Post by Lookout! Boxing on Apr 26, 2024 18:59:27 GMT -6
Alyssa Lynch vs. Hunter King (Body Saddle)
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
Alyssa:
(28, 5’7, 120, 68:30 FCBA, VIXENs)
Hunter:
(31, 5’5, 21:10 Knockout Babes)
BEFORE:
Camera flashes flicker as Alyssa Lynch enters the press hall first, flanked by the imposing figures of her fellow Vixens, including Nell Tiger Free and Luisana Lopilato. Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, she moves with the practiced confidence of a seasoned fighter, yet the tension around her mouth betrays a simmering intensity.
Her opponent for tonight, Hunter King, strolls in moments later, her own Knockout Babes teammates trailing behind her. A bold, patterned tracksuit showcases her lean yet powerful frame. An easy smile graces her lips, but her eyes, when they settle on Alyssa, hold a glint of steel.
The promoter, a slick-haired master of hype, takes the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen," he booms, "we're here for one reason and one reason only. Rematch fever! Alyssa Lynch and Hunter King, back in the arena for the most anticipated fight of the year!" Applause ripples through the crowd. The promoter gestures towards Alyssa. "Tell us, Alyssa – the last fight didn't go your way. What's different this time?"
The ice in Alyssa's voice could chill the early summer air. "Don't get fixated on her wins," she says. "I'm not making the same mistake twice. Hunter won a battle, not a war."
Hunter leans into the microphone, her grin widening. "I like the sound of that, Alyssa. You finally admitting it's a real win?" Her voice is light, but the barb strikes home. A flicker of fury crosses Alyssa's face before she regains control.
"Hunter, you're a counter-puncher, reliant on your opponent's mistakes," Alyssa counters. "You're good, but are you good enough to withstand a full-frontal assault?"
"You tell me, Alyssa," Hunter retorts, her smile faltering ever so slightly. "Seems you couldn't manage it last time." A ripple of excited gasps runs through the crowd. This isn't your average pre-fight hype; this is raw, personal, and it's getting heated.
The promoter jumps in, sensing the potential for a viral moment. "Ladies, ladies, save the fireworks for the ring! But tell me, what's at stake here? And let's not forget, the loser takes a ride this time too!"
Alyssa flushes, the memory of the Body Saddle humiliation burning in her cheeks. Hunter's gaze fixates on the blush, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "Don't worry, Alyssa," she purrs, "I always break my horses in gently. Though, a wild ride might be more fitting after the way you've been talking."
The crowd erupts, the seed of humiliation planted deeper in Alyssa's mind. "This isn't just about revenge," Alyssa grits out. "It's about my next shot at the Empress of the Body Saddle, a title I should rightfully hold. And it's about proving you'll always be beneath me."
"And you think beating me puts you on that path?" Hunter's voice drips with playful disdain. "Maybe you need a reminder of your place."
"Try me, and find out."
A reporter, sensing the perfect opportunity, cuts in, "Ladies, there are rumors about an altercation outside the ring. Care to comment?"
Alyssa's nostrils flare with barely contained anger. "Rumors are just that – rumors. If Hunter wants to brawl in some back alley, she can find someone else. I'm here for the fight, nothing else."
Hunter raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Oh, so it did happen? I was almost starting to think you were all talk, Alyssa. Too bad you didn't show this much spirit in the ring last time."
"I'll show you spirit," Alyssa hisses, taking a threatening step forward. The VIXENs shift, ready to intervene if needed.
"Bring it on then," Hunter taunts, matching her stance. "Or are you scared I'll break those manicured nails before the Empress gets the chance?"
Alyssa lunges, a flash of fury in her eyes. Hunter, caught off guard for a moment, recovers quickly and meets her blow for blow. Their practiced movements turn into a brutal dance of aggression. A wild right hook is thrown to the wind, but Hunter ducks under it, countering with a sharp jab to the ribs. The crowd gasps as Alyssa stumbles back, momentarily stunned. But she's a seasoned fighter, she roars and lunges back in, grappling with Hunter, and throwing the smaller blonde against the podium with a force that sends a tremor through the stage. The microphone crashes to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
The crowd roars with a mix of excitement and shock. This wasn't a staged shoving match; this was a real brawl, a glimpse into the raw hatred simmering beneath the surface. And it clearly isn’t over! Blood streaks down Alyssa’s temple from a cut caused by the microphone stand as she tries to rush Hunter down, but the security guards have already gotten in between both fighters. "You think you won? This isn't over, Hunter! I'll leave you broken, sprawled on that mat, begging for mercy. And when I do, the entire world will watch as I claim my rightful place on your back!" Alyssa screams as she’s herded away.
While Hunter, also being held back by her teammates and security, spits a retort, laced with venom. "Just try it, Lynch. You couldn't dominate me in the ring last time, what makes you think you can handle me on the saddle? This time, you'll be the one begging for mercy, whimpering like a dog as I ride you into oblivion!"
The promoter, despite the ruined press conference, wears a sly smirk. He knows, despite the danger, this has just sold the fight ten times over. He raises his hands, addressing the room as the media scrambles for their equipment.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that was...unexpected! But let me assure you, the main event will be even more explosive. Get your tickets now!"
When fight night arrives, the arena is packed to the rafters. The air thrums with anticipation, tinged with the lingering memory of the press conference brawl. A hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim. Alyssa enters first, wearing a midnight blue sports bra and matching shorts. Her signature raven hair is pulled back in a tight braid. With practiced ease, she steps into the ring. The harsh lights accentuate the defined muscles of her shoulders and back. She paces the ring, shadowboxing.
Next, Hunter emerges. She's in a vibrant crimson two-piece, the color echoing her confidence. Her shorter, blonde hair is styled in a series of messy braids. She moves with a relaxed swagger, almost a playful bounce to her step. Her Knockout Babes team surrounds her, mirroring her vibrant energy. As she enters the ring, the height difference becomes startlingly clear. Hunter looks almost petite beside the more powerful Alyssa. Yet, Hunter's lean frame hides deceptive agility and strength. She takes her place opposite Alyssa, her smirk widening into a cocky grin.
Beside the ring, of course, bathed in a single spotlight, rests the symbol of their bitter feud. The VIX custom body saddle, crafted from supple leather and adorned with sparkling diamonds, sits silently by the ring apron. It gleams in the ring's spotlight, a potent reminder of the humiliation and dominance promised to the loser tonight.
Without further ado, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action! This here’s a Body Saddle bout rematch!
ROUND 1:
The opening bell jolts the fighters into action, and Alyssa storms out of her corner. This is a woman powered by pure aggression, and her punches carve their way through the air, every blow aimed with bone-jarring power, intending to hurt. Hunter, initially surprised by the ferocity, doesn't freeze completely. She pivots on her feet, using her agility to evade the most brutal attacks, and manages to land a few counters of her own - a sharp jab to Alyssa’s body, a glancing right hook to the cheek there - but they're not enough to slow the Vixen’s rage. Alyssa presses her advantage, a flurry of heavy hooks and uppercuts soon forcing Hunter’s back into the ropes. STILL Lynch doesn’t let up, relentless assault, forcing the smaller girl to cover up and duck and keep moving. By the middle of the round, Hunter's normally playful energy is tinged with desperation. Alyssa senses it, and keeps up the pressure even more: she lands a brutal body blow that sends Hunter reeling backwards, then a right hook connects flush with the side of the head, jolting her to the side. And before Hunter can recover, more jabs pester her to the face. And just when she thought it was over, Alyssa cuts off the angle of her escape, before landing a powerful left cross to the arms that sends Hunter staggering back. The Vixen deftly steps forward with her left leg, effectively blocking her right leg from shooting out and escaping. and trapping her between her own body and the ropes. Then come the body blows: a left-right combo digs into her body, eliciting a sharp gasp and a momentary hunch. Alyssa follows up with a right hook that spanks off the obliques, forcing a grunt from her lips. The attack continues, a piston-like rhythm of punches targeting Hunter's core, and she winces with every blow, her body visibly tensing. She tries to bring her own forearms down to block, but Alyssa maintains a higher position, raining down blows with a relentless ferocity. Just as the referee seems on the verge of stepping in in the very first round, the bell rings, a merciful end to the torment! Alyssa glares at her opponent, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat highlighting the raw power of her body. She really meant business there, and wasn’t afraid to show it! And when the scorecards raised, the decision is unanimous: the first round goes to Lynch, her dominance undeniable!
ROUND 2:
Round two begins and Hunter, her pride wounded but survival instincts kicking in, bursts out of her corner, aiming to bank on her speed and agility to get things done. And now, it's Alyssa's turn to be caught off guard, as Hunter dances and feints, her movements impossibly fluid, each step a deliberate distraction. Alyssa tries to regain control of the pace, but a quick jab to her face lands on her cheek, forcing her head back. Hunter follows through, weaving in and out, before another quick left hook slams into the side of the ribs, before she dances away from the inevitable retaliation. Hunter transforms into her true form – the counter-puncher. She reads Alyssa's aggression, anticipating her punches. Then, with split-second timing, she slips and dodges each one, leaving the bigger girl swinging wildly at air.
And Alyssa, frustrated by the missed strikes, gets reckless. Each missed punch leaves her momentarily open and vulnerable, taking a quick one-two to the face, a sharp left hook that grazes the chin, another precise jab that rattles her teeth with a groan. Hunter’s using her smaller size to her advantage, finding openings to exploit before slipping back out of reach with unnerving grace. Later in the round, another counter left hook connects firmly on Alyssa's upper arm, jarring her shoulder joint, spinning her slightly sideways and exposing her vulnerable side. It’s an opportunity to good to pass up: she dips low and POWERS a right cross to the center of Alyssa's body, sending a shockwave through her frame. Alyssa grunts, stepping back, momentarily winded, and instinctively hunches her body to protect the injured area. The bell rings soon after, truly a merciful sound for the Vixen, who trudges back to her corner, her once-powerful frame seeming visibly diminished. The change in fortunes is most shocking; the hunter has become the hunted, and this round, undoubtedly, belongs to the King.
ROUND 3:
The bell clangs, ushering in the third. Both fighters emerge from their corners, faces etched with determination and a growing sense of urgency. The first minute explodes in a furious exchange. Jabs fly, punches connect with sickening thuds all over. Hunter sends a flurry to the arms and body, each blow met with a pained growl from her opponent. But Alyssa, in turn, counters with a thunderous right hook that snaps the blonde’s head back. Hunter's initial burst of speed can't be maintained though, and her opponent’s size and strength start to tell. While Hunter lands a few impressive jabs cleanly, particularly a well-timed left hand that bloodies the nose early, Alyssa's punches carry more devastating weight. A brutal uppercut sends a jolt through Hunter's upper body, momentarily numbing her fingers after it connected with her arms, and every time they exchange blows, Hunter takes a visible step back, wincing, her movements becoming slightly more labored. Despite the fatigue, her spirit hasn't been extinguished. She uses her agility to slip under a wild swing from Alyssa, then retaliates with a sharp right cross that catches Alyssa squarely on her cheek. But Alyssa throws punches in bunches, some blocked, others landing with dull thuds off Hunter's ribs and stomach, even with Hunter desperately trying to weave and bob. Soon, the smaller fighter gets cornered near the ropes, and Lynch seizes the chance, quickly stepping in and ROCKING her frame with a series of heavy hooks and swings, no doubt targeting her midsection. Hunter does manage to block a few with her lowered forearms, gritting her teeth through the pain, but the force of the onslaught keeps her pinned against the ropes, leaving her with little space to maneuver. Despite the pressure, Hunter's fighting spirit remains. All of a sudden, she spins under a wild right and lands a quick left hook on Alyssa's jaw. It lacks power, but the connection is solid, sending a frustrated grunt through the Vixen’s face. And thankfully, the bell rings soon after, and the fight referee steps in, herding both girls away in opposite directions. Both fighters, battered and bruised, stumble back to their corners. Alyssa, clearly exhausted but dominant, gulps in air, while Hunter, visibly hurting, looks at her corner with a defiant glint in her eyes.
ROUND 4:
Both fighters, weary but unbroken, step forward once more with gritted teeth. It’s a brutal exchange of leather as they clash in a tight clinch in the center of the ring, their chests heaving, muscles straining. Here, size becomes a double-edged sword, with Alyssa using her strength to drive Hunter back, and each inch gained a victory. They wrestle for control, arms locked over each other, foreheads almost touching. Hunter, trapped in a vice grip, unleashes a barrage of short elbows – brutal attacks aimed squarely at Alyssa's taut stomach under her arms, forcing a guttural "Hggggnhh!" to escape Alyssa's lips as the impacts radiate through her torso, momentarily stealing her breath, which is exactly what King wants. But Alyssa retaliates with her own dirty tactics. As the referee momentarily glances away, a sharp knee connects with the blonde’s lower abdomen, just below her navel. The blow catches Hunter by surprise, a gasp escaping her lips as the impact travels upward, tightening her core muscles and momentarily doubling her over into her arms. A pained grunt, "Haaauuugghh!", echoes as she struggles to straighten back up. Moments later, Hunter has recovered enough to suddenly break the clinch with a violent shove, before using the space to unleash a stinging right hook that lands square off Alyssa's left side of her body with a "WHAP!", forcing the brunette to stumble back, winded, her hands instinctively reaching for the point of impact. Later later, the fight explodes into a furious trade of blows, and the round becomes a desperate battle of attrition. Both fighters, battered and bruised, throw everything they have at each other, simultaneously pushing each other back. Hunter’s smaller stature allows her to land more precise shots to the body, with the aim of steadily weakening Alyssa's core and slowing her attacks in the long-run. It’s a welcome reprieve when the bell rings, and both fighters, their chests heaving, stagger back to their corners whilst clutching their sides. They've left it all in the ring, their bodies marked by the brutal exchange of blows. And this round, by a narrow margin, belongs to Hunter.
ROUND 5:
And here comes Hunter, wanting to make a statement, just like last time. She heads straight for Alyssa early, no fear in that more petite frame of hers, first feinting a jab and forcing Alyssa to raise her guard, then changing trajectory and throwing a vicious left hook that BANGS off the bigger girl’s upper ribcage. A choked grunt escapes from Alyssa’s lips as the wave of pain radiates through her side. Lynch, of course, retaliates, stacking her shoulders and letting a right cross riiippp right back, aimed at the jaw. Hunter’s too slow and too close, and this time, the punch finds its mark, connecting squarely with a sickening thud, knocking her own head back, and a flicker of pain crossing her face, momentarily disrupting her rhythm. The crowd erupts, the fight hanging in the balance. Both women are butt hurt, but neither is willing to concede. They continue to trade blows in a whirlwind exchange – a left jab countered with a brutal right hook, each blow landing with dull thuds, and punctuated by grunts of exertion and pain. Hunter, despite taking the worst of the punishment, keeps that left hand up and constantly poking and prodding to distract Alyssa, before she follows up with more powerful right crosses to keep tagging that tummy. After a third shot smacks into her withering ab wall, Alyssa attempts to clinch, but Hunter, anticipating the move, weaves under the arms and delivers an uppercut that catches Alyssa cleanly under the chin instead!! OUCH!! The blow SNAPS Alyssa's head back, with stars momentarily dancing in her eyes! She wobbles backwards, legs betraying the mounting exhaustion. AND HUNTER WANTS BLOOD! She charges in, throwing a flurry after flurry, each connection echoing across the tense arena!
Alyssa shaking the pain off, trying to keep her cool, managing to use her arms to block some of the blows. But Hunter, focused and relentless, smells victory. She ducks under a wild counter hand from Alyssa, before SURGING inwards to drive a swift knee into the space between her ribs! What the f*ck is this, ref?!? Kickboxing 101?? The impact stuns Alyssa momentarily, but she narrowly manages to DODGE a vicious right haymaker as follow-up, before both fighters manage to get into a clinch, and Lynch uses her superior size to deny more blows from landing. Meanwhile, the VIX corner is shouting at the ref to do his job, but he just looks confused, having not seen the illegal blow landing moments prior. At the bell, both girls are once more separated, and Lynch looks in a worst state. Sure, she’s managed to outlast her last performance, but it’s still hella telling that the smaller blonde has gotten her way with her thus far, in a similar, worrying performance against Sidney Sweeney just weeks prior. Hunter knows this as well, stepping back, her chest heaving, but a determined gleam in her eyes. In her corner, Alyssa collapses onto her stool, her hands pressed protectively to her battered midsection. She has no power to deny that the fifth round has gone to her rival by a significant margin!
ROUND 6:
The atmosphere in the arena is like a lightning storm after a deceptive calm. Both fighters emerge from their corners with the ferocity of wounded animals. Alyssa, battered and bruised, moves with the desperation of someone willing the tide to turn. Every step, every breath carries a weight she hadn't carried in earlier rounds. Hunter, seemingly rejuvenated, eyes blazing with a cold fire, knows a single wrong step could undo her hard-earned advantage. The first minute sees Hunter sticking to her counter-punching strategy, throwing feints and dancing around Alyssa's desperate, but powerful swings. A sharp jab here, a hook to the body there – every punch is designed to exploit the Vixen’s growing exhaustion while drawing her into a vulnerable position. Meanwhile, Lynch lunges at luck, trying to land a knockout blow, but her movements are becoming visibly slower, telegraphed. With Hunter in her sights, she throws a wild left hook, in an all-or-nothing gamble. But Hunter slips under, a smirk forming on her lips, before unleashing a vicious right hand to the arms, sending Alyssa stumbling back, momentarily dazed and cursing under her breath. Immediately, King tries to seize the advantage once more, stepping in and unleashing a barrage of punches. A swift left lands high on the chest, jarring her shoulder joint, before a swift right cross chokes into the lower torso, doubling Alyssa over with another choking gasp escaping her lips.
And now, Hunter smells victory. She dances in, poised to deliver the final, crushing blow. But Alyssa seems to have one last desperate card to play. Just as King winds up for a haymaker, the Vixen changes her stance and THROWS a looping right hand of her own! It's a reckless swing, one borne of desperation, and leaving her entirely exposed. And normally, Hunter would have dodged it with ease! But in her eagerness for the knockout, she miscalculates! The punch connects with a brutal THWACK, landing directly on the side of her temple! BOOM! The impact sends shockwaves through her body, and time seems to slow. The shorter blonde immediately stumbles, her vision blurring as her legs buckle beneath her. And with the crowd roaring at their back, DOWN SHE GOES, collapsing heavily to the canvas onto her side, her entire body then sprawling sideways on her back, spreadeagled and numb, muscles refusing to respond! It’s one HECK of a KNOCKDOWN for Alyssa Lynch, who momentarily disbelieving her own outcome, blinks wearily at the sight of King laid out beneath her feet. Then, her own exhaustion melts away, replaced by a primal surge of triumph, as she raises her arms midway and stumbles back to the neutral corner!
The referee is already kneeling beside Hunter, having begun the count! One...two...three... Hunter struggles to move, the world tilting and spinning around her. Her vision doubles, and her body burns with a mixture of pain and exhaustion. She tries to summon her strength, to rise, but her limbs feel like lead, unresponsive to her desperate commands. Four…five…six… The referee's voice echoes like a distant bell. Hunter attempts to roll onto her side, but her muscles scream in protest. Seven...eight...Alyssa, panting heavily, watches from the corner of her eye, a mix of triumph and concern on her face. Ten! The referee waves his arms, signaling the end! It’s OVER!
Official Result: Alyssa Lynch defeats Hunter King via KO6!
AFTER:
The VIX corner surges around Alyssa. They lift her onto their shoulders, chanting her name in a chorus of triumph. Alyssa, exhausted but victorious, throws her head back and laughs, savoring the moment. For all the pain, for all the bitter rivalry, this is what she has been fighting for.\
Flashbulbs explode as the press swarms the ring, capturing every raw moment. The promoter, a whirlwind of energy amidst the chaos, steps to the microphone, his booming voice echoing through the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen, a knockout in the sixth round! Your winner, by knockout... Alyssa Lynch!".
The scene shifts to the other side of the ring. The Knockout Babes corner huddles around Hunter, who sits slumped on a stool. Her face is a mask of pain, the bruise blossoming on her temple a stark reminder of the brutal blow that ended the fight. Medics hover around her, voices low, checking her responses and vitals. Concerned whispers ripple through the crowd. Hunter's gaze is vacant, staring at some intangible point beyond the ring's ropes. While not seriously injured, the blow has temporarily scrambled her senses. Defeat gnaws at her, a bitter taste in her mouth.
However, Alyssa’s not done making her victory felt, through and through. The Vixen cuts short her celebration and marches directly towards Hunter, who’s still seated upon her stool, surrounded by concerned teammates and medics. Their attempts to stop her go unheeded, as she grabs Hunter by the side of her hair and yanks her roughly to her feet. Gasps ripple through the crowd, and a pained yelp escapes Hunter's lips as her head jerks back, the bruise on her temple pulsing angrily.
"You thought you could take my win from me, huh, Princess?" Alyssa snarls. "Look at you now. Just a pretender on the canvas." Ignoring the protests, she hauls her by the hair towards the center of the ring, dragging her like a piece of stubborn luggage. Hunter, disoriented and weakened, stumbles, desperately scrambling to find her footing.
Then, with a vicious shove, she forces Hunter to kneel. Next, she drops to her knees, mirroring her position. Then, with a defiant fire in her eyes, she reaches out and rips the gloves from her own hands. The leather lands on the canvas with a defiant thud. “Ready to be ridden, Princess?" Without hesitation, she grabs Hunter's wrists and, with surprising strength, tears the gloves from her opponent's hands. There is a calculated brutality to her actions; this is not just stripping a defeated opponent of their gear.
Alyssa stands, a conquering warrior surveying her spoils. She grabs the custom saddle from the ringside, her eyes still locked on Hunter. The leather gleams under the spotlight, a sinister promise of things to come. Then, with a practiced motion, she flips the saddle over Hunter's slumped shoulders, the straps and buckles falling against her bare skin. The victorious Vixen moves with an odd efficiency, a focus born out of revenge. Kneeling behind Hunter, she cinches the straps around her torso, pulling them tight. Through the process, Hunter winces, a spark of awareness returning to her eyes. There's a flicker of defiance, a desperate attempt to rise, but the saddle and the lingering effects of the knockout hold her in place.
"Don't struggle, Princess. No one's going to save you now," Alyssa hisses, pulling another strap tightly across Hunter's upper chest, effectively immobilizing her arms against her sides. "You can fight the saddle, but it'll just make it hurt more. The smart thing to do is submit. You're going to get a very intimate tour of this ring… very soon."
The girth strap is the final piece. Alyssa pulls it tight around Hunter's middle, effectively locking the saddle in place. Hunter lets out a strangled cry, her body arching in a futile attempt to fight the restriction. "Welcome to your new life, Hunter," Alyssa snarls, her voice a venomous caress. "You talked big, about breaking horses, about making me beg for mercy. It seems the tables have turned. Now it's your turn to wear the saddle, and my turn to crack the whip."
The promoter suddenly rushes into the ring, a microphone clutched in his hand. Before anyone can stop him, he booms, "Ladies and gentlemen, as per the stipulation of the Empress of the Body Saddle match, the winner receives the privilege of a victory ride! We'll have a short intermission to clear the ring, and then the winner, Alyssa Lynch, will show the world why they call her The Untamable!"
Alyssa rises with practiced grace, a cruel smirk twisting her lips. With one final, contemptuous glance at the struggling Hunter, she swings a leg over the saddle, effectively mounting her rival in a degrading display of dominance. Hunter lets out a choked gasp, her body tensing in a desperate but futile attempt to buck her off. Ignoring the protests and the growing unease in the crowd, Alyssa reaches down and grabs a fistful of Hunter's hair, using it as makeshift reins.
A slow, cruel smile spreads across Alyssa's face. "Ready to crawl, Princess?" she taunts, her voice dripping with sadistic amusement. With a sharp tug on the makeshift reins, she urges Hunter forward. Stumbling and unbalanced, forced to crawl on her hands and knees, the blonde is left with no choice but to obey.
But as King circles the ring, she’s cruelly reminded about the last time she faced off against Alyssa. The memory of her own victory lap comes haunting back to her with every sharp tug on her hair and Alyssa’s hisses, And deep down, she vows that this defeat won’t be the end of their storied rivalry.
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
Alyssa:
(28, 5’7, 120, 68:30 FCBA, VIXENs)
Hunter:
(31, 5’5, 21:10 Knockout Babes)
BEFORE:
Camera flashes flicker as Alyssa Lynch enters the press hall first, flanked by the imposing figures of her fellow Vixens, including Nell Tiger Free and Luisana Lopilato. Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, she moves with the practiced confidence of a seasoned fighter, yet the tension around her mouth betrays a simmering intensity.
Her opponent for tonight, Hunter King, strolls in moments later, her own Knockout Babes teammates trailing behind her. A bold, patterned tracksuit showcases her lean yet powerful frame. An easy smile graces her lips, but her eyes, when they settle on Alyssa, hold a glint of steel.
The promoter, a slick-haired master of hype, takes the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen," he booms, "we're here for one reason and one reason only. Rematch fever! Alyssa Lynch and Hunter King, back in the arena for the most anticipated fight of the year!" Applause ripples through the crowd. The promoter gestures towards Alyssa. "Tell us, Alyssa – the last fight didn't go your way. What's different this time?"
The ice in Alyssa's voice could chill the early summer air. "Don't get fixated on her wins," she says. "I'm not making the same mistake twice. Hunter won a battle, not a war."
Hunter leans into the microphone, her grin widening. "I like the sound of that, Alyssa. You finally admitting it's a real win?" Her voice is light, but the barb strikes home. A flicker of fury crosses Alyssa's face before she regains control.
"Hunter, you're a counter-puncher, reliant on your opponent's mistakes," Alyssa counters. "You're good, but are you good enough to withstand a full-frontal assault?"
"You tell me, Alyssa," Hunter retorts, her smile faltering ever so slightly. "Seems you couldn't manage it last time." A ripple of excited gasps runs through the crowd. This isn't your average pre-fight hype; this is raw, personal, and it's getting heated.
The promoter jumps in, sensing the potential for a viral moment. "Ladies, ladies, save the fireworks for the ring! But tell me, what's at stake here? And let's not forget, the loser takes a ride this time too!"
Alyssa flushes, the memory of the Body Saddle humiliation burning in her cheeks. Hunter's gaze fixates on the blush, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "Don't worry, Alyssa," she purrs, "I always break my horses in gently. Though, a wild ride might be more fitting after the way you've been talking."
The crowd erupts, the seed of humiliation planted deeper in Alyssa's mind. "This isn't just about revenge," Alyssa grits out. "It's about my next shot at the Empress of the Body Saddle, a title I should rightfully hold. And it's about proving you'll always be beneath me."
"And you think beating me puts you on that path?" Hunter's voice drips with playful disdain. "Maybe you need a reminder of your place."
"Try me, and find out."
A reporter, sensing the perfect opportunity, cuts in, "Ladies, there are rumors about an altercation outside the ring. Care to comment?"
Alyssa's nostrils flare with barely contained anger. "Rumors are just that – rumors. If Hunter wants to brawl in some back alley, she can find someone else. I'm here for the fight, nothing else."
Hunter raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Oh, so it did happen? I was almost starting to think you were all talk, Alyssa. Too bad you didn't show this much spirit in the ring last time."
"I'll show you spirit," Alyssa hisses, taking a threatening step forward. The VIXENs shift, ready to intervene if needed.
"Bring it on then," Hunter taunts, matching her stance. "Or are you scared I'll break those manicured nails before the Empress gets the chance?"
Alyssa lunges, a flash of fury in her eyes. Hunter, caught off guard for a moment, recovers quickly and meets her blow for blow. Their practiced movements turn into a brutal dance of aggression. A wild right hook is thrown to the wind, but Hunter ducks under it, countering with a sharp jab to the ribs. The crowd gasps as Alyssa stumbles back, momentarily stunned. But she's a seasoned fighter, she roars and lunges back in, grappling with Hunter, and throwing the smaller blonde against the podium with a force that sends a tremor through the stage. The microphone crashes to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
The crowd roars with a mix of excitement and shock. This wasn't a staged shoving match; this was a real brawl, a glimpse into the raw hatred simmering beneath the surface. And it clearly isn’t over! Blood streaks down Alyssa’s temple from a cut caused by the microphone stand as she tries to rush Hunter down, but the security guards have already gotten in between both fighters. "You think you won? This isn't over, Hunter! I'll leave you broken, sprawled on that mat, begging for mercy. And when I do, the entire world will watch as I claim my rightful place on your back!" Alyssa screams as she’s herded away.
While Hunter, also being held back by her teammates and security, spits a retort, laced with venom. "Just try it, Lynch. You couldn't dominate me in the ring last time, what makes you think you can handle me on the saddle? This time, you'll be the one begging for mercy, whimpering like a dog as I ride you into oblivion!"
The promoter, despite the ruined press conference, wears a sly smirk. He knows, despite the danger, this has just sold the fight ten times over. He raises his hands, addressing the room as the media scrambles for their equipment.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that was...unexpected! But let me assure you, the main event will be even more explosive. Get your tickets now!"
When fight night arrives, the arena is packed to the rafters. The air thrums with anticipation, tinged with the lingering memory of the press conference brawl. A hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim. Alyssa enters first, wearing a midnight blue sports bra and matching shorts. Her signature raven hair is pulled back in a tight braid. With practiced ease, she steps into the ring. The harsh lights accentuate the defined muscles of her shoulders and back. She paces the ring, shadowboxing.
Next, Hunter emerges. She's in a vibrant crimson two-piece, the color echoing her confidence. Her shorter, blonde hair is styled in a series of messy braids. She moves with a relaxed swagger, almost a playful bounce to her step. Her Knockout Babes team surrounds her, mirroring her vibrant energy. As she enters the ring, the height difference becomes startlingly clear. Hunter looks almost petite beside the more powerful Alyssa. Yet, Hunter's lean frame hides deceptive agility and strength. She takes her place opposite Alyssa, her smirk widening into a cocky grin.
Beside the ring, of course, bathed in a single spotlight, rests the symbol of their bitter feud. The VIX custom body saddle, crafted from supple leather and adorned with sparkling diamonds, sits silently by the ring apron. It gleams in the ring's spotlight, a potent reminder of the humiliation and dominance promised to the loser tonight.
Without further ado, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action! This here’s a Body Saddle bout rematch!
ROUND 1:
The opening bell jolts the fighters into action, and Alyssa storms out of her corner. This is a woman powered by pure aggression, and her punches carve their way through the air, every blow aimed with bone-jarring power, intending to hurt. Hunter, initially surprised by the ferocity, doesn't freeze completely. She pivots on her feet, using her agility to evade the most brutal attacks, and manages to land a few counters of her own - a sharp jab to Alyssa’s body, a glancing right hook to the cheek there - but they're not enough to slow the Vixen’s rage. Alyssa presses her advantage, a flurry of heavy hooks and uppercuts soon forcing Hunter’s back into the ropes. STILL Lynch doesn’t let up, relentless assault, forcing the smaller girl to cover up and duck and keep moving. By the middle of the round, Hunter's normally playful energy is tinged with desperation. Alyssa senses it, and keeps up the pressure even more: she lands a brutal body blow that sends Hunter reeling backwards, then a right hook connects flush with the side of the head, jolting her to the side. And before Hunter can recover, more jabs pester her to the face. And just when she thought it was over, Alyssa cuts off the angle of her escape, before landing a powerful left cross to the arms that sends Hunter staggering back. The Vixen deftly steps forward with her left leg, effectively blocking her right leg from shooting out and escaping. and trapping her between her own body and the ropes. Then come the body blows: a left-right combo digs into her body, eliciting a sharp gasp and a momentary hunch. Alyssa follows up with a right hook that spanks off the obliques, forcing a grunt from her lips. The attack continues, a piston-like rhythm of punches targeting Hunter's core, and she winces with every blow, her body visibly tensing. She tries to bring her own forearms down to block, but Alyssa maintains a higher position, raining down blows with a relentless ferocity. Just as the referee seems on the verge of stepping in in the very first round, the bell rings, a merciful end to the torment! Alyssa glares at her opponent, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat highlighting the raw power of her body. She really meant business there, and wasn’t afraid to show it! And when the scorecards raised, the decision is unanimous: the first round goes to Lynch, her dominance undeniable!
ROUND 2:
Round two begins and Hunter, her pride wounded but survival instincts kicking in, bursts out of her corner, aiming to bank on her speed and agility to get things done. And now, it's Alyssa's turn to be caught off guard, as Hunter dances and feints, her movements impossibly fluid, each step a deliberate distraction. Alyssa tries to regain control of the pace, but a quick jab to her face lands on her cheek, forcing her head back. Hunter follows through, weaving in and out, before another quick left hook slams into the side of the ribs, before she dances away from the inevitable retaliation. Hunter transforms into her true form – the counter-puncher. She reads Alyssa's aggression, anticipating her punches. Then, with split-second timing, she slips and dodges each one, leaving the bigger girl swinging wildly at air.
And Alyssa, frustrated by the missed strikes, gets reckless. Each missed punch leaves her momentarily open and vulnerable, taking a quick one-two to the face, a sharp left hook that grazes the chin, another precise jab that rattles her teeth with a groan. Hunter’s using her smaller size to her advantage, finding openings to exploit before slipping back out of reach with unnerving grace. Later in the round, another counter left hook connects firmly on Alyssa's upper arm, jarring her shoulder joint, spinning her slightly sideways and exposing her vulnerable side. It’s an opportunity to good to pass up: she dips low and POWERS a right cross to the center of Alyssa's body, sending a shockwave through her frame. Alyssa grunts, stepping back, momentarily winded, and instinctively hunches her body to protect the injured area. The bell rings soon after, truly a merciful sound for the Vixen, who trudges back to her corner, her once-powerful frame seeming visibly diminished. The change in fortunes is most shocking; the hunter has become the hunted, and this round, undoubtedly, belongs to the King.
ROUND 3:
The bell clangs, ushering in the third. Both fighters emerge from their corners, faces etched with determination and a growing sense of urgency. The first minute explodes in a furious exchange. Jabs fly, punches connect with sickening thuds all over. Hunter sends a flurry to the arms and body, each blow met with a pained growl from her opponent. But Alyssa, in turn, counters with a thunderous right hook that snaps the blonde’s head back. Hunter's initial burst of speed can't be maintained though, and her opponent’s size and strength start to tell. While Hunter lands a few impressive jabs cleanly, particularly a well-timed left hand that bloodies the nose early, Alyssa's punches carry more devastating weight. A brutal uppercut sends a jolt through Hunter's upper body, momentarily numbing her fingers after it connected with her arms, and every time they exchange blows, Hunter takes a visible step back, wincing, her movements becoming slightly more labored. Despite the fatigue, her spirit hasn't been extinguished. She uses her agility to slip under a wild swing from Alyssa, then retaliates with a sharp right cross that catches Alyssa squarely on her cheek. But Alyssa throws punches in bunches, some blocked, others landing with dull thuds off Hunter's ribs and stomach, even with Hunter desperately trying to weave and bob. Soon, the smaller fighter gets cornered near the ropes, and Lynch seizes the chance, quickly stepping in and ROCKING her frame with a series of heavy hooks and swings, no doubt targeting her midsection. Hunter does manage to block a few with her lowered forearms, gritting her teeth through the pain, but the force of the onslaught keeps her pinned against the ropes, leaving her with little space to maneuver. Despite the pressure, Hunter's fighting spirit remains. All of a sudden, she spins under a wild right and lands a quick left hook on Alyssa's jaw. It lacks power, but the connection is solid, sending a frustrated grunt through the Vixen’s face. And thankfully, the bell rings soon after, and the fight referee steps in, herding both girls away in opposite directions. Both fighters, battered and bruised, stumble back to their corners. Alyssa, clearly exhausted but dominant, gulps in air, while Hunter, visibly hurting, looks at her corner with a defiant glint in her eyes.
ROUND 4:
Both fighters, weary but unbroken, step forward once more with gritted teeth. It’s a brutal exchange of leather as they clash in a tight clinch in the center of the ring, their chests heaving, muscles straining. Here, size becomes a double-edged sword, with Alyssa using her strength to drive Hunter back, and each inch gained a victory. They wrestle for control, arms locked over each other, foreheads almost touching. Hunter, trapped in a vice grip, unleashes a barrage of short elbows – brutal attacks aimed squarely at Alyssa's taut stomach under her arms, forcing a guttural "Hggggnhh!" to escape Alyssa's lips as the impacts radiate through her torso, momentarily stealing her breath, which is exactly what King wants. But Alyssa retaliates with her own dirty tactics. As the referee momentarily glances away, a sharp knee connects with the blonde’s lower abdomen, just below her navel. The blow catches Hunter by surprise, a gasp escaping her lips as the impact travels upward, tightening her core muscles and momentarily doubling her over into her arms. A pained grunt, "Haaauuugghh!", echoes as she struggles to straighten back up. Moments later, Hunter has recovered enough to suddenly break the clinch with a violent shove, before using the space to unleash a stinging right hook that lands square off Alyssa's left side of her body with a "WHAP!", forcing the brunette to stumble back, winded, her hands instinctively reaching for the point of impact. Later later, the fight explodes into a furious trade of blows, and the round becomes a desperate battle of attrition. Both fighters, battered and bruised, throw everything they have at each other, simultaneously pushing each other back. Hunter’s smaller stature allows her to land more precise shots to the body, with the aim of steadily weakening Alyssa's core and slowing her attacks in the long-run. It’s a welcome reprieve when the bell rings, and both fighters, their chests heaving, stagger back to their corners whilst clutching their sides. They've left it all in the ring, their bodies marked by the brutal exchange of blows. And this round, by a narrow margin, belongs to Hunter.
ROUND 5:
And here comes Hunter, wanting to make a statement, just like last time. She heads straight for Alyssa early, no fear in that more petite frame of hers, first feinting a jab and forcing Alyssa to raise her guard, then changing trajectory and throwing a vicious left hook that BANGS off the bigger girl’s upper ribcage. A choked grunt escapes from Alyssa’s lips as the wave of pain radiates through her side. Lynch, of course, retaliates, stacking her shoulders and letting a right cross riiippp right back, aimed at the jaw. Hunter’s too slow and too close, and this time, the punch finds its mark, connecting squarely with a sickening thud, knocking her own head back, and a flicker of pain crossing her face, momentarily disrupting her rhythm. The crowd erupts, the fight hanging in the balance. Both women are butt hurt, but neither is willing to concede. They continue to trade blows in a whirlwind exchange – a left jab countered with a brutal right hook, each blow landing with dull thuds, and punctuated by grunts of exertion and pain. Hunter, despite taking the worst of the punishment, keeps that left hand up and constantly poking and prodding to distract Alyssa, before she follows up with more powerful right crosses to keep tagging that tummy. After a third shot smacks into her withering ab wall, Alyssa attempts to clinch, but Hunter, anticipating the move, weaves under the arms and delivers an uppercut that catches Alyssa cleanly under the chin instead!! OUCH!! The blow SNAPS Alyssa's head back, with stars momentarily dancing in her eyes! She wobbles backwards, legs betraying the mounting exhaustion. AND HUNTER WANTS BLOOD! She charges in, throwing a flurry after flurry, each connection echoing across the tense arena!
Alyssa shaking the pain off, trying to keep her cool, managing to use her arms to block some of the blows. But Hunter, focused and relentless, smells victory. She ducks under a wild counter hand from Alyssa, before SURGING inwards to drive a swift knee into the space between her ribs! What the f*ck is this, ref?!? Kickboxing 101?? The impact stuns Alyssa momentarily, but she narrowly manages to DODGE a vicious right haymaker as follow-up, before both fighters manage to get into a clinch, and Lynch uses her superior size to deny more blows from landing. Meanwhile, the VIX corner is shouting at the ref to do his job, but he just looks confused, having not seen the illegal blow landing moments prior. At the bell, both girls are once more separated, and Lynch looks in a worst state. Sure, she’s managed to outlast her last performance, but it’s still hella telling that the smaller blonde has gotten her way with her thus far, in a similar, worrying performance against Sidney Sweeney just weeks prior. Hunter knows this as well, stepping back, her chest heaving, but a determined gleam in her eyes. In her corner, Alyssa collapses onto her stool, her hands pressed protectively to her battered midsection. She has no power to deny that the fifth round has gone to her rival by a significant margin!
ROUND 6:
The atmosphere in the arena is like a lightning storm after a deceptive calm. Both fighters emerge from their corners with the ferocity of wounded animals. Alyssa, battered and bruised, moves with the desperation of someone willing the tide to turn. Every step, every breath carries a weight she hadn't carried in earlier rounds. Hunter, seemingly rejuvenated, eyes blazing with a cold fire, knows a single wrong step could undo her hard-earned advantage. The first minute sees Hunter sticking to her counter-punching strategy, throwing feints and dancing around Alyssa's desperate, but powerful swings. A sharp jab here, a hook to the body there – every punch is designed to exploit the Vixen’s growing exhaustion while drawing her into a vulnerable position. Meanwhile, Lynch lunges at luck, trying to land a knockout blow, but her movements are becoming visibly slower, telegraphed. With Hunter in her sights, she throws a wild left hook, in an all-or-nothing gamble. But Hunter slips under, a smirk forming on her lips, before unleashing a vicious right hand to the arms, sending Alyssa stumbling back, momentarily dazed and cursing under her breath. Immediately, King tries to seize the advantage once more, stepping in and unleashing a barrage of punches. A swift left lands high on the chest, jarring her shoulder joint, before a swift right cross chokes into the lower torso, doubling Alyssa over with another choking gasp escaping her lips.
And now, Hunter smells victory. She dances in, poised to deliver the final, crushing blow. But Alyssa seems to have one last desperate card to play. Just as King winds up for a haymaker, the Vixen changes her stance and THROWS a looping right hand of her own! It's a reckless swing, one borne of desperation, and leaving her entirely exposed. And normally, Hunter would have dodged it with ease! But in her eagerness for the knockout, she miscalculates! The punch connects with a brutal THWACK, landing directly on the side of her temple! BOOM! The impact sends shockwaves through her body, and time seems to slow. The shorter blonde immediately stumbles, her vision blurring as her legs buckle beneath her. And with the crowd roaring at their back, DOWN SHE GOES, collapsing heavily to the canvas onto her side, her entire body then sprawling sideways on her back, spreadeagled and numb, muscles refusing to respond! It’s one HECK of a KNOCKDOWN for Alyssa Lynch, who momentarily disbelieving her own outcome, blinks wearily at the sight of King laid out beneath her feet. Then, her own exhaustion melts away, replaced by a primal surge of triumph, as she raises her arms midway and stumbles back to the neutral corner!
The referee is already kneeling beside Hunter, having begun the count! One...two...three... Hunter struggles to move, the world tilting and spinning around her. Her vision doubles, and her body burns with a mixture of pain and exhaustion. She tries to summon her strength, to rise, but her limbs feel like lead, unresponsive to her desperate commands. Four…five…six… The referee's voice echoes like a distant bell. Hunter attempts to roll onto her side, but her muscles scream in protest. Seven...eight...Alyssa, panting heavily, watches from the corner of her eye, a mix of triumph and concern on her face. Ten! The referee waves his arms, signaling the end! It’s OVER!
Official Result: Alyssa Lynch defeats Hunter King via KO6!
AFTER:
The VIX corner surges around Alyssa. They lift her onto their shoulders, chanting her name in a chorus of triumph. Alyssa, exhausted but victorious, throws her head back and laughs, savoring the moment. For all the pain, for all the bitter rivalry, this is what she has been fighting for.\
Flashbulbs explode as the press swarms the ring, capturing every raw moment. The promoter, a whirlwind of energy amidst the chaos, steps to the microphone, his booming voice echoing through the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen, a knockout in the sixth round! Your winner, by knockout... Alyssa Lynch!".
The scene shifts to the other side of the ring. The Knockout Babes corner huddles around Hunter, who sits slumped on a stool. Her face is a mask of pain, the bruise blossoming on her temple a stark reminder of the brutal blow that ended the fight. Medics hover around her, voices low, checking her responses and vitals. Concerned whispers ripple through the crowd. Hunter's gaze is vacant, staring at some intangible point beyond the ring's ropes. While not seriously injured, the blow has temporarily scrambled her senses. Defeat gnaws at her, a bitter taste in her mouth.
However, Alyssa’s not done making her victory felt, through and through. The Vixen cuts short her celebration and marches directly towards Hunter, who’s still seated upon her stool, surrounded by concerned teammates and medics. Their attempts to stop her go unheeded, as she grabs Hunter by the side of her hair and yanks her roughly to her feet. Gasps ripple through the crowd, and a pained yelp escapes Hunter's lips as her head jerks back, the bruise on her temple pulsing angrily.
"You thought you could take my win from me, huh, Princess?" Alyssa snarls. "Look at you now. Just a pretender on the canvas." Ignoring the protests, she hauls her by the hair towards the center of the ring, dragging her like a piece of stubborn luggage. Hunter, disoriented and weakened, stumbles, desperately scrambling to find her footing.
Then, with a vicious shove, she forces Hunter to kneel. Next, she drops to her knees, mirroring her position. Then, with a defiant fire in her eyes, she reaches out and rips the gloves from her own hands. The leather lands on the canvas with a defiant thud. “Ready to be ridden, Princess?" Without hesitation, she grabs Hunter's wrists and, with surprising strength, tears the gloves from her opponent's hands. There is a calculated brutality to her actions; this is not just stripping a defeated opponent of their gear.
Alyssa stands, a conquering warrior surveying her spoils. She grabs the custom saddle from the ringside, her eyes still locked on Hunter. The leather gleams under the spotlight, a sinister promise of things to come. Then, with a practiced motion, she flips the saddle over Hunter's slumped shoulders, the straps and buckles falling against her bare skin. The victorious Vixen moves with an odd efficiency, a focus born out of revenge. Kneeling behind Hunter, she cinches the straps around her torso, pulling them tight. Through the process, Hunter winces, a spark of awareness returning to her eyes. There's a flicker of defiance, a desperate attempt to rise, but the saddle and the lingering effects of the knockout hold her in place.
"Don't struggle, Princess. No one's going to save you now," Alyssa hisses, pulling another strap tightly across Hunter's upper chest, effectively immobilizing her arms against her sides. "You can fight the saddle, but it'll just make it hurt more. The smart thing to do is submit. You're going to get a very intimate tour of this ring… very soon."
The girth strap is the final piece. Alyssa pulls it tight around Hunter's middle, effectively locking the saddle in place. Hunter lets out a strangled cry, her body arching in a futile attempt to fight the restriction. "Welcome to your new life, Hunter," Alyssa snarls, her voice a venomous caress. "You talked big, about breaking horses, about making me beg for mercy. It seems the tables have turned. Now it's your turn to wear the saddle, and my turn to crack the whip."
The promoter suddenly rushes into the ring, a microphone clutched in his hand. Before anyone can stop him, he booms, "Ladies and gentlemen, as per the stipulation of the Empress of the Body Saddle match, the winner receives the privilege of a victory ride! We'll have a short intermission to clear the ring, and then the winner, Alyssa Lynch, will show the world why they call her The Untamable!"
Alyssa rises with practiced grace, a cruel smirk twisting her lips. With one final, contemptuous glance at the struggling Hunter, she swings a leg over the saddle, effectively mounting her rival in a degrading display of dominance. Hunter lets out a choked gasp, her body tensing in a desperate but futile attempt to buck her off. Ignoring the protests and the growing unease in the crowd, Alyssa reaches down and grabs a fistful of Hunter's hair, using it as makeshift reins.
A slow, cruel smile spreads across Alyssa's face. "Ready to crawl, Princess?" she taunts, her voice dripping with sadistic amusement. With a sharp tug on the makeshift reins, she urges Hunter forward. Stumbling and unbalanced, forced to crawl on her hands and knees, the blonde is left with no choice but to obey.
But as King circles the ring, she’s cruelly reminded about the last time she faced off against Alyssa. The memory of her own victory lap comes haunting back to her with every sharp tug on her hair and Alyssa’s hisses, And deep down, she vows that this defeat won’t be the end of their storied rivalry.