookout & Fates

Taylor Swift: 31 years old, 5’11”, 53-26 since 2009, Fates Boxing

Kate Upton: 28 years old, 85-24 since 2011, Lookout Boxing

Before:

Neither blonde is unfamiliar with the other – starting in December 2019, Taylor and Kate have fought six times in the ring, with Kate Upton taking three of the five conventional fights as well as one JMDD bout, while Taylor Swift won two fights, as well as getting the upper hand in impromptu fight at the 2020 AHW Christmas Crackers event. Tonight, however, the two girls enter a new frontier for their rivalry – a body saddle match. Taylor Swift is generally favored to win according to the books, but she’s actually the rookie to the event type, with no body saddle matches to her name. It is in fact Kate Upton who has had the experience, and has five bouts to her name in both the FCBA and BBU combined. And tonight, Upton has vowed to put Swift away in a match that the singer seems like she’s be perfect for.

“True titans of the FCBA finish off series against their opponents.” Kate starts, “Taylor just can’t win those big matches to prove she’s better than other girls, and I’m going to end whatever pretense she may have had on that front. Katy Perry? Losing record over multiple fights. Kendall Jenner. Hilariously humiliated over multiple fights. She’s still in a hole against me. Hell, she’s even lost to the girl who is supposedly the number two at Fates in Emily DiDonato. And tonight, when I beat her,” Kate pauses, smiling as she imagines herself victorious, “I’m going to make her beg. I’m going to make her squeal. I’m going to show her what the best legs in the FCBA feel like when I’m squeezing her trunk. I’m going to remind her what the best jugs in the FCBA feel like when I smother her out. And I’m going to make sure she knows who the real top blonde of the FCBA is. The same girl who dethroned her from the Ice Hotel. She is nothing. She is going to be a husk of her former self after tonight, and she will never recover.”

“True titans of the FCBA don’t stay down,” Swift retorts, “I’ve won those big matches. I’ve beaten Kendall Jenner. Twice. I’ve won the lightweight title and have the most consecutive title defenses. Don’t tell me I can’t win big fights. Because I am winning tonight. And it is going to be you who is going to be stuck between my legs as I claim you for the purposes of the body saddle. I will break you. Then, when we meet for the seventh time conventionally, I’m going to beat you so badly that you will only be an answer to a trivia question: ‘Who did Taylor Swift come back against in a best of seven and is officially Taylor’s b*tch?’”

Upton snarls and leaps at Swift, knocking the singer off of her chair and onto the floor as the two girls tussle, rolling over on the ground as they both look to gain the upper hand over the other girl. Security peels the two away from each other and restrains them, all while the two blondes hurl insults at each other. No matter who wins the fight, it is going to be electric.

The crowd has seen two matches so far, and as they brace for the final fight, the energy is palpable. Kate Upton stands on the brink of defeating Taylor Swift in their best of seven series, while Taylor has to win tonight to keep her hopes alive. Taylor is introduced first, and the blonde barely waits to the end of her introduction to step out from the back of the arena to thunderous applause. The singer has chosen to wear a black sports bra and short spandex bottoms with white gloves, ditching the robe and showing off her legs for the entire world to see. Plenty of whistles can be heard as the singer struts to the ring, her gaze only drifting from the canvas to look at the body saddle that will be used in the aftermath of the fight. Swift doesn’t mount the ringposts as she typically does, and the fire in her eyes shows that she’s not going to do anything before she takes care of her business tonight.

The crowd is already roaring before Kate Upton is introduced, and the current Queen of the Ice Hotel and three-time former JMDD and welterweight champion makes her way to the ring, with some whistles audible in the din of the crowd. Kate must have been told that Taylor entered without a robe as the model quickly drops her robe after entering the arena, standing still for a moment to let the crowd gaze at her world-renowned voluptuous figure before locking eyes with Taylor and approaching the ring. Kate has opted for a light blue sports bra and matching spandex trunks and gloves. Kate confidently walks to the ring, never letting her eyesight waver from Taylor. Upton climbs into the ring and is only prevented from getting in Swift’s face by the referee, who is having a tough time keeping them apart, but eventually he gets them into their respective corners and calling for the bell.

R1: Taylor right hand at cheek, jabs her way into Kate's chest. Upton immediately cups left hand behind Taylor's head; reaches right arm in under Taylor's left to achieve a loose over-under clinch; walks Taylor counter-clockwise for ref's break. Taylor re-initiates, jabbing into Kate's torso: Upton again responding with clinch-and-walk, frustrating Swift. Down the stretch, Upton finishes up her clinches by shoving Taylor off/walking her down. Blonde separates herself late with some beefy right and left roundhouses shellacked to Swift's midsection as Taylor stoops forward in earmuff, stationary and taking at the bell.

R2: Same methodical pace - Kate channeling Taylor into clinches, walking her around big-girl, pushing off and banging the body. Swift falling into the rhythm - prowling flat-footed around her girl, jabbing jug, then looking to fit a right hand into Kate's ribs as blonde's tying up. Both enjoy succulent sequences of straight up body banging as the other grunts behind her mitts: simple tight-arc roundhouses, pounded to waist with thick, beefy spanks. As minutes progress, both girls relax, keeping dukes up - both swiping and cuffing each other extremely heavy left hands to paunch and flank - punches sounding out with fleshy, sweaty impacts. Hard working round tough to score: fighters seem to be fighting at Kate's pace as Taylor likes the terms.

R3: Same flat-footed prowling; same heavy, clouting blows to waistlines, followed by muscular clinches. At one point, Taylor wrestles her way on top, tummy to tummy at the ropes - writhing against Kate and preparing to smite her. Clever blonde grabs long blonde curls at Taylor's back, yanking her head back - neatly breaking the oppressive clinch and bringing in the ref. Swift seething; Kate winking, grinning, being a little brat to vex Taylor.

R4: Kate mounting flat-footed pressure - now taking the initiative behind her jab, backing Taylor up all around the ring. Upton methodically dappling Taylor's upper chest and rack with well-timed jabs - shelling the pecs and breasts via stiff, jarring left hands. Kate reaching in/pushing off, walking Taylor down: Swift looking grumpy - covering up right at her left cheek, left across her gut as Kate pounds away big girl. Kate finding spots to pop her hips and shellack big to the waist: that gorgeous, mouthwatering thumping noise of big-girl leather applied with commitment to winning.

R5: Taylor negotiating Kate's thudding jab with a little lateral movement - Swift stepping to her left, doling out jabs, dictating terms to blonde. Taylor chopping right hands down onto Kate's bulging hooters - just leaning in close and hammer-dropping compact tomahawks in. Kate grimacing, shying away: Taylor able to impose will via Kate's jugs in the fifth.

R6: Girls dig in, bump up shoulder to shoulder, each taking turns at the other's midsection with churning, lapping work underneath. One covers up as the other gets off with hard-hitting shots - then it's back the other way as neither gets the upperhand. They'll turns slamming away to world-class tummy, then tie up - each mouthbreathing moist against the other's shoulder. Girls stepping each other around in the grasp: ringsiders just sitting back with happy smiles as buttocks and legs work hard to muscle the other about. Late the round, Kate pushes off, swats a pair of cuffing hooks to Taylor's jugs and momentarily breaks Swift’s composure. Swift covers up face-in-gloves, grimacing: Kate dips her right shoulder, comes up underneath with a juicy right tucked in snug under Taylor's elbow. Swift's legs give a shimmy, she reaches to clinch, winded by Kate's big-swinging right amidships.

R7: Taylor steps up her attack on Kate's jugs - ranging in on 'em with jabs, then turning on hateful right hands to smash those hooters flat. Upton gasping, giving ground: her back hits ropes at the minute mark as Taylor wades in. Swift hardhearted, determined here - she's reaching in to pull apart Kate's guard, then cuffing away at the goods. Big blonde jugs are swatted senseless, but Taylor's tucking into ribs and tummy - systematically taking Kate's legs away. With Upton breathing hard and whimpering in spots: Taylor comes off the body with crisp-clipping uppercuts: just arching her back and ringing away short on the inside - either hand. Good withering, sustained beatdown: Kate spellbound - getting bullied, mauled and slugged up against the ropes.

R8: Kate tries to re-establish the heavy jab to Taylor's pecs and upper chest: Swift times her blonde for exquisite counters. Taylor with the quick-chopping right over top Kate's stick: blonde head toggles off the chin-check - magnificent legs spasming. Taylor's eyes widen - she opens up her stance, clouting rising lefts and rights sidearm from her hips - elbows in close to her hips as she delivers. Punches bash off Kate's face, stunning her: she droops on the spot, legs frozen - hands out front, dangling down. Taylor POURING it to Kate - lefts and rights - pulled up and across with vicious leverage. Kate's head pounded back and forth - her body spanked flush as Taylor mixes it up and UPTON GOES DOWN! Big blonde legs lock up as champ wilts forward, and crashes face-first to canvas. She lies in stupor, hands tucked up underneath her KO'd chest and IT'S OVER! KO8 - Taylor Swift!

After:

Taylor plants her foot on Kate’s back as she raises her gloves triumphantly, shouting out, “IT’S 3-3 NOW, B*TCH!” as she briefly poses for the cameras before mounting the ringposts, showing off her famous long legs as Kate lays on her stomach after the clock strikes midnight, it officially becoming Valentine’s Day. Swift dismounts the ringpost as Upton stirs, the singer slowly circling the beaten blonde model who is going to be her body saddle victim. Taylor slips out of the ring to grab the body saddle that is hung upright on its holder, and cracks an evil grin as she slides the saddle under the bottom rope. Taylor gets up on the apron, and pauses, the crowd slowly getting louder. The singer smiles at the crowd, picks up her right leg, and swings it over the top rope, drawing plenty of whistles as she does so, and those whistles only get louder as she bends over, pausing slightly before swinging her left leg over into the ring.

Kate groans in the ring as she rolls onto her back, clutching her jugs as Taylor made sure to pound them during the fight.

Taylor breaks out in a wide smile when she sees Kate is conscious, though the model isn’t exactly tracking super well. But when she sees Swift with a gleeful look on her face and the body saddle dangling from her right hand, Upton visibly swallows as her eyes grow large.

“Oh, good,” Taylor coos, “I thought I was going to have to wake you up, but you seem like you did that on your own.”

“You’ll pay for this, b*tch!” Kate forces the words out of her mouth as she lies on the ground.

“No. This is what you get for challenging the top blonde in the FCBA.” Taylor responds, and she attempts to roll Kate onto her belly, but the model resists.

“You’ll never body saddle me.” Kate stares Taylor in her eyes, “Your legs aren’t worthy.”

Upton’s words earned her a quick stomp on her jugs from Swift, which sends her into a spasm of agony. While Upton’s distracted by her pain, Swift rolls the model onto her belly, slipping the straps under her vanquished foe and before Upton even realizes it, Taylor has the body saddle in place and sits down on Upton’s back, quickly squeezing Kate with her legs.

“Move!” Taylor commands, “Or I squeeze harder.”

Kate groans and Taylor squeezes Upton’s trunk, which finally gets Kate to lurch forward on unsteady hands and knees. The crowd roars as Taylor waves to them while atop her defeated rival. Kate meanwhile is struggling to stay upright on all fours, swaying from side to side.

Swift tugs on Upton’s hair, “Keep straight!” the singer commands.

Kate makes it another two paces further before she collapses to the canvas, exhausted from having to carry the singer around.

“Done already?” Swift taunts Upton, standing up only to plant her foot on the saddle strapped to Upton’s back.

“Ooof!” Kate gasps as Taylor slams her foot down onto her back, the singer yet again posing for the flash of the cameras before rolling the model onto her back.

“Who has the best legs in the FCBA?” Swift questions Upton.

“Not you!” Kate retorts, which earns her a quick stomp to her jugs.

“Who has the best legs?” Taylor asks again.

“Mine are better than yours.” Kate whimpers, earning her another quick stomp, this time to her midriff.

“One last time. Or I stomp your tits. Who has the best legs in the league?” Taylor questions Kate.

The model locks eyes with the singer, and tells her, “Taking your anger out on my perfect tits won’t change the fact that yours are fake and your legs are overrated.”

Swift stomps down on Upton’s cleavage, sending the model into a writhing ball, but the singer quickly pries the model’s arms away from her jugs and starts smothering Upton out despite Taylor’s much smaller assets! Kate struggles but she just doesn’t have the energy to resist and succumbs to Taylor’s humiliation! Swift keeps Upton in the hold for a few seconds after her arms go limp before she releases the model, her head falling back to the canvas.

Taylor stands up and screams “She’s going to look like that when I settle this best of seven.” Swift pauses, “And Lindsay Ellingson is going to meet the same fate for her blasphemy, claiming that she has the best legs in the league. I will beat Rosie Huntington-Whiteley to crush any idea that she is the best fighter in our stable, and then I will get my revenge on Emily DiDonato. But first, I’m going to humiliate Kate Upton, and make sure she never dares even claim that she’s a top blonde in the FCBA.” The singer storms off, having made her point and having set up a deciding seventh conventional fight after winning back-to-back must-win conventional fights to take it the distance. Having had fights on each girl’s birthday, having had two fights on Valentine’s Day, a fight in lingerie, a battle for the title of Queen of the Ice Hotel, and non-conventional fights at JMDD and Christmas Crackers. The rivalry, the battle, will see its seventh conventional fight as a tie-breaker. And the FCBA will crown its Alpha Blonde.