4. Alyssa Lynch vs Samara Weaving III
Dec 11, 2022 1:37:50 GMT -6
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Post by caspian on Dec 11, 2022 1:37:50 GMT -6
VIX: Down Under and Out @ The Festival Hall (AUS)
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
4. Alyssa Lynch vs Samara Weaving III
Alyssa:
(26, 5’7, 120, 47:20 FCBA, VIXENs)
Samara:
(30, 5’4, 11:10 FCBA, Odds & Ends Fight Studio)
BEFORE:
“How many times is Lynch going to get her arse kicked by me before she realises who’s better?” Samara says to an enthusiastic crowd, with the Adelaide native receiving a warm welcome when she strode into the arena earlier. The Odds & Ends starlet beams with pride as the Australian national anthem was played earlier, now standing tall with her hands on her hips, addressing the press by the apron. “I’ve already smothered her arse out the last two times. I think I might have to get even more naughty this time round before she gets the memo, you think?”
Samara’s comments are met with a roar of approval from the crowd, who are eager for more of their native ilk to stand victorious.
Alyssa, of course, not looking too happy at the other end of the arena, knowing full well that she might never get another chance to prove herself if she falls to Samara’s fists for the third time tonight.
“I’m gonna kick her ass, with or without your help,” Lynch shouts into the microphone, drawing a loud chorus of boos from the audience. “Weaving’s overrated, and so is this country. Who wants to live in a place that has snakes and spiders around every corner? And I’m not talking about just the wildlife.”
Samara stifles a roll of the eyes from opposite the ring, before her nostrils flaring as she storms towards Alyssa’s side, looking for a confrontation. Lynch is all too happy to oblige, and before the ring officials know what’s going on, both blonde and brunette have gotten in each other’s faces, spitting more insults.
And it’s Weaving who throws the first punch, rocking Lynch backwards with a swing to her noggin’! Lynch lets out a grunt, but then quickly retaliates, a cocked fist of her own ricocheting off the blonde’s jawline! And the two rivals THROW themselves at each other, tugging on hair and collapsing by the apron, kicking and screaming!
It takes a combined effort of both the VIX and O&E teams to pry them apart, with the fight officials already warning of a hefty fine for both stables for disrupting the peace. Well, the rest of the crowd couldn’t care less, eagerly soaking up the drama, and chanting, “LET ‘EM FIGHT! LET ‘EM FIGHT!”
Moments later, they get their wish, with Lynch and Weaving giving each other the stink eye from their respective corners. Weaving’s dressed down to a simple black bra and briefs set, red gloves on either hand, and her blonde hair tied up into a neat ponytail. In the other corner, Lynch gains a respectable cheer of her own when her name is announced, the crowd acknowledging the Vixen’s balls and gumption. Alyssa is wearing an white crop top and neon pink bikini bottom, raising a pair of yellow gloves to the crowd.
HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action! The referee signals for the bell to officially kick things off!
ROUND 1:
Weaving immediately goes to the body, drawing agonizing groans from Lynch, who decided to focus on the blonde’s smug face. Several thumps and combos sent flying both ways, with Lynch scoring first with a one-two to the nose and lips, but immediately getting chopped in half by Weaving’s counter-blows off her waistline. Lynch wasn’t prepared for the early body assault, obviously, getting walked backwards whilst clutching her ribs as Weaving wades in, still throwing hooks off the flanks and scoring more often than now. Lynch is forced to clinch up as her back hits the ropes, and it’s only the first round of this fight! Girls snarl and brawl in each other’s arms, though Lynch manages to get some licks in of her own: an illegal elbow to the jawline to daze the blonde before snapping her head upwards with one or two uppercuts. Wide round still goes to Weaving for her earlier body concentration!
ROUND 2:
Lynch plays it cool this time, keeping her distance and tagging the blonde with jabs off the face. Samara’s back to trying to get in close, lunging at the Vixen’s body whenever possible. Lynch better able to protect her body, her guard lowered and intercepting, but that just leaves her face open to those unpredictable right hands that slam into her chin or temple. Lynch, however, determined to win this third outing, each time just skirting backwards and then letting her jabs fly, more often than not connecting with Weaving’s face in payback fashion. One thing’s for sure: these two do NOT like each other, as they head back to their corners at the bell, giving the other girl a death stare.
ROUND 3:
Weaving’s proven herself able of soaking in a heck of punishment, and that’s on display here in the third, with Lynch continuing to bash her nose and lips in with flurries flying in from afar. Lynch huffing and puffing away, each combo landing clean and racking up points for herself, but then gets baffled by Samara’s relentless push into her space, the Odds and Ends fighter jamming her own gloves into her sides and kidneys, arguably doing more damage in the long run. Lynch keeps getting folded over, the air sapped from her lungs, as she has trouble predicting these attacks on her body. Another uppercut stuns her to the sternum in the last minute, Samara merely lunging a fist under arms and straight into her midsection, again throwing her backwards with a gasping grunt. Samara’s turn to attack, just bashing and battering the Vixen into the ropes with fury, keeping Lynch pinned there and looking like a spent piñata. Bell rings and what began as a promising round for Lynch has quickly taken a turn!
ROUND 4:
But Lynch’s attacks surely add up, won’t they not? A ray of light at the end of the first minute as a right cross lands hard on Weaving’s nose, sending the blonde reeling backwards with a loud grunt. Lynch chasing, of course, finally getting her dues, as she continues to send punches into every inch of Weaving’s body and arms, the blonde finally covering up her head as if her life depended on it. Lynch chases Weaving about the ring, weaving her way out of Samara’s return swings outta nowhere, and the two girls end up in each other’s arms against the ropes, but this time, it’s Lynch pressing her way in, an arm wrapped around the back of the neck while the other fist bashes away at the undercarriage. Weaving doesn’t go down, but her carefully crafted visage is certainly starting to crack!
ROUND 5:
Weaving looks hurt! Alyssa now sensing the blonde’s weakness and CHARGES in, nostrils flaring! Both girls engage in a wild tug of war in the center of the ring, heads down and elbows chugging away at the undercarriage, Weaving first blocking a right cross to the arms before one of her own swings is intercepted. Alyssa’s in the zone, racking a fist across the blonde’s face before lunging low herself and bashing away at the blonde’s torso. Samara’s getting driven into the ropes for round two, damned if she’s gonna take more body abuse lying down. The two hellcats tie up in each other’s arms, grunting and growling as they struggle to shove opposing arms out of the way before plugging fists to the stomach. Alyssa, however, uses her height to her advantage, elbows Weaving to the neck before slamming another hook across her face! AND DOWN SAMARA GOES, looking dazed and lips parted as she falls to her side by the ropes! Could this be it and redemption for the Vixen?! Nosiree! Samara with gritted teeth and renewed resolve as she slowly climbs her way back to shaky feet, looking both incensed and hurt. Rest of the round has Alyssa trying to put her away, fast and rapid storms inwards to batter more of the blonde’s tummy, to no avail. Samara covers up and weathers, relinquishing the fifth round by a wide margin.
ROUND 6:
But Alyssa soon finds herself running out of steam! Early rush in is absorbed and then beaten back by a reinvigorated Weaving, with Samara meeting the Vixen blow for blow in the center of the ring, fists stuffed into mutual faces, before chasing Lynch back with a wild overhand that stuns her to the ear. Lynch still shocked by the blonde’s tenacity and spirit, has no choice but to turn tail and play it defensive, catch her breath. Samara again goes low to the body, firing away at Alyssa’s head and chest before lunging under the arms to snag the tummy. Lynch keeps getting caught by the same maneuver, and even though she’s landing her fair share of blows to Samara’s cheek, she finds herself in the same situation as the earlier rounds, with her stamina getting sapped and her punching power lacking. Samara takes it close by the bell, stemming the bleeding going forward.
ROUND 7:
Lynch looks gassed and weary, again trying her best to fend off body blows but unable to keep up with Samara’s pace. Weaving just a machine going north and south with those flurries, keeps on pressing into Lynch’s space despite already getting knocked down once before. Lynch gets pressed into a corner and suddenly takes a big cross to the middle of her arms, pushing her back further. Weaving is slow, pacing herself well, takes a deep breath before LUNGING at the Vixen’s head, landing that hook with a shout of victory. Lynch in trouble! Almost ragdolled against the corner turnbuckle as Weaving simply steps in and FIRES AWAY ON ALL CYLINDERS, chugging blows left and right to the brunette’s torso before sending uppercuts CUTTING into the center of the arms, scoring off the breasts until Lynch exposes her chin! BLAMM! The Vixen’s head gets snapped skywards, and the rest of her strings are cut in a flash! DOWN ALYSSA GOES, her back sliding down the turnbuckle, looking absolutely shellshocked! Referee takes a quick look at her fluttering eyelids and steps in to WAVE IT OFF! Third time’s NOT the charm as Samara Weaving takes it via KO7!
Official Decision: Samara Weaving defeats Alyssa Lynch via KO7!
AFTER:
Never a contest in the first place, according to Ms. Weaving, who does a little circle around the ring and shimmying of her wide hips, before her lips curl into a sneer as she walks back to the fallen Lynch still slumped in the corner.
Towering over her once-rival, Weaving puckers her lips and places both hands on her hips, standing tall and casting a wide shadow onto the Vixen. “What ever shall I do with you, dear Lyssa?” Weaving mutters, in mock concern.
Alyssa merely groans, still shaking her head from left to right, trying to sit up against the corner but even that’s proving too difficult.
“You already kissed my abs the last time, but it wasn’t enough, was it?” Weaving coos, slowly removing each glove and letting it fall to the ground. “Maybe I’ll make kicking your ass an annual event, just for the fun of it.”
Weaving reaches and grabs hold of Alyssa’s loose and sweat-soaked crop top, TUGS upwards, stretching the fabric beyond its capability. Lynch groans, immediately lunging upwards, but more concerned at not having the garment be ripped from her bare chest.
Samara not giving two fucks, however, hauling the Vixen to her feet and thankfully, the garment only torn and disfigured enough to show plenty of Alyssa’s underboob. Before Lynch can readjust her wardrobe, a fist to the belly folds her over in half, then another and another is buried into her button, Weaving making her pay for ever challenging her in the first place.
The blonde toys with Lynch for several minutes, keeping her body pinned to the turnbuckle before slapping her across her shocked cheek and even slamming punches into her breasts, further testing her blouse’s resilience. A final knee to the lower belly sends Lynch lurching forward, her face resting on Weaving’s chest, her lips parted and fighting spirit completely dissolved.
“See you in a year’s time, Lyssie,” Weaving coos, before allowing the broken girl to slide down her chest and curves of her tummy, Lynch’s lips finally resting just above her pulsing belly.
Not the best result for the Visitors this evening, but the local Aussie crowd is of course loving their first true victory of the night!
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
4. Alyssa Lynch vs Samara Weaving III
Alyssa:
(26, 5’7, 120, 47:20 FCBA, VIXENs)
Samara:
(30, 5’4, 11:10 FCBA, Odds & Ends Fight Studio)
BEFORE:
“How many times is Lynch going to get her arse kicked by me before she realises who’s better?” Samara says to an enthusiastic crowd, with the Adelaide native receiving a warm welcome when she strode into the arena earlier. The Odds & Ends starlet beams with pride as the Australian national anthem was played earlier, now standing tall with her hands on her hips, addressing the press by the apron. “I’ve already smothered her arse out the last two times. I think I might have to get even more naughty this time round before she gets the memo, you think?”
Samara’s comments are met with a roar of approval from the crowd, who are eager for more of their native ilk to stand victorious.
Alyssa, of course, not looking too happy at the other end of the arena, knowing full well that she might never get another chance to prove herself if she falls to Samara’s fists for the third time tonight.
“I’m gonna kick her ass, with or without your help,” Lynch shouts into the microphone, drawing a loud chorus of boos from the audience. “Weaving’s overrated, and so is this country. Who wants to live in a place that has snakes and spiders around every corner? And I’m not talking about just the wildlife.”
Samara stifles a roll of the eyes from opposite the ring, before her nostrils flaring as she storms towards Alyssa’s side, looking for a confrontation. Lynch is all too happy to oblige, and before the ring officials know what’s going on, both blonde and brunette have gotten in each other’s faces, spitting more insults.
And it’s Weaving who throws the first punch, rocking Lynch backwards with a swing to her noggin’! Lynch lets out a grunt, but then quickly retaliates, a cocked fist of her own ricocheting off the blonde’s jawline! And the two rivals THROW themselves at each other, tugging on hair and collapsing by the apron, kicking and screaming!
It takes a combined effort of both the VIX and O&E teams to pry them apart, with the fight officials already warning of a hefty fine for both stables for disrupting the peace. Well, the rest of the crowd couldn’t care less, eagerly soaking up the drama, and chanting, “LET ‘EM FIGHT! LET ‘EM FIGHT!”
Moments later, they get their wish, with Lynch and Weaving giving each other the stink eye from their respective corners. Weaving’s dressed down to a simple black bra and briefs set, red gloves on either hand, and her blonde hair tied up into a neat ponytail. In the other corner, Lynch gains a respectable cheer of her own when her name is announced, the crowd acknowledging the Vixen’s balls and gumption. Alyssa is wearing an white crop top and neon pink bikini bottom, raising a pair of yellow gloves to the crowd.
HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action! The referee signals for the bell to officially kick things off!
ROUND 1:
Weaving immediately goes to the body, drawing agonizing groans from Lynch, who decided to focus on the blonde’s smug face. Several thumps and combos sent flying both ways, with Lynch scoring first with a one-two to the nose and lips, but immediately getting chopped in half by Weaving’s counter-blows off her waistline. Lynch wasn’t prepared for the early body assault, obviously, getting walked backwards whilst clutching her ribs as Weaving wades in, still throwing hooks off the flanks and scoring more often than now. Lynch is forced to clinch up as her back hits the ropes, and it’s only the first round of this fight! Girls snarl and brawl in each other’s arms, though Lynch manages to get some licks in of her own: an illegal elbow to the jawline to daze the blonde before snapping her head upwards with one or two uppercuts. Wide round still goes to Weaving for her earlier body concentration!
ROUND 2:
Lynch plays it cool this time, keeping her distance and tagging the blonde with jabs off the face. Samara’s back to trying to get in close, lunging at the Vixen’s body whenever possible. Lynch better able to protect her body, her guard lowered and intercepting, but that just leaves her face open to those unpredictable right hands that slam into her chin or temple. Lynch, however, determined to win this third outing, each time just skirting backwards and then letting her jabs fly, more often than not connecting with Weaving’s face in payback fashion. One thing’s for sure: these two do NOT like each other, as they head back to their corners at the bell, giving the other girl a death stare.
ROUND 3:
Weaving’s proven herself able of soaking in a heck of punishment, and that’s on display here in the third, with Lynch continuing to bash her nose and lips in with flurries flying in from afar. Lynch huffing and puffing away, each combo landing clean and racking up points for herself, but then gets baffled by Samara’s relentless push into her space, the Odds and Ends fighter jamming her own gloves into her sides and kidneys, arguably doing more damage in the long run. Lynch keeps getting folded over, the air sapped from her lungs, as she has trouble predicting these attacks on her body. Another uppercut stuns her to the sternum in the last minute, Samara merely lunging a fist under arms and straight into her midsection, again throwing her backwards with a gasping grunt. Samara’s turn to attack, just bashing and battering the Vixen into the ropes with fury, keeping Lynch pinned there and looking like a spent piñata. Bell rings and what began as a promising round for Lynch has quickly taken a turn!
ROUND 4:
But Lynch’s attacks surely add up, won’t they not? A ray of light at the end of the first minute as a right cross lands hard on Weaving’s nose, sending the blonde reeling backwards with a loud grunt. Lynch chasing, of course, finally getting her dues, as she continues to send punches into every inch of Weaving’s body and arms, the blonde finally covering up her head as if her life depended on it. Lynch chases Weaving about the ring, weaving her way out of Samara’s return swings outta nowhere, and the two girls end up in each other’s arms against the ropes, but this time, it’s Lynch pressing her way in, an arm wrapped around the back of the neck while the other fist bashes away at the undercarriage. Weaving doesn’t go down, but her carefully crafted visage is certainly starting to crack!
ROUND 5:
Weaving looks hurt! Alyssa now sensing the blonde’s weakness and CHARGES in, nostrils flaring! Both girls engage in a wild tug of war in the center of the ring, heads down and elbows chugging away at the undercarriage, Weaving first blocking a right cross to the arms before one of her own swings is intercepted. Alyssa’s in the zone, racking a fist across the blonde’s face before lunging low herself and bashing away at the blonde’s torso. Samara’s getting driven into the ropes for round two, damned if she’s gonna take more body abuse lying down. The two hellcats tie up in each other’s arms, grunting and growling as they struggle to shove opposing arms out of the way before plugging fists to the stomach. Alyssa, however, uses her height to her advantage, elbows Weaving to the neck before slamming another hook across her face! AND DOWN SAMARA GOES, looking dazed and lips parted as she falls to her side by the ropes! Could this be it and redemption for the Vixen?! Nosiree! Samara with gritted teeth and renewed resolve as she slowly climbs her way back to shaky feet, looking both incensed and hurt. Rest of the round has Alyssa trying to put her away, fast and rapid storms inwards to batter more of the blonde’s tummy, to no avail. Samara covers up and weathers, relinquishing the fifth round by a wide margin.
ROUND 6:
But Alyssa soon finds herself running out of steam! Early rush in is absorbed and then beaten back by a reinvigorated Weaving, with Samara meeting the Vixen blow for blow in the center of the ring, fists stuffed into mutual faces, before chasing Lynch back with a wild overhand that stuns her to the ear. Lynch still shocked by the blonde’s tenacity and spirit, has no choice but to turn tail and play it defensive, catch her breath. Samara again goes low to the body, firing away at Alyssa’s head and chest before lunging under the arms to snag the tummy. Lynch keeps getting caught by the same maneuver, and even though she’s landing her fair share of blows to Samara’s cheek, she finds herself in the same situation as the earlier rounds, with her stamina getting sapped and her punching power lacking. Samara takes it close by the bell, stemming the bleeding going forward.
ROUND 7:
Lynch looks gassed and weary, again trying her best to fend off body blows but unable to keep up with Samara’s pace. Weaving just a machine going north and south with those flurries, keeps on pressing into Lynch’s space despite already getting knocked down once before. Lynch gets pressed into a corner and suddenly takes a big cross to the middle of her arms, pushing her back further. Weaving is slow, pacing herself well, takes a deep breath before LUNGING at the Vixen’s head, landing that hook with a shout of victory. Lynch in trouble! Almost ragdolled against the corner turnbuckle as Weaving simply steps in and FIRES AWAY ON ALL CYLINDERS, chugging blows left and right to the brunette’s torso before sending uppercuts CUTTING into the center of the arms, scoring off the breasts until Lynch exposes her chin! BLAMM! The Vixen’s head gets snapped skywards, and the rest of her strings are cut in a flash! DOWN ALYSSA GOES, her back sliding down the turnbuckle, looking absolutely shellshocked! Referee takes a quick look at her fluttering eyelids and steps in to WAVE IT OFF! Third time’s NOT the charm as Samara Weaving takes it via KO7!
Official Decision: Samara Weaving defeats Alyssa Lynch via KO7!
AFTER:
Never a contest in the first place, according to Ms. Weaving, who does a little circle around the ring and shimmying of her wide hips, before her lips curl into a sneer as she walks back to the fallen Lynch still slumped in the corner.
Towering over her once-rival, Weaving puckers her lips and places both hands on her hips, standing tall and casting a wide shadow onto the Vixen. “What ever shall I do with you, dear Lyssa?” Weaving mutters, in mock concern.
Alyssa merely groans, still shaking her head from left to right, trying to sit up against the corner but even that’s proving too difficult.
“You already kissed my abs the last time, but it wasn’t enough, was it?” Weaving coos, slowly removing each glove and letting it fall to the ground. “Maybe I’ll make kicking your ass an annual event, just for the fun of it.”
Weaving reaches and grabs hold of Alyssa’s loose and sweat-soaked crop top, TUGS upwards, stretching the fabric beyond its capability. Lynch groans, immediately lunging upwards, but more concerned at not having the garment be ripped from her bare chest.
Samara not giving two fucks, however, hauling the Vixen to her feet and thankfully, the garment only torn and disfigured enough to show plenty of Alyssa’s underboob. Before Lynch can readjust her wardrobe, a fist to the belly folds her over in half, then another and another is buried into her button, Weaving making her pay for ever challenging her in the first place.
The blonde toys with Lynch for several minutes, keeping her body pinned to the turnbuckle before slapping her across her shocked cheek and even slamming punches into her breasts, further testing her blouse’s resilience. A final knee to the lower belly sends Lynch lurching forward, her face resting on Weaving’s chest, her lips parted and fighting spirit completely dissolved.
“See you in a year’s time, Lyssie,” Weaving coos, before allowing the broken girl to slide down her chest and curves of her tummy, Lynch’s lips finally resting just above her pulsing belly.
Not the best result for the Visitors this evening, but the local Aussie crowd is of course loving their first true victory of the night!
