Post by caspian on Aug 4, 2023 13:06:50 GMT -6
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK
CBAD: Alyssa Lynch vs. Leah Williamson (Body Saddle)
Alyssa:
(27, 5’7, 120, 56:25 FCBA, VIXENs)
Leah:
(26, 5’7, FCBA Debut, Free Agent)
BEFORE:
The flash of cameras illuminates the room as Alyssa Lynch strides in confidently. Her fitted ruby red satin dress clings to every curve, sparkling in the light as she offers the photographers a smile that's all business. Her fiery locks are styled in loose, soft curls that add a touch of glamor. The VIXENs logo sits proudly on her dress, a silent testament to her allegiance.
Across the room, the door swings open to reveal Leah Williamson. Her athletic figure is showcased in a crisp white polo shirt and dark navy athletic trousers, her attire a stark contrast to Alyssa's. Her long blonde hair is tied back into a ponytail, her focus clear in her piercing blue eyes.
The tension in the room mounts as the fighters take their positions on stage. Leah, the FCBA newcomer, breaks the ice. "I hear Lynch has been talking a big game leading up to this, but we all know she's nothing but nervous," she proclaims, a defiant glint in her eyes. "She's afraid to compete with someone who's been training as an athlete their entire life."
But Alyssa, a seasoned FCBA fighter, isn’t fazed. She counters with a cool smile, "Williamson, on the other hand, thought she could back out of our last fight because she suddenly realized the vast difference in our ring experience. But there's no escaping now." Alyssa leans forward, her eyes hardened with resolve. "This isn't a game, Leah. This is going to be war."
As the conference wraps up, the women move towards the center of the stage for the traditional staredown. Leah, the athlete, arrives first in the middle first, standing tall and proud, her bright blue eyes fixed on the point where she expects Alyssa to arrive. Alyssa strides in moments later, her dark eyes twinkling.
The tension escalates as Alyssa and Leah stand toe-to-toe on the stage, their fists clenched and raised towards each other, their gazes locked in a fierce, unwavering stare down. Leah, full of bravado, looks supremely confident, while Alyssa coolly meets her gaze, unfazed by the newcomer's aggressiveness.
"Your days are numbered, Alyssa," Leah taunts, her voice carrying a note of steely determination.
Alyssa, however, merely flashes a wry grin in response, cool as ice. "All bark and no bite," she retorts, chuckling at Leah's bravado. The older woman's confidence is unshaken, even in the face of Leah's aggressive demeanor.
Suddenly, the women break off their standoff, turning simultaneously to face the audience. Their fists held high, they throw out fierce poses and issue echoing threats.
"Let's see who does the biting in the ring, sweetheart," Alyssa calls out, her voice amplified by the roaring crowd. Leah simply sneers back, her eyes blazing with a promise of retribution.
Hours later, the lights dim as the fight is about to commence in the VIX Gym & Headquarters in downtown Los Angeles. The large mid-sized sports hall is filled with eager spectators, with large video screens on either side of the boxing ring illuminating highlight reels leading up to the fight.
First to enter is Leah Williamson, the newcomer, the screens playing a montage of her training sessions. The spotlight follows her as she strides in from the entrance, sporting a sporty white boxing robe with "Williamson" emblazoned on the back in bold blue letters. She wears a matching set of white boxing gloves and shoes, and a pair of blue and white striped boxing trunks. Her blonde hair is tightly pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail, a steely determination in her eyes. As the young athlete steps into the ring, she raises her fists and salutes the crowd, who cheer her on with enthusiasm.
As Leah's introduction is played, it's impossible to ignore the sportswoman’s achievements outside of the boxing ring. Before stepping into this different kind of sport, Leah was known for her prowess on the soccer field. A central figure in the Arsenal Women's Football Club, she’d helped her team clinch multiple victories and even represented England at the international cup level. And with such a solid foundation, it was no wonder Leah's transition into boxing was highly anticipated. Now, stepping into the boxing ring, she seeks to leverage her athletic prowess to make a name for herself in the boxing world.
The lights dim again as the video screens now display Alyssa Lynch's successful boxing career thus far, the driven brunette not giving up despite not winning an official title just yet. The highlights of her best fights play out on the screen, reminding the audience of her prowess in the ring. The spotlight switches over to the entrance as Alyssa emerges, the audience erupting in applause and cheers. The VIXENs' veteran is clad in a dazzling red sequined robe, her name glittering in gold across her back. Beneath the robe, she sports a red and gold sports bra and boxing shorts, and matching gloves and boots, with her dark hair cascading down her shoulders.
Alyssa strides confidently to the ring, pausing momentarily to pose for the crowd, her arms raised in a triumphant 'V'. As she climbs into the ring, she circles it once, acknowledging the crowd, before she locks eyes with her opponent. Her confident smirk returns as she takes her corner, ready for the match to commence.
Up next, a group of technicians strides into the arena, carrying the VIX's body saddle on an elevated platform. The saddle glints under the spotlights, diamonds and rubies catching the light and throwing it back in a dazzling display. The shiny VIX logo stands out prominently against the dark leather on the saddle's side, serving as a stark reminder of the stable's power.
The saddle, fitted with a series of tight leather straps and buckles, is adjusted carefully by the technicians, who set it up near the ring apron, in full view of both fighters so they know what’s at stake tonight, with the threat of being ridden around the ring on Alyssa and Leah’s minds.
Without further ado, the referee signals for the starting bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1:
The bell rings and the two combatants meet in the center of the ring. Leah immediately asserts herself, the athlete in her taking over as she lunges forward with a flurry of jabs, attacking as though she were pushing a soccer ball forward. Alyssa backs off, struggling to find her footing under the onslaught of punches from her inexperienced opponent. Leah's hooks are a little wild and messy, but they land with surprising force, crashing into Alyssa's ribs and chest early on, but mainly snagging the Vixen on her arms. Once or twice, Williamson pushes Alyssa onto the ropes and keeps her pinned there, leaving the brunette grimacing as she tries to protect her body. Second half and at least Alyssa tries to fight back, jabbing at Leah's midsection after circling out of range, and then throwing a couple of desperate hooks to her opponent's own head. Yet, Leah simply shrugs them off and responds with a ferocious hook to the stomach, which sends Alyssa stumbling back, her breath hitched in her throat! Despite Alyssa's attempts to counter, it's clear that Leah has dominated the first round. At the bell, the judges unanimously award the round to Leah, highlighting her strong opening performance! Alyssa, meanwhile, retreats to her corner, nursing her aching body.
ROUND 2:
Alyssa gets up from her stool with determination etched on her face. She has weathered the storm in the first round, and now it’s time for her to fight back. As Leah charges in again, Alyssa does not back off this time. Instead, she sidesteps the onslaught and retaliates with a sharp jab that snaps Leah's head back. Leah seems surprised at Alyssa’s resilience and sudden change in tactic, and this gives Alyssa the window she needs. The experienced fighter steps in, planting a hard hook to Leah's midsection, causing the blonde to wince. Alyssa follows up with a quick uppercut that bounces off Leah's chin, further pushing the blonde back. Williamson however refuses to back down and manages to land a couple more good shots to Alyssa’s body, but the brunette simply shrugs them off and retaliates with more precise punches to her face and body. Each blow from Alyssa is carefully aimed and powerfully delivered, targeting Leah's midsection and mouth, which successfully keep the blonde on the backfoot. By the time the bell rings, it’s clear that Alyssa has found her footing in the second round. While Leah still gave as good as she got, the brunette's control and precise attacks earn her the nod from the judges.
ROUND 3:
Leah, with renewed vigor, comes out swinging! She lands a solid jab flurry to Alyssa's midsection, followed by a right hook that grazes Alyssa's cheek. Alyssa, keeping her guard up, evades the brunt of the strikes, but winces and grunts as the blonde continues to be the aggressor in this fight. As the second minute rolls around, Leah continues her assault, again driving Alyssa back towards the ropes with constant punches directed to her exposed body. But Alyssa also begins to pick her spots, landing counter punches that sting Leah’s face and slow her advance. In doing so, Lynch refuses to get trapped against the ropes. And as the third minute of the round starts, Alyssa sees an opening. Leah, overeager in her attack, leaves her ribs exposed. Alyssa weaves to the left, avoiding another swift overhand, before driving a devastating right hook into the blonde's midsection, causing Leah to wince, lurch forward, and then falter! OUCH! With Williamson stunlocked, Swiftly, Alyssa then uncorks a vicious left hook into Leah's face, which sends her spinning! Immediately, Leah's legs give way and she crumbles to the all fours, looking stunned with her mouth hanging open! The referee jumps in immediately, starting the count as Leah writhes on the mat, winded and dazed. She pushes herself up, trying to beat the count, but those soccer legs just are not responding in time, with the rest of her head dizzyingly refusing to cooperate! At the count of ten, the referee waves his hands to signal the end of the fight! It’s OVER in record time!
Official Result: Alyssa Lynch defeats Leah Williamson via KO3!
AFTER:
Lynch doesn't hesitate to revel in her victory. She lets out a triumphant cheer, her hands thrown high in the air, her laughter ringing out across the hall. The VIX fans cheer her on, their applause matching the victorious glee on Alyssa's face.
After a moment, Alyssa turns her attention to her downed opponent, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She saunters over to Leah, her boots tapping against the canvas as she towers over the blonde. "That's what you get for thinking you could step in the ring with me," Alyssa sneers, taunting the dazed debutant. “Now, let’s saddle those so-called ‘abs’, shall we?”
A triumphant Lynch holds Leah by her blonde locks, pulling her up just enough before abruptly flipping her onto her back. The echo of Leah's groan reverberates throughout the sports hall. Alyssa, relishing the situation, reaches for the glimmering body saddle at her feet.
Just as Alyssa begins to fasten the saddle around Leah's midsection, the blonde stirs, her body convulsing in a weak attempt to escape her humiliating fate. Alyssa's response is swift and unforgiving - a harsh punch lands on Leah's nose, immediately quelling her struggles.
With a cold, predatory grin, Alyssa resumes her task. She molds front straps over Leah's heaving breasts, the cold diamonds pressing into the blonde's warm skin. Again, Leah's body jerks in weak protest, earning her a sharp jab to the side of her belly. Her pained gasp is swallowed by the quiet of the room, and her body goes still once more.
Methodically, Alyssa secures the rest of the straps around Leah's toned thighs and calves, the weight of the saddle bearing down heavily on the blonde. Then, mounting her conquered opponent, Alyssa straddles Leah, the pressure of her thighs pressing into the blonde's sides. Alyssa secures her position, the gem-encrusted saddle glinting beneath her as she sits astride Leah's defeated form.
Her dominant pose is complete with a firm grasp on Leah's long hair, tugging the blonde's ponytail back like reins on a horse. Alyssa's other hand raises, forming a victorious fist that she thrusts into the air.
"Let’s go, blondie…” Alyssa commands, her breaths heavy but serious.
And Leah, holding back tears and feeling the pressure of Alyssa's thighs on her sides, has no choice but to obey. With a grunt, she begins to move, the saddle and Alyssa's weight pressing down on her as she starts her shameful crawl around the ring.
After just a few paces, Leah’s body gives out, knees buckling and dropping her to the canvas with a soft thud. The weight of defeat, both physical and metaphorical, is just too much for the debutant. Alyssa, still astride her fallen opponent, simply adjusts her position and strikes a victorious pose, not caring that her 'mount' has collapsed beneath her.
The flashing lights of the cameras pick up every angle of the spectacle. The image of the Vixen, seated victorious atop the defeated Leah Williamson, would make the rounds of social media and sports news outlets for days to come.
Once dismounted and after showering and changing, Alyssa steps out to address the eager reporters waiting for her post-fight comments. She proclaims proudly to the cameras. "That's how it's done here. Leah had no chance, and she won't be the last to find out what happens when girls step into VIX territory."
A pause, and then she grins, "Lottie Moss, you're next. I hope you're ready to taste the same defeat Leah just did. And after that, Kyra Santoro, you're in line too to get saddled. I won't stop until I've shown everyone what it means to face me in the saddle circuit!"
CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK
CBAD: Alyssa Lynch vs. Leah Williamson (Body Saddle)
Alyssa:
(27, 5’7, 120, 56:25 FCBA, VIXENs)
Leah:
(26, 5’7, FCBA Debut, Free Agent)
BEFORE:
The flash of cameras illuminates the room as Alyssa Lynch strides in confidently. Her fitted ruby red satin dress clings to every curve, sparkling in the light as she offers the photographers a smile that's all business. Her fiery locks are styled in loose, soft curls that add a touch of glamor. The VIXENs logo sits proudly on her dress, a silent testament to her allegiance.
Across the room, the door swings open to reveal Leah Williamson. Her athletic figure is showcased in a crisp white polo shirt and dark navy athletic trousers, her attire a stark contrast to Alyssa's. Her long blonde hair is tied back into a ponytail, her focus clear in her piercing blue eyes.
The tension in the room mounts as the fighters take their positions on stage. Leah, the FCBA newcomer, breaks the ice. "I hear Lynch has been talking a big game leading up to this, but we all know she's nothing but nervous," she proclaims, a defiant glint in her eyes. "She's afraid to compete with someone who's been training as an athlete their entire life."
But Alyssa, a seasoned FCBA fighter, isn’t fazed. She counters with a cool smile, "Williamson, on the other hand, thought she could back out of our last fight because she suddenly realized the vast difference in our ring experience. But there's no escaping now." Alyssa leans forward, her eyes hardened with resolve. "This isn't a game, Leah. This is going to be war."
As the conference wraps up, the women move towards the center of the stage for the traditional staredown. Leah, the athlete, arrives first in the middle first, standing tall and proud, her bright blue eyes fixed on the point where she expects Alyssa to arrive. Alyssa strides in moments later, her dark eyes twinkling.
The tension escalates as Alyssa and Leah stand toe-to-toe on the stage, their fists clenched and raised towards each other, their gazes locked in a fierce, unwavering stare down. Leah, full of bravado, looks supremely confident, while Alyssa coolly meets her gaze, unfazed by the newcomer's aggressiveness.
"Your days are numbered, Alyssa," Leah taunts, her voice carrying a note of steely determination.
Alyssa, however, merely flashes a wry grin in response, cool as ice. "All bark and no bite," she retorts, chuckling at Leah's bravado. The older woman's confidence is unshaken, even in the face of Leah's aggressive demeanor.
Suddenly, the women break off their standoff, turning simultaneously to face the audience. Their fists held high, they throw out fierce poses and issue echoing threats.
"Let's see who does the biting in the ring, sweetheart," Alyssa calls out, her voice amplified by the roaring crowd. Leah simply sneers back, her eyes blazing with a promise of retribution.
Hours later, the lights dim as the fight is about to commence in the VIX Gym & Headquarters in downtown Los Angeles. The large mid-sized sports hall is filled with eager spectators, with large video screens on either side of the boxing ring illuminating highlight reels leading up to the fight.
First to enter is Leah Williamson, the newcomer, the screens playing a montage of her training sessions. The spotlight follows her as she strides in from the entrance, sporting a sporty white boxing robe with "Williamson" emblazoned on the back in bold blue letters. She wears a matching set of white boxing gloves and shoes, and a pair of blue and white striped boxing trunks. Her blonde hair is tightly pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail, a steely determination in her eyes. As the young athlete steps into the ring, she raises her fists and salutes the crowd, who cheer her on with enthusiasm.
As Leah's introduction is played, it's impossible to ignore the sportswoman’s achievements outside of the boxing ring. Before stepping into this different kind of sport, Leah was known for her prowess on the soccer field. A central figure in the Arsenal Women's Football Club, she’d helped her team clinch multiple victories and even represented England at the international cup level. And with such a solid foundation, it was no wonder Leah's transition into boxing was highly anticipated. Now, stepping into the boxing ring, she seeks to leverage her athletic prowess to make a name for herself in the boxing world.
The lights dim again as the video screens now display Alyssa Lynch's successful boxing career thus far, the driven brunette not giving up despite not winning an official title just yet. The highlights of her best fights play out on the screen, reminding the audience of her prowess in the ring. The spotlight switches over to the entrance as Alyssa emerges, the audience erupting in applause and cheers. The VIXENs' veteran is clad in a dazzling red sequined robe, her name glittering in gold across her back. Beneath the robe, she sports a red and gold sports bra and boxing shorts, and matching gloves and boots, with her dark hair cascading down her shoulders.
Alyssa strides confidently to the ring, pausing momentarily to pose for the crowd, her arms raised in a triumphant 'V'. As she climbs into the ring, she circles it once, acknowledging the crowd, before she locks eyes with her opponent. Her confident smirk returns as she takes her corner, ready for the match to commence.
Up next, a group of technicians strides into the arena, carrying the VIX's body saddle on an elevated platform. The saddle glints under the spotlights, diamonds and rubies catching the light and throwing it back in a dazzling display. The shiny VIX logo stands out prominently against the dark leather on the saddle's side, serving as a stark reminder of the stable's power.
The saddle, fitted with a series of tight leather straps and buckles, is adjusted carefully by the technicians, who set it up near the ring apron, in full view of both fighters so they know what’s at stake tonight, with the threat of being ridden around the ring on Alyssa and Leah’s minds.
Without further ado, the referee signals for the starting bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1:
The bell rings and the two combatants meet in the center of the ring. Leah immediately asserts herself, the athlete in her taking over as she lunges forward with a flurry of jabs, attacking as though she were pushing a soccer ball forward. Alyssa backs off, struggling to find her footing under the onslaught of punches from her inexperienced opponent. Leah's hooks are a little wild and messy, but they land with surprising force, crashing into Alyssa's ribs and chest early on, but mainly snagging the Vixen on her arms. Once or twice, Williamson pushes Alyssa onto the ropes and keeps her pinned there, leaving the brunette grimacing as she tries to protect her body. Second half and at least Alyssa tries to fight back, jabbing at Leah's midsection after circling out of range, and then throwing a couple of desperate hooks to her opponent's own head. Yet, Leah simply shrugs them off and responds with a ferocious hook to the stomach, which sends Alyssa stumbling back, her breath hitched in her throat! Despite Alyssa's attempts to counter, it's clear that Leah has dominated the first round. At the bell, the judges unanimously award the round to Leah, highlighting her strong opening performance! Alyssa, meanwhile, retreats to her corner, nursing her aching body.
ROUND 2:
Alyssa gets up from her stool with determination etched on her face. She has weathered the storm in the first round, and now it’s time for her to fight back. As Leah charges in again, Alyssa does not back off this time. Instead, she sidesteps the onslaught and retaliates with a sharp jab that snaps Leah's head back. Leah seems surprised at Alyssa’s resilience and sudden change in tactic, and this gives Alyssa the window she needs. The experienced fighter steps in, planting a hard hook to Leah's midsection, causing the blonde to wince. Alyssa follows up with a quick uppercut that bounces off Leah's chin, further pushing the blonde back. Williamson however refuses to back down and manages to land a couple more good shots to Alyssa’s body, but the brunette simply shrugs them off and retaliates with more precise punches to her face and body. Each blow from Alyssa is carefully aimed and powerfully delivered, targeting Leah's midsection and mouth, which successfully keep the blonde on the backfoot. By the time the bell rings, it’s clear that Alyssa has found her footing in the second round. While Leah still gave as good as she got, the brunette's control and precise attacks earn her the nod from the judges.
ROUND 3:
Leah, with renewed vigor, comes out swinging! She lands a solid jab flurry to Alyssa's midsection, followed by a right hook that grazes Alyssa's cheek. Alyssa, keeping her guard up, evades the brunt of the strikes, but winces and grunts as the blonde continues to be the aggressor in this fight. As the second minute rolls around, Leah continues her assault, again driving Alyssa back towards the ropes with constant punches directed to her exposed body. But Alyssa also begins to pick her spots, landing counter punches that sting Leah’s face and slow her advance. In doing so, Lynch refuses to get trapped against the ropes. And as the third minute of the round starts, Alyssa sees an opening. Leah, overeager in her attack, leaves her ribs exposed. Alyssa weaves to the left, avoiding another swift overhand, before driving a devastating right hook into the blonde's midsection, causing Leah to wince, lurch forward, and then falter! OUCH! With Williamson stunlocked, Swiftly, Alyssa then uncorks a vicious left hook into Leah's face, which sends her spinning! Immediately, Leah's legs give way and she crumbles to the all fours, looking stunned with her mouth hanging open! The referee jumps in immediately, starting the count as Leah writhes on the mat, winded and dazed. She pushes herself up, trying to beat the count, but those soccer legs just are not responding in time, with the rest of her head dizzyingly refusing to cooperate! At the count of ten, the referee waves his hands to signal the end of the fight! It’s OVER in record time!
Official Result: Alyssa Lynch defeats Leah Williamson via KO3!
AFTER:
Lynch doesn't hesitate to revel in her victory. She lets out a triumphant cheer, her hands thrown high in the air, her laughter ringing out across the hall. The VIX fans cheer her on, their applause matching the victorious glee on Alyssa's face.
After a moment, Alyssa turns her attention to her downed opponent, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She saunters over to Leah, her boots tapping against the canvas as she towers over the blonde. "That's what you get for thinking you could step in the ring with me," Alyssa sneers, taunting the dazed debutant. “Now, let’s saddle those so-called ‘abs’, shall we?”
A triumphant Lynch holds Leah by her blonde locks, pulling her up just enough before abruptly flipping her onto her back. The echo of Leah's groan reverberates throughout the sports hall. Alyssa, relishing the situation, reaches for the glimmering body saddle at her feet.
Just as Alyssa begins to fasten the saddle around Leah's midsection, the blonde stirs, her body convulsing in a weak attempt to escape her humiliating fate. Alyssa's response is swift and unforgiving - a harsh punch lands on Leah's nose, immediately quelling her struggles.
With a cold, predatory grin, Alyssa resumes her task. She molds front straps over Leah's heaving breasts, the cold diamonds pressing into the blonde's warm skin. Again, Leah's body jerks in weak protest, earning her a sharp jab to the side of her belly. Her pained gasp is swallowed by the quiet of the room, and her body goes still once more.
Methodically, Alyssa secures the rest of the straps around Leah's toned thighs and calves, the weight of the saddle bearing down heavily on the blonde. Then, mounting her conquered opponent, Alyssa straddles Leah, the pressure of her thighs pressing into the blonde's sides. Alyssa secures her position, the gem-encrusted saddle glinting beneath her as she sits astride Leah's defeated form.
Her dominant pose is complete with a firm grasp on Leah's long hair, tugging the blonde's ponytail back like reins on a horse. Alyssa's other hand raises, forming a victorious fist that she thrusts into the air.
"Let’s go, blondie…” Alyssa commands, her breaths heavy but serious.
And Leah, holding back tears and feeling the pressure of Alyssa's thighs on her sides, has no choice but to obey. With a grunt, she begins to move, the saddle and Alyssa's weight pressing down on her as she starts her shameful crawl around the ring.
After just a few paces, Leah’s body gives out, knees buckling and dropping her to the canvas with a soft thud. The weight of defeat, both physical and metaphorical, is just too much for the debutant. Alyssa, still astride her fallen opponent, simply adjusts her position and strikes a victorious pose, not caring that her 'mount' has collapsed beneath her.
The flashing lights of the cameras pick up every angle of the spectacle. The image of the Vixen, seated victorious atop the defeated Leah Williamson, would make the rounds of social media and sports news outlets for days to come.
Once dismounted and after showering and changing, Alyssa steps out to address the eager reporters waiting for her post-fight comments. She proclaims proudly to the cameras. "That's how it's done here. Leah had no chance, and she won't be the last to find out what happens when girls step into VIX territory."
A pause, and then she grins, "Lottie Moss, you're next. I hope you're ready to taste the same defeat Leah just did. And after that, Kyra Santoro, you're in line too to get saddled. I won't stop until I've shown everyone what it means to face me in the saddle circuit!"