Post by Lookout! Boxing on Nov 27, 2022 11:29:57 GMT -6
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
Hannah Ferguson vs Sabrina Lynn
Hannah:
(29, 5’10, 130, 57:13 FCBA, VIXENs)
Sabrina:
(24, 5’10, 9:10 FCBA, Revolution Boxing)
BEFORE:
“Heard Lynn has been talking smack about me, and saying I’m an easy opponent to steal a win against. What utter hogwash,” Hannah says with a shake of her head. “Just because she’s the latest Welterweight redhead on the block doesn’t mean dog sh*t. Who does she think she is? The next Amanda Righetti?”
“Ferguson’s going down to my fists,” Sabrina Lynn says moments later, with a cocky smile from the other end of the press table. “I’ve watched the way she fought against Decker, Hailey, and most tellingly, Lawley. She ain’t the same fighter she used to be, and I’ll prove it by gutting her tonight.”
Tense staredown at the podium as both ladies meet face-to-face and glare each other down. Hands on hips, but palms are twitching for the first sign of movement, Hannah can’t resist the temptation to wipe that smirk off Sabrina Lynn’s face, and Lynn herself eager to bury those fingers in curly blonde hair.
Before either girl can make the first move, however, they’re ordered to step aside and pose for the cameras, and they warily take their eyes off each other only after the fight official steps in between them.
Fight night rolls around hours later, and Ferguson is dressed to kill: lime green bikini catching all the eyes in the arena, drawing whistles as she lets her toned body and bulging assets do the talking on her behalf. Sabrina of course not to be outdone, entering the arena in an off-pink bikini, complementing her auburn hair, which she lets flow loose and free. Ladies square off one more time in the center of the ring, hands on hips again and lips inches apart. Lynn tries to raise a red glove to the base of Hannah’s chin, which earns herself an eye roll before Hannah shoves it away with a fed-up glare.
AND LYNN RETALIATES with a stunner of a fist right between the eyes, which ROCKS Ferguson several paces back! All hell breaks loose and the referee has little choice but to signal for the bell and get the f*ck out of the way!!
ROUND 1:
Hannah firing on all cylinders, treating this as a tune-up fight for her final showdown with Decker come mid-December. She pays the younger redhead with no respect, rocking her about with punches to the arms and scoring off the body, almost as though she were facing off against a smaller version of the hated Righetti. Sabrina Lynn would certainly like to make that claim, using her equal size and bulk to shake off some of the early jabs, then power a right cross back into Hannah’s lips, which stuns her with a grunt. Ferguson has the good sense to get out of the way of a follow-up swing to her head, however, as Lynn takes control but far too late. Wide round for the Vixen at the bell, though Lynn clearly has more surprises up her sleeve.
ROUND 2:
As predicted, Lynn’s dipping her head and torso low and charging in, blocking an early combo from Hannah before rocking the Vixen’s body with a left-right counter-swipe. Hannah’s tummy is getting beaten upon, walking back with her mouth agape and eyes open in stunned silence, as Sabrina walks her towards the ropes and continues shoving fists into her sides and chest. Lynn smacks her lips even as she delivers a right hook off the side of the arms, which further staggers Ferguson to the side. Vixen holds onto her marbles, blocking another series of attacks from the younger fighter before rocking her back with an uppercut to the chin, another hard swipe across her face to get her moving in the other direction. That last foray can’t stop Lynn from taking it wide, however, and the Revolution starlet stakes her own claim in the sand!
ROUND 3:
Younger redhead puffing her chest out, barreling in with renewed confidence. Hannah looks concerned for the first time, moving sideways with her arms locked over her face, blocking some early jab combos aimed for her chin and then weaving to the side as another big hook sails in from outta nowhere. Sabrina’s merciless and just keeps on comin’, the lean and mean redhead eager for a win and what better way than to knock a former Welterweight off her feet?! She bangs a low hook into Hannah’s side, driving the air from her lungs and forcing her further towards the ropes. Hannah barely has time to regroup as another straight hand catches her on the cheek, as Sabrina CHARGES in after her and WAILS away on both sides of the blonde’s head. Loads of action and ill feeling, of course, but Hannah clinches up, looking a little rattled, but still standing at the end of three minutes. Bell sounds and it’s Lynn’s show once again, albeit at what cost?
ROUND 4:
Sabrina has to take a breather and by contrast, it’s Hannah’s turn to exploit her sluggishness. Hannah makes up for lost time with several hounding jab combos, dismantling the redhead one punch to the noggin’ at a time, and throwing Lynn back to her corner with several punts off the forehead and chin. Lynn’s experiencing the former champ’s power and poise firsthand, grunting as she moves to intercept another left hook to the head, which turns out to be a feint! Lynn lets out a gasp of pain as a textbook hook catches her on her chin from the other direction, and sends her groaning into the ropes! Ferguson barrels in after the redhead but Lynn has other ideas, immediately wrapping up with the blonde and turning her about. The two ladies wrestle on the ropes, each shoving the other back and punting a fist across the face or into a breast, till Lynn has had enough, nostrils flaring as she drives uppercuts into Hannah’s tummy folding her over into her arms. Bell rings and Hannah’s still holding the youngster in place, one arm around her neck, the other fist driven across her cheek over and over. Close round either way, though both hellcats are left breathing hard and stumbling back to their corners!
ROUND 5:
Sabrina looks worst for wear, though, as the bell rings for the fifth, her cheeks scarred pink and her chest heaving from growing exhaustion. She meets Hannah in the center of the ring, though her jabs and combos are lacking power as Hannah easily absorbs or parries them out of the way. Ferguson punting her head back with a snap uppercut to the jawline, then chasing the battered redhead back towards the ropes, intending to pay her back from the earlier insults. Lynn grunts as another fist catches her on the side of the chin, before her tummy is beaten on with more left-right-left combinations sunk in straight from a growling Vixen! Minute two and Lynn chokes on another missed swing to the head, her face and rest of her shoulders turned to the side from Hannah’s hook, AND THERE SHE GOES, Lynn looking slack-jawed and mewing, stumbling off to the side before losing her balance and COLLAPSING down to all fours! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Hannah Ferguson!
Poor Lynn is about to suffer another major defeat, despite her youth and experience thus far in the ring! Revolution girl sputters and shakes her head, but looks determined to push her way back up and beat the count! Ferguson also shakes her head from the neutral corner, asking the new girl to give up the fight before she properly hurts herself. But no, Lynn perseveres, finally steadying herself at the count of 8! This fight is set to continue!
Lynn still looks shaky and breathing hard when the bell rings, and there’s still two minutes left on the clock if she hopes to survive this! Hannah immediately bearing down upon her, fists up and head down, chopping a left-right into her tummy before going up high with those big and bigger swings. Lynn’s getting walked down the ropes, wincing in pain as another hook smacks into her ear, shocking her vision to the side. Sabrina’s doing her best to hide her chin and prevail till the next round, but the experienced Vixen is picking her defenses apart, rocking her to the belly with another uppercut, then shoving those fists apart to create just enough space for another to LIFT her head skywards! OUCH! Lynn STILL refuses to go down, her butt sitting on the second rope and her head already listing to the side in shock! Another fist to the body has her bent over in half and sagging, her arms wilting to the sides and trying to hang onto Hannah’s shoulders for support! That’s it!! The referee’s seen enough! More bashes to the belly aren’t any more use as Lynn’s quickly covered up by his saving hands! It’s OVER via TKO5!
Official Decision: Hannah Ferguson defeats Sabrina Lynn via TKO5!
AFTER:
Hannah wants to have her way with the youngster in the post-fight, clutching her by her messy red hair and then delivering several spikes across her shocked face. Lynn with little to no response, merely groaning, eyelids fluttering till she gets thrown off to the ground, collapsing in a heap by the ropes and burying her face in between her arms.
Hannah strutting about the ring, knew this fight was a foregone conclusion but wants to rub in her victory anyways. She poses over Lynn’s back with two legs astride her waistline, both gloves still poised on her hips as she smiles for the cameras.
Later, Lynn not liking the tabloid pictures plastered all over the mags one bit, scowling to reporters, who are looking for a scoop: “She’s going down. If Decker won’t knock her down a peg, I certainly will. I just need more fights under my belt.”
For now, though, Hannah adds another notch to her belt, and looks to the near horizon of entering the Hall-of-Fame before Decker does sometime next year.
Hannah Ferguson vs Sabrina Lynn
Hannah:
(29, 5’10, 130, 57:13 FCBA, VIXENs)
Sabrina:
(24, 5’10, 9:10 FCBA, Revolution Boxing)
BEFORE:
“Heard Lynn has been talking smack about me, and saying I’m an easy opponent to steal a win against. What utter hogwash,” Hannah says with a shake of her head. “Just because she’s the latest Welterweight redhead on the block doesn’t mean dog sh*t. Who does she think she is? The next Amanda Righetti?”
“Ferguson’s going down to my fists,” Sabrina Lynn says moments later, with a cocky smile from the other end of the press table. “I’ve watched the way she fought against Decker, Hailey, and most tellingly, Lawley. She ain’t the same fighter she used to be, and I’ll prove it by gutting her tonight.”
Tense staredown at the podium as both ladies meet face-to-face and glare each other down. Hands on hips, but palms are twitching for the first sign of movement, Hannah can’t resist the temptation to wipe that smirk off Sabrina Lynn’s face, and Lynn herself eager to bury those fingers in curly blonde hair.
Before either girl can make the first move, however, they’re ordered to step aside and pose for the cameras, and they warily take their eyes off each other only after the fight official steps in between them.
Fight night rolls around hours later, and Ferguson is dressed to kill: lime green bikini catching all the eyes in the arena, drawing whistles as she lets her toned body and bulging assets do the talking on her behalf. Sabrina of course not to be outdone, entering the arena in an off-pink bikini, complementing her auburn hair, which she lets flow loose and free. Ladies square off one more time in the center of the ring, hands on hips again and lips inches apart. Lynn tries to raise a red glove to the base of Hannah’s chin, which earns herself an eye roll before Hannah shoves it away with a fed-up glare.
AND LYNN RETALIATES with a stunner of a fist right between the eyes, which ROCKS Ferguson several paces back! All hell breaks loose and the referee has little choice but to signal for the bell and get the f*ck out of the way!!
ROUND 1:
Hannah firing on all cylinders, treating this as a tune-up fight for her final showdown with Decker come mid-December. She pays the younger redhead with no respect, rocking her about with punches to the arms and scoring off the body, almost as though she were facing off against a smaller version of the hated Righetti. Sabrina Lynn would certainly like to make that claim, using her equal size and bulk to shake off some of the early jabs, then power a right cross back into Hannah’s lips, which stuns her with a grunt. Ferguson has the good sense to get out of the way of a follow-up swing to her head, however, as Lynn takes control but far too late. Wide round for the Vixen at the bell, though Lynn clearly has more surprises up her sleeve.
ROUND 2:
As predicted, Lynn’s dipping her head and torso low and charging in, blocking an early combo from Hannah before rocking the Vixen’s body with a left-right counter-swipe. Hannah’s tummy is getting beaten upon, walking back with her mouth agape and eyes open in stunned silence, as Sabrina walks her towards the ropes and continues shoving fists into her sides and chest. Lynn smacks her lips even as she delivers a right hook off the side of the arms, which further staggers Ferguson to the side. Vixen holds onto her marbles, blocking another series of attacks from the younger fighter before rocking her back with an uppercut to the chin, another hard swipe across her face to get her moving in the other direction. That last foray can’t stop Lynn from taking it wide, however, and the Revolution starlet stakes her own claim in the sand!
ROUND 3:
Younger redhead puffing her chest out, barreling in with renewed confidence. Hannah looks concerned for the first time, moving sideways with her arms locked over her face, blocking some early jab combos aimed for her chin and then weaving to the side as another big hook sails in from outta nowhere. Sabrina’s merciless and just keeps on comin’, the lean and mean redhead eager for a win and what better way than to knock a former Welterweight off her feet?! She bangs a low hook into Hannah’s side, driving the air from her lungs and forcing her further towards the ropes. Hannah barely has time to regroup as another straight hand catches her on the cheek, as Sabrina CHARGES in after her and WAILS away on both sides of the blonde’s head. Loads of action and ill feeling, of course, but Hannah clinches up, looking a little rattled, but still standing at the end of three minutes. Bell sounds and it’s Lynn’s show once again, albeit at what cost?
ROUND 4:
Sabrina has to take a breather and by contrast, it’s Hannah’s turn to exploit her sluggishness. Hannah makes up for lost time with several hounding jab combos, dismantling the redhead one punch to the noggin’ at a time, and throwing Lynn back to her corner with several punts off the forehead and chin. Lynn’s experiencing the former champ’s power and poise firsthand, grunting as she moves to intercept another left hook to the head, which turns out to be a feint! Lynn lets out a gasp of pain as a textbook hook catches her on her chin from the other direction, and sends her groaning into the ropes! Ferguson barrels in after the redhead but Lynn has other ideas, immediately wrapping up with the blonde and turning her about. The two ladies wrestle on the ropes, each shoving the other back and punting a fist across the face or into a breast, till Lynn has had enough, nostrils flaring as she drives uppercuts into Hannah’s tummy folding her over into her arms. Bell rings and Hannah’s still holding the youngster in place, one arm around her neck, the other fist driven across her cheek over and over. Close round either way, though both hellcats are left breathing hard and stumbling back to their corners!
ROUND 5:
Sabrina looks worst for wear, though, as the bell rings for the fifth, her cheeks scarred pink and her chest heaving from growing exhaustion. She meets Hannah in the center of the ring, though her jabs and combos are lacking power as Hannah easily absorbs or parries them out of the way. Ferguson punting her head back with a snap uppercut to the jawline, then chasing the battered redhead back towards the ropes, intending to pay her back from the earlier insults. Lynn grunts as another fist catches her on the side of the chin, before her tummy is beaten on with more left-right-left combinations sunk in straight from a growling Vixen! Minute two and Lynn chokes on another missed swing to the head, her face and rest of her shoulders turned to the side from Hannah’s hook, AND THERE SHE GOES, Lynn looking slack-jawed and mewing, stumbling off to the side before losing her balance and COLLAPSING down to all fours! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Hannah Ferguson!
Poor Lynn is about to suffer another major defeat, despite her youth and experience thus far in the ring! Revolution girl sputters and shakes her head, but looks determined to push her way back up and beat the count! Ferguson also shakes her head from the neutral corner, asking the new girl to give up the fight before she properly hurts herself. But no, Lynn perseveres, finally steadying herself at the count of 8! This fight is set to continue!
Lynn still looks shaky and breathing hard when the bell rings, and there’s still two minutes left on the clock if she hopes to survive this! Hannah immediately bearing down upon her, fists up and head down, chopping a left-right into her tummy before going up high with those big and bigger swings. Lynn’s getting walked down the ropes, wincing in pain as another hook smacks into her ear, shocking her vision to the side. Sabrina’s doing her best to hide her chin and prevail till the next round, but the experienced Vixen is picking her defenses apart, rocking her to the belly with another uppercut, then shoving those fists apart to create just enough space for another to LIFT her head skywards! OUCH! Lynn STILL refuses to go down, her butt sitting on the second rope and her head already listing to the side in shock! Another fist to the body has her bent over in half and sagging, her arms wilting to the sides and trying to hang onto Hannah’s shoulders for support! That’s it!! The referee’s seen enough! More bashes to the belly aren’t any more use as Lynn’s quickly covered up by his saving hands! It’s OVER via TKO5!
Official Decision: Hannah Ferguson defeats Sabrina Lynn via TKO5!
AFTER:
Hannah wants to have her way with the youngster in the post-fight, clutching her by her messy red hair and then delivering several spikes across her shocked face. Lynn with little to no response, merely groaning, eyelids fluttering till she gets thrown off to the ground, collapsing in a heap by the ropes and burying her face in between her arms.
Hannah strutting about the ring, knew this fight was a foregone conclusion but wants to rub in her victory anyways. She poses over Lynn’s back with two legs astride her waistline, both gloves still poised on her hips as she smiles for the cameras.
Later, Lynn not liking the tabloid pictures plastered all over the mags one bit, scowling to reporters, who are looking for a scoop: “She’s going down. If Decker won’t knock her down a peg, I certainly will. I just need more fights under my belt.”
For now, though, Hannah adds another notch to her belt, and looks to the near horizon of entering the Hall-of-Fame before Decker does sometime next year.