Amanda Righetti versus Sabrina Lynn (Welterweight Title)

FCBA Welterweight Title

AMANDA RIGHETTI (Welterweight Champion) (38 y/o, 5 ft 8, W: 118, L: 32) vs SABRINA LYNN (24 y/o, 5 ft 10, W: 9, L: 3)

Results: Lookout!, Writing: Bonzo

Before: Sabrina Lynn‘s a young, curvy American internet personality/model. Sabrina‘s fit, volupteous athleticism‘s made plenty of splash at welter – Tractorpull Magazine‘s already called her “one to watch“ recently – but she‘s also run into a couple of brick walls by the names of Tahnee Atkinson and Iskra Lawrence (“a middleweight beast, twice my size...totally unfair!“, Sabrina quips). Despite the setbacks, she‘s all but ready to crown herself the *new* redhead queen of the big girls:

“It‘s a huge friggin‘ opportunity,“ Sabrina admits of the unexpected title shot against all-time great Righetti. “And trust me – I‘m going to take it! I‘m bringin‘ so much energy, dynamism and youthful power into the ring – I‘m ready to overwhelm Amanda with everything I got, and it‘s going to sweeeeeeep her feet right off the canvas, and the title‘s all miiiinnnne!“

Amanda Righetti – two defenses into her seventh title run at welter, unbeaten for thirteen fights, her second all-time best streak – certainly welcomes Sabrina‘s optimistic challenge:

“Plenty of big young guns snappin‘ at my heels, like Sabrina, like Iskra – I love it!“, Amanda smiles. “I can see the confidence, the cockiness in Sabrina‘s eyes – she‘ll throw all her haymakers at my chin, but it just won‘t be enough! There‘s still plenty of fighters‘ hearts I intend to break before I even think about passing the torch to a next generation – it‘s lights out for Sabs, sorry!“


 




Fight: R1: Sabrina Lynn‘s big in a strong, plump, jugs-out physical way – more of a fit redhead slugger à la Kelly Brook than a lanky Karen Gillan, or an athletic Cassidy Freeman. Lynn‘s fighting it aggressive from the get-go, hurtling a long haymaker across Righetti‘s hairline, choppin‘, stompin‘ in pursuit of the champ, as Amanda forms earmuff, slides back, negotiating Sabrina‘s heavy onslaught, jabbing over Lynn‘s right shoulder, blocking shots. Slip, Righetti – short left-hand chop across the jugs! Heavy, withering shot sends a grimace across Sabrina‘s smilin‘, motivated face early – but she‘s here to be wild, fearless! Righetti‘s calm, steady, peeking out behind her guard, keeping dukes at temple, as Sabrina‘s going all-in – redhead challenger wants to get on top, smoke Righetti some thick-ish, heavy left & right uppercuts across the flank/rib/jug! ‘Manda‘s startled by Lynn‘s ferocious body shots, stepping out, but screening her foe with rat-a-tat jabs to make her pay for the aggression/guts. Amanda‘s quick dip sets up an ultra-short lefty uppercut to Lynn‘s chin – SHE‘S GOT HER! Sabrina‘s loose, stomping away glassy-eyed, as big legs try to absorb the sock n‘ shock – she‘s huuuuuuurt, as Righetti takes over!

Second, third minute – Righetti‘s pushin‘ her way on top in relentless fashion, dominatin‘ Sabrina‘s body/torso with power shots, physical athleticism.

Lynn‘s guard‘s a little open, always looking for counter gaps – gets fed Righetti‘s short, shrug uppies out of the scrum instead! Sabrina‘s eyes get out of focus on repeated impact, as tremors move through those thick, wondrous legs – Righetti reaches under redhead‘s arms, muscles her girl up against the ropes, as Lynn‘s blinkin‘ fast, her legs/torso just a lil‘ loose! Sabrina‘s aggression‘s slowly put into a doze, as Amanda‘s woman-handling her at the ropes/corners – elbows/forearms put Lynn into position, as left hands, right hands tap, thump, clobber at Sabrina‘s prime physical assets.

Bell – Righetti pushes off in big-girl fashion on Lynn‘s loose frame, leaving her foe gaspin‘, legs a-sputtering, still a little glassy-eyed, as Amanda‘s introducing her to true big-girl power!

R2: Sabrina‘s calmed on return to ring, as redhead‘s bull-strong legs quickly prove mettle in recovery, and technical instincts/learning kicks in at last, realizing her guns-out-a-blazin‘ attacks won‘t be enough to survive Righetti‘s slickness! No more free-for-all haymakers, as Lynn‘s gamely trying to establish a stiff, orderly jab at Amanda‘s mouth/eyebrow! Girls feeding each other the tall jabs, stepping in/out, weaving under, spitting out double, triple jabs at a distance – this time, Righetti‘s the fighter stepping inside early, simply trying to get her body on top of Lynn‘s curvy frame, test that luscious beauty‘s stamina/resilience in close inspection. About a minute inside, girls constantly lay against each other – thumpin‘ shots to lats/ribs, as short uppercuts jolt to opposite jawlines up top! Lynn‘s eyes wide/happy, really feeling it, as this is the kind of battle she wants to fight – but she‘s mostly takin‘ shots, her head jerking back a little from Righetti‘s more precise inside shrug-shots, as challenger‘s knees soften just a bit again, proving her malleable to ‘Manda‘s sledgehammer!

Mid-round scene: Righetti‘s a-cruisin‘, just routining her girl – she‘s shelling her from the distance, then slowly jabbing/weaving close, bodying up, driving her back, searching for Sabrina‘s chin on the inside. From the ropes, Lynn fades, feints a jab, lays the lefty wide hook up top Righetti‘s hairline – AND DRIVES THE RIGHT HAND BEHIND IT! Scrumptious shot grazes a good part of Amanda‘s temple/ear, shaking her up, as torso tilts right, legs soften, eyes go wide – she‘s hurt, baby-stepping away!

Sabrina‘s eyes dazzle, lighten up – she‘s quickly out of her corner, throwing a fury of jabs to Righetti‘s mouth, as champ‘s stepping out in hasty, alarmed baby-steps! Righetti re-groups, forming earmuff, sliding out alongside the ropes, finding her legs – Sabrina‘s stalking her, throwing hooks/crosses, sluggin‘, hurtlin‘ the haymaker again. Lynn‘s action‘s not precise, but effective in a brutal, primitive fashion – she‘s got Righetti stepping back for the remainder of round, as hungry challenger‘s stealing a close round from the champ, appearing on the scorecards!

“Get your head into this fight, ‘Manda,“ her corner says. “Girl‘s a little rough n‘ tumble, but she‘s a got a big-girl punch all right – so stay alert, Rigs!“

R3: Lynn‘s optimistic, effervescent, startin‘ to swing ‘em again – this time, she‘s got Righetti‘s respect. Amanda‘s slide-back counters no longer as effective as in first round, as taggin‘, hurtlin‘ haymakers/uppercuts got her spooked, cautious – Righetti‘s passiveness allows Sabrina to work. Lots of wild choo-choo jabs to the champ‘s head/jugs – and Lynn triggers the right hands! Righetti‘s slow, staggered, not moving out in time – Lynn‘s able to *smite* her lefts, rights across Amanda‘s head/shoulders, really pump-driving her foe out of firm stance/hold. Righetti‘s face in her gloves, leaning her head away, when Lynn‘s smitin‘, attackin‘ - big, *spanking* body shots to rib/flank have Righetti showing grimace/pain. ‘Manda‘s trying to lean out, loose-torso-on-rigid-hips, hoping to catch Sabrina‘s skull a jab, a lefty counter hook – but she‘s always under pressure!

Down the stretch – Lynn‘s upping the jab, tapping it, rocking Amanda.

Righetti‘s covered up earmuff or peek-a-boo, staying on the spot, taking Sabrina‘s best shots – lickin‘ jabs/hook to the face...hard, bouncy right hands off the ear/temple...loud, spanking palm-down right hands to the gut/tummy! Just a slight reel in Righetti‘s leggy march back to her corner at the bell, eyes hard/steely, furious, her teeth bared in a grimace, shaking her head – has Sabrina awoken the beast?

Lots of youthful energy in Lynn‘s corner during break, smiles/pats/come-ons, as Sabrina‘s haymaking vigour‘s taken two rounds from Righetti – “Gotta make her legs look old n‘ slow now, Sabs!“

R4: Right hand, Righetti!

Girls just on a slide back to mid-ring, slowly hopping into range, Sabrina‘s tappin‘ a jab-jab – Righetti unleashes, *cracks* a short-drift blistering right hand on Sabrina‘s chin on first impact! Lynn‘s blinking, punched upright, weight on right (back) leg, eyes a blank stare, hands low – right hand, Righetti! Short, crackling shot upside Sabrina‘s left ear/temple – head swivel, leg buzz, Lynn! Sabrina‘s a stunned beauty, her curvy frame sloshing about loose, pedalling to the ropes hurt, hands up tights around her temple, her eyes in shock – Righetti steps-to, lowers her torso, works Lynn over hard. ‘Manda‘s going for the angles – carving left/rights thud n‘ thump across all of Sabrina‘s luscious jugs/lats/flanks!

Second, third minute: Sabrina‘s energy‘s all but slacked – she‘s a reduced, damped beauty!

Righetti being hard, relentless – stiff, shrug jabs punch Lynn‘s head back in lil‘ jerks, jolt-backs. Vicious forearms/elbows set up Sabrina for punishment on the cornerside, as Amanda‘s roughin‘ her girl up – Lynn‘s proud legs go into a steady, loose buzz, her eyes a panicked flicker, as survival instincts kick in – she‘s falling into clinches, body-ups! Righetti‘s patient, smiling, as Sabrina‘s clingin‘, trying to drive her back with a hip wedge – redhead champ‘s all rigid, hard, resisting, calmly waiting for ref‘s breaks.

Down the stretch – Sabrina‘s hurt, constantly sliding/hopping away from Righetti, but running out of canvas. ‘Manda‘s jab a shrugging weapon – stiff, *explosive* body/head jab combos! Left hook, Righetti – a swift, palms-down hook upside Sabrina‘s jaw, startlin‘, stunnin‘ her! The bell‘s right there just before Amanda can pile it on further – but Sabrina‘s a trembling, confused beauty, suddenly on the verge of defeat after upbeat, title-stealing hunger just the round before!

“Time to put the girl to sleep, Rigs!“, her corner says. “I will“, Righetti nods.

R5: Righetti‘s back being leggy/fast, a stiff n‘ steady jab taking pokes, taps at Sabrina‘s head/jugline – Lynn can‘t get into her stance or hold canvas.

Lots of slide-backs, side-steps, dart-ins, dart-outs, Righetti, as redhead champ‘s setting an aggressive, up-tempo pace – sudden-chop right hand, Amanda to Sabrina‘s chin! Lynn‘s lefty sails out, as champ‘s punch connects with her jaw – Sabrina‘s forced to cover up, as her legs take a jiggle again! Sabrina‘s still wide-legged, still clearly ferocious, but her haymakers can‘t work when she‘s constantly poked/rocked out of her fighting stance – Righetti‘s stepping her jab into Lynn‘s chest with the sweepin, tossin‘ power of a battering ram! Sabrina stumbling left/right/back, her sweaty hair a mess, her once-fiery eyes turning into glassy swoon – she‘s blinking prettily! Lynn‘s dazed, her back-pedals increasingly a hectical totter – can‘t break the tide!

Early second minute – Sabrina‘s butt hits ropes at last!

Righetti a-workin‘, shruggin‘ it – goes hup-hup at Lynn‘s curvy jugs with luscious, carving shots left n‘ right across Sabrina‘s proudest assets! Lynn‘s slumped, trying to protect her head/jugs at the same time – can‘t work! Jabs, left hooks draw Sabrina‘s attention to jug, her torso laying back in a curve across the top rope, opening up her guard – right hand to the ear/temple, Righetti! Right hand to the ear/temple, Righetti! Lynn‘s a tumbling beauty – JACK-KNIFES TO THE FREAKIN‘ CANVAS!

Sabrina‘s face a drowsy blank once she‘s crashing down fast n‘ hard, hitting the ground with a thud in right angle off the ropes, hands straight by her bod, mouth pooled against canvas – Righetti struts past Sabrina‘s still, white, broad-shouldered frame, nods, smiles, knows her foe‘s stopped. No fairy-tale triumph tonight, as Amanda Righetti retains her title, rules welter (and Sabrina) with an iron fist, KO5!

After: Lynn‘s heartbroken, sniveling in hurt, disappointment – girl came (only) for the title, and losing wasn‘t an option for fiery, confident redhead challenger. “The girl‘s got swagger,“ Amanda laughs, a towel draped around her shoulders, looking all sweaty/tuff. “She seems so wild, ineffective at first, but she‘s got above-average power, and a pretty good jab game when she‘s putting in the effort – I really had to put in the work. Once she‘s a little more experienced – I can definitely see her stoppin‘ a Tahnee Atkinson or a Brooklyn Decker type of girl, one of *those* girls, you know?“

Will Righetti look at Iskra Lawrence again, her first choice for this month‘s defense, pundits ask. “Well, let‘s say I‘m intrigued,“ Amanda smiles. “Iskra‘s a true freakin‘ middleweight – not a lot of those around! I mean, I *know* I can handle her beef, her power, obviously – but yeah, it‘s kinda itchin‘ me to prove it and put that biggg-girl to sleep!“

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