Kate Upton
Keeley HazellIrish whipped into the corner, Kate collided with a thud and a pained grunt, the barely-padded steel turnbuckle slamming into her spine. Legs wobbly, she began to sink, and only her arms draped over the top ropes kept her upright. Her heavy-lidded eyes were glazed as she gave a low moan.
Smirking, Keeley strutted to the opposite corner of the ring, turned, and suddenly charged full-bore at her opponent. Several feet short of Upton, the Brit leapt into the air, turning her voluptuous body into a missile of destruction, primed to devastate the American with a splash.
And so it undoubtedly would have...if Kate hadn't mustered the remnants of her strength and thrown herself out of the way. Hazell's green eyes widened in horror as her target suddenly disappeared, and a heartbeat later she slammed with full force into the turnbuckles. Badly stunned, Keeley staggered backward, seemingly not all that certain just where she was at the moment.
Pushing herself past her limits of exhaustion, Upton lunged forward, nailing her opponent with a forearm smash across the throat that sent the Englishwoman crashing to her back on the canvas. Moving as swiftly as her battered body would allow, Kate mounted Keeley, pinning her arms while using her feet to grapevine her rival's legs. With Hazell duly pressed to the mat, the buxom blonde lowered her breasts down across her foe's face, and Hazell gasped and wheezed as she was suddenly smothered. Her squirmings grew progressively weaker as she began to succumb to unconsciousness.
The last thing which the Brit heard before passing out was the taunting voice of her conqueror: "You may be a big deal back in England, but tonight you've just found out that U.S.A. stands for
Upton Smothers All!"
Victorious, Kate stood up and triumphantly planted a foot upon the heaving chest of her fallen rival, while simultaneously cupping her own 34D's, visually proclaiming just who possessed the best chest in all of wrestling.
