Alyssa Lynch versus Sydney Sweeney (Body Saddle)

Alyssa:
(28, 5’7, 120, 67:28 FCBA, VIXENs)


Sydney:
(26, 5’3, 18:11 FCBA, GBS/Lookout!)


BEFORE:
As both fighters make their entrance into the press hall, it’s clear this will be a confrontation to remember, with each aiming not just to win, but to dominate the other in a Body Saddle match, with title implications.

Alyssa Lynch first strides in with confidence, her attire a sharp, tailored black suit that hints at her fighter’s physique, a visual promise of the strength she intends to bring to the ring. Her posture is straight as she takes her seat, eyeing the gathering with a challenger's gaze. Sydney Sweeney counters with her own formidable entrance, her choice of a striking red dress and long blonde hair loose around her shoulders.

"I've seen what Sydney brings to the ring, but she's never faced anyone like me,” Alyssa speaks first. “By the end of this match, she’ll know exactly what it's like to be saddled and ridden around the ring. I’m not just aiming for a win; I’m aiming to dominate."

"Alyssa seems to think she can intimidate me, but I'm here to stand my ground,” Sydney responds with a nod. “There’s a reason this is a Body Saddle match, and I can't wait to show her—and everyone watching—how I plan to ride her to victory. Alyssa’s confidence is going to be her downfall."

"This is your first rodeo, ain’t it?” Alyssa responds with a smirk. “When we're in that ring, and I have you under my control, quite literally, we'll see how much fight you've really got. I’m the one who deserves to challenge for the Empress of the Body Saddle title. And I KNOW Little Anya’s watching."

“Alyssa might be looking past me, but she's in for a rude awakening. I’ve been underestimated before, and I thrive on proving people wrong. Alyssa wants a ride? Well, I'm all about turning those dreams into nightmares. It’s my turn to take the reins."

The tension in the room reaches its zenith as both girls step up for the staredown, the final act of the pre-fight press conference. Alyssa, standing at an imposing 5'7", towers over Sydney, whose own stature at 5'3" is nonetheless commanding in her own presence. The difference in their builds is marked; the Vixen’s physique is lean and muscular, while Sydney's frame, though shorter, is compact and equally formidable.

Sydney, undaunted by the height difference, meets Alyssa's gaze with a fierce intensity of her own. The audience holds its breath as the two fighters hold their pose, their fists, mere inches apart from their faces, with Sweeney having to tilt her chin upwards into Lynch’s more condescensing expression for being the taller girl for once. But they both separate before things get out of hand.

Later, Lynch is the first to make her entrance, the arena lights following her as she strides confidently towards the ring. Alyssa wears a custom-designed, dark blue sports bra and shorts set, accented with silver, reflecting her power and determination. Her gloves, also dark blue with silver trim, are raised in acknowledgment of the roaring crowd. Her hair is tightly braided, keeping it out of her face, as she steps through the ropes into the ring. Then, she shadowboxes and stretches, her eyes fixed on the entrance, awaiting her opponent.

Sydney soon answers the call, her entrance marked by a wave of cheers from her supporters. Her choice of attire contrasts sharply with Alyssa's, featuring a striking red sports bra and shorts combo. Her gloves, a matching red, and her blonde hair is pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Upon entering the ring, Sydney engages in her own set of final preparations, bouncing on her toes, throwing a series of precise jabs into the air, and stretching her muscles.

As the anticipation in the arena builds, a ceremonial procession makes its way to ringside, carrying the highly anticipated VIX saddle. Crafted with exquisite detail, the saddle is a stunning piece of craftsmanship, its leather gleaming under the arena lights, adorned with the VIXENs insignia and silver embellishments that catch the eye of everyone in attendance.

Girls set into their fighting stances, and with a wave of the hand, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action! This here’s a Body Saddle bout!

ROUND 1:
Lynch, the taller of the two, moves with a purpose around the ring, her steps measured and deliberate, allowing her to dictate the pace. She occasionally snaps out a powerful straight right, which finds its mark on Sydney's cheek, snapping her head to the side. But Sydney, undeterred by the initial barrage and determined to close the gap, launches into a series of aggressive forward rushes, her strategy clear: to bring the fight to Alyssa and work the body. Sweeney targets the midsection with a barrage of hooks, each aimed with the intention of wearing down her opponent. A particularly fierce left hand connects with Lynch's ribs, eliciting a brief grimace from the taller fighter, signaling the first sign of success in Sydney's strategy. However, Lynch is quick to adjust, utilizing her footwork to pivot away from her advances, effectively blunting the effectiveness of her body shots. Then, she counters with a well-timed uppercut as Sweeney comes in, catching her squarely on the chin and lifting a dazed expression, halting her momentum! The punch forces Sweeney to reassess her approach, momentarily slowing her aggressive push. As the round progresses, the interplay between Lynch's strategic use of her reach to tag Sweeney from afar and Sweeney's dogged determination to breach that reach and hammer at her torso becomes the defining narrative. Despite Sweeney's valiant efforts to close the distance and target the body, Lynch's adept movement and pinpoint striking allow her to accumulate a significant lead on the scorecards.

ROUND 2:
Sydney, though, is an eager blonde, wasting no time in muscling her way into closer quarters, a tactic that proves to be highly effective this time. Despite Alyssa's attempts to utilize her reach and maintain the advantageous distance that served her so well in Round 1, once within her preferred range, Sydney unleashes a torrent of punishing blows to the midsection, targeting Lynch's tummy with a series of hooks and uppercuts, each strike designed to wear down her opponent and sap her strength. A particularly vicious hook lands squarely on the side of her abdomen, forcing a wince and her body to fold over, before the taller fighter is forced to step back, a clear sign that Sydney's body work is having the intended effect. Alyssa, now on the defensive, tries to regain her composure and reestablish distance, but Sydney's aggression and tactical approach make it increasingly difficult. Every time she attempts to create space, Sydney counters with a burst of speed, closing the gap and continuing her assault on the body. As the round progresses, Alyssa, struggling to fend off the attack, finds her movement hampered and her ability to counter significantly reduced. By the time the bell rings to signal the end of Round 2, it's evident that Sweeney has won the round by a wide margin. Her successful implementation of a strategy that brought the fight into her preferred range and targeted Alyssa's body has shifted the momentum in her favor.

ROUND 3:
Another fierce and gritty display of determination from both girls, who meet in the center of the ring, neither willing to give an inch. Alyssa, coming off a challenging previous round, adjusts her strategy to make use of her own power. She launches straight into Sydney with a series of forceful hooks aimed at the head, each punch thrown with the intention of causing maximum hurt, when a straight right lands flush on the face, snapping her head back with the sheer force of the blow. But moments later, a powerful hook catches Sydney on the side of her head, turning it sharply and sending a clear message of her own. However, the blonde digs deep and fights back, simply diving back into the fray and zeroing in on Alyssa's torso, pumping that waistline and working the body under the arms with precision shots, each blow landing with a thud, visibly distorting the flesh upon impact, and the force bending the bigger brunette over and eliciting involuntary grunts of exertion and pain from her lips. The Vixen tries to retaliate and regain her footing, throwing her own body shots in a tit-for-tat attempt to match Sydney's pace, but the blonde now chooses to skirt back, chest heaving, smile on her face, knowing she’s done some hurt. When the bell finally rings, both fighters momentarily remain in their combative stance, a brief pause before the reality of the round's end sets in.

ROUND 4:
Both fighters carry the momentum of their previous engagements into the center of the ring, their resolve undiminished despite the mounting toll on their bodies. Sweeney, in particular, demonstrates a fearless approach, repeatedly rushing down the taller, bigger girl with a level of aggression, and with each charge, the blonde takes significant risks, heat-seeking hooks sailing in to target Alyssa’s body. But it's not long before the consequences of her bold strategy become visible on her face, as Alyssa counters with precision strikes and a firmer defense, her jabs leaving Sydney's face flushed pink from the accumulation of hits. The skin on her cheeks and forehead reddens with each successful punch landed, and Sydney's eyes narrow, her jaw set with determination, but the pink hue of exertion and the receipt of powerful blows is unmistakable. However, Sydney's own pressure eventually pays dividends. With a combination of speed and tenacity, she powers her way in, hammering hook after hook to eventually corner Alyssa against the ropes, a tactical victory that suddenly shifts the dynamic of the round. Then, the blonde begins to work over the brunette’s midsection with a vengeance. Her gloves, extensions of her will, shove into the extent of her tummy and waistline, each punch bending Alyssa over and eliciting grunts of discomfort and exertion. The Vixen, trapped against the ropes, finds herself in a precarious situation. Despite her attempts to defend and counter, the barrage of body shots leaves little room for escape or effective retaliation. With each punch, Sydney seems to draw more energy, her hunger to wear the bigger girl down and bend her in half evident from the ferocity of her attacks. As the round comes to a close, both fighters show the physical signs of their fierce exchange—Sydney's face pink with the marks of battle and Alyssa visibly winded from the body shots—the round is awarded to Sweeney on points, albeit by a close margin. The bell rings, Lynch is granted brief respite, heaving and glaring as she leans back against the ropes, whereas Sweeney has a telling smirk upon her face. Back in their corners, the coaches and corner teams work quickly, offering advice, encouragement, and medical attention to prepare them for the rounds ahead.

ROUND 5:
Alyssa plans to harness her aggression, rushing forward, looking to brawl, and the round quickly escalates into a fierce exchange, with both fighters committing to a series of explosive hooks in the center that connect with jarring impact to both face and body. Alyssa, channeling her resolve, lands a particularly heavy hook to the jaw, the force of which visibly shaking the blonde fighter. Not to be outdone, Sydney responds in kind, her own hooks thudding off her foe’s ribs and tummy. She meets Alyssa's aggression head-on, answering powerful hooks with precise, retaliatory strikes of her own, focusing on the sides of Lynch's ribs and jaw in an attempt to disrupt her rhythm and reclaim control of the bout. Another particularly sharp hook lands flush against her side, momentarily folding her body towards the impact as a grunt escapes her lips. Not satisfied, Sydney follows up with a swifter hook to Alyssa's jaw, turning her head and forcing a stagger. For a brief moment, it appears as though Sydney might be absolutely dominating, her blows demonstrating her capability to stand toe-to-toe with a bigger foe. But as the exchange continues, Alyssa's stubbornness begins to bear fruit. A decisive moment comes when she swerves her head to avoid a knockout blow, before catching Sydney with a devastating right hook to the temple, unbalancing the blonde and sending her stumbling backward. And before Sydney can fully recover her footing, Alyssa presses her advantage, landing a follow-up one-two combination that culminates in a powerful uppercut to the midsection. The blow drives the air from her lungs and knocks her off her feet, before sending her crashing to the canvas in a clear KNOCKDOWN!

The arena erupts as the referee begins the count, with fans and spectators on the edge of their seats witnessing the dramatic turn in the fight. Alyssa looks smug, taunting Sydney on her way back to the neutral corner. But the blonde shows remarkable resilience of her own, ignoring the cheers and jeers, managing to gather her wits and strength and pull herself back to her feet by the count of 8.

And the look in Sweeney’s eyes is that of determination mixed with the stark realization of the challenge she faces to turn the match back in her favor. But as the fight resumes for the last minute of the round, Sydney finds herself in survival mode, trying to turtle up as Alyssa strides back in and continues to apply pressure, fists snapped into the sides of both body and height, Lynch going big with the power swings, but Sydney keeps her area-of-surface small, arms close to her chest to allow her to weather the storm, avoiding further damage as the round comes to a close. Girls look weathered at the bell, giving each other the stink eye on their way past each other and back to their corners.

ROUND 6:
As Round 6 unfolds, Lynch launches herself at Sweeney, intent on seizing control of the match. However, Sydney looks poised and calculated, defending herself in the first minute, just waiting for the perfect moment to counter. The tide turns dramatically when Sydney, reading Alyssa's aggressive advance, steps to the side with a deft maneuver, creating the opening she needs. Her counterattack begins with a vicious hook to the side of the body, the punch landing with a thud against her ribcage. Immediately, the impact causes Alyssa to falter in her charge, her forward momentum checked by the sudden, sharp pain. With the Vixen stunned, Sydney follows up with an uppercut aimed low at her abdomen, the punch shoved into her tummy forcing her to double over, her body instinctively curling to protect the targeted area. But the blonde isn't finished; capitalizing on her foe’s already compromised posture. She begins to push the brunette back, unleashing more devastating combinations, targeting her exposed sides, each hook landing with enough force to pivot Lynch's body to the side, which exposes her further to Sydney's onslaught. The assault continues with a series of uppercuts, each blow meticulously aimed to alternate between Alyssa's guard, finding gaps to land on her chin and jaw, the successive impacts jolting the brunette’s head back, her defense starting to crumble under the weight of the calculated aggression. The final blow, a powerful right hook, catches her squarely on the temple, its effect immediate and dramatic! Alyssa's legs give way, her body no longer able to withstand the barrage it has endured. AND DOWN SHE GOES! She collapses to all fours, in a return KNOCKDOWN for Sydney Sweeney!

Immediately, Sydney steps back, her own breathing heavy but controlled, watching intently as the referee begins the count over the shaken girl. The arena falls silent, all eyes fixed on Alyssa as she makes a valiant effort to rise. Every ounce of the Vixen’s strength is focused on beating the count, her hands pressed against the mat in an attempt to push herself back to her feet. But despite her commendable resilience and fighting spirit, her body fails to cooperate fully, her movements still sluggish and uncoordinated and swaying on her knees from the punishing combination she's just endured. And as the referee's count approaches ten, it becomes painfully clear that Alyssa won't make it back to her feet in time! The bell rings, signaling the end of the match!

Official Result: Sydney Sweeney defeats Alyssa Lynch via KO6!

AFTER:
As the referee's count echoes through the arena and concludes with the declaration of Sweeney's victory, the atmosphere erupts into a mixture of shock and exhilaration. Sydney, the underdog who has just secured a stunning win, raises her arms in triumph, her face alight with the joy and disbelief of her achievement. Around her, the crowd's response is a cacophony of cheers and applause, celebrating the resilience and skill that have defined her path to victory.

In the ring, Sydney takes a moment to absorb the magnitude of her accomplishment. She circles the canvas, her eyes scanning the stands, soaking in the adulation of the fans who witnessed her defy the odds. Meanwhile, Alyssa's physical state is a stark contrast: still on the canvas, she’s attended to by her corner team and medical personnel, her exhaustion and the toll of the bout evident in every line of her body.

Meanwhile, Anya Taylor-Joy, observing from ringside, experiences a whirlwind of emotions as she watches the outcome of this challenge to her throne unfold. There's a sense of relief knowing that her reign as the Empress of the Body Saddle remains unchallenged for the time being. Yet, underlying this relief is a subtle hint of condescension towards Alyssa Lynch, whose defeat solidifies her own dominance in the sport.

“What happened out there, Lynch?" Anya's laughter echoes through the arena, dripping with condescension. "You were supposed to be my next challenger? Ha! Looks like I'll have to wait a little longer for some real competition."

With the confidence of a fighter who has just proven her mettle, Sydney calls for the VIX saddle to be brought into the ring. With a firm grip on Alyssa's hair, she steadies her, ensuring she wouldn't resist as she straps it on. The Vixen’s movements are still sluggish and disjointed, her mind clouded by the fog of fatigue and disorientation.

"Looks like you're in for a ride, sweetheart," Sydney taunts, her voice dripping with confidence and mockery. Each word lands like a verbal jab, further rattling Alyssa's already fragile composure.

With methodical precision, she positions the body saddle on her back, the sleek leather cool against her skin. Alyssa's muscles tense involuntarily as the straps tightened, a silent protest against her impending fate. As each strap cinches into place, Alyssa winces, the sensation jolting her back to reality. Her grogginess begins to fade, replaced by a growing sense of unease as she realizes the implications of what’s about to happen.

She tries to push herself up, to resist the inevitable, but her strength has been sapped from the punishment she’s had to endure in the ring. Sydney's taunts echo in her ears, fueling a flicker of defiance amidst the overwhelming sense of defeat.

Then, with Alyssa securely bound in the VIX body saddle, Sydney wastes no time in asserting her dominance. Using Alyssa's hair as makeshift reins, she mounts her back from behind, and with each buck of her hips, Sydney urges her forward, forcing her to stumble across the ring like a reluctant steed.

But Alyssa's strength is already waning, her spirit broken by the onslaught and the shock loss at the end of a series of wins. And despite Sydney's efforts to drive her on, her legs grow heavier with each step, her body protesting against the strain of the saddle and the weight of her defeat.

As if sensing Alyssa's impending collapse, Anya's taunts grow louder and more merciless from the ringside, a constant barrage of jeers and insults that only serve to hasten her downfall. With one final taunt ringing in her ears, her resolve crumbles, her legs buckling beneath her as she collapses to the canvas in a heap of defeat. Sydney, standing triumphant atop her fallen opponent, raises her arms in victory, the crowd erupting into cheers as the Vixen lies defeated at her feet.

Backstage, surrounded by eager reporters, Anya Taylor-Joy's demeanor remains as regal as ever, her tone dripping with disdain as she addresses both girls’ performances tonight: “Alyssa has once again proven herself unworthy of the title shot," Anya declares, her voice cutting through the buzz of the room. "Her loss to Priyanka Chopra earlier this year only highlights her inability to compete at the highest level of this sport."

Turning her attention to Sydney Sweeney, Anya's expression softens slightly, a hint of respect shining through the scorn. "And no offense to Sydney, but if Lynch got saddled and riddled by someone like HER, I’m wondering if there’s ANYONE out there who can challenge me ride for ride."