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25 December 2020 Amanda Righetti vs Bridget Regan

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OFFICIAL FCBA "SEASON'S BEATINGS" PPV

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on December 25, 2020 at 5:00pm

AMANDA RIGHETTI (37 y/o, 5 ft 8, W: 104, L: 32) vs BRIDGET REGAN (38 y/o, 5 ft 8, W: 32, L: 22)

Results: Lookout!, Writing: Bonzo

Before: Amanda Righetti and Bridget Regan have been close, intense rivals for more than a decade in the welterweight division. Bridget‘s been Amanda‘s biggest, natural threat for many years – yet after a devastating best of seven war across the timespan of ten years that saw three wins (in a row!) for Bridget against four wins for Amanda, tonight will probably mark *the first time* since the well-established Amanda Righetti welcomed Bridgy Regs to the FCBA in a close, ten-round decision thriller all the way back in 2009 (!) that Big Red‘s going to enter as the all-out betting favourite against Bridget Regan, save for the crushing upset – the tides have finally seemed to turn for good in this legendary rivalry! But does that make Bridget a less dangerous opponent for Amanda at all, pundits want to know:

“I guess it should,“ Amanda smirks, letting her toned, sleeveless arms flex a little, stretching her top. “But once we‘re in the ring? I‘m not so sure, guys. Of course, she‘s slower and less powerful now – the Bridgy Regs of old was a sight to behold! – but she‘s also frustrated as hell! That‘s a dangerous look for any welter, I guess. With our history, she‘s probably more motivated than ever to shock me like she‘s done in the past – I don‘t see her beating the likes of Kate Upton or Hannah Ferguson any more, but she *thinks* she can get into *my* head and stop me – and so I need to be focused and ruthless to deny her, just like I‘ve always wanted to!“

Regan‘s happy to accept underdog terms against Big Rigs this time out:

“Well, I will tell you this, guys – someone‘s going to make a fortune betting on me to pound out Amanda, so, good for them!“, she smiles, exuding plenty of her familiar confidence. “Thing is – I‘ve bested Amanda in my friggin‘ prime, guys! That will *never* get out of her head – the humiliation, the beat-downs, the taunts, right? All I need is one right hand, and a jaw to hit – and we‘re back to where we were! Righetti‘s going to feel it again: that dazed and confused look up at all the arena lights, as my triumphant frame‘s standing over her fallen, dethroned body – oh, I‘m so freaking ready to make you taste that feeling again, ‘Manda! Are you, girl?“

“You can‘t blame a girl for remembering past glory, right?“, Amanda shrugs. “We‘ve always known that breaking Bridget‘s competitive spirit was a long-term project. There‘s still some work to be done, but I kinda like where she‘s just about now – bragging, desperate, and headed for a mighty ass-kickin‘!“

Fight night attire: Amanda‘s clad in mauve, flower-print bikini top/bottoms, her auburn hair loose, tied behind her ears, golden boots, golden gloves – Bridget‘s in pitch-black boxing trunks, a pitch-black sports bra, white gloves, white boots, her hair‘s a sporty ponytail.

Fight:R1: Bridget‘s always been a strong, well-built beauty – her frame‘s no longer the same sturdy, brawny wonder of her prime, but she‘s still a leggy, mobile specimen at 38. Girls duly set up up-tempo jabs off the left shoulder, rotating supple and fast, as they step out left, left (clockwise) – Righetti‘s placing tall, orderly jabs upward Bridgy‘s face/forehead, bouncing short, quick attack shots to test Regan‘s alertness, defense. Regan well-placed in various earmuff defense looks, walking back, blocking shots, trying to locate Rigs‘s chest/face via sly counter-jabs. Righetti‘s lured forward by Bridget‘s blocking work, moves in with a supple step still inside the first minute – lays a brawny jab/hard right cross combo off Regan‘s jugs and pate, her crisp, hammering right cross just BELTING to Bridgy‘s chin, jolting her rival out of stance, as sturdy frame‘s punched stiff, buttocks a wobble.

Around the minute mark – Righetti attacking Bridgy Regs‘s bod with force, determination. A series of quick rat-a-tat jabs, right crosses spits off Amanda‘s crouch/stance, setting up the body attack – a long, driving left uppercut to Bridget‘s right tit, followed by a short, brusk, pumping right off breadbasket/core! Regan‘s panicked, taking bends at the knee, staggering off, as pretty face‘s ashen, her leggy steps faltering her to ropes!

But no, Bridgy rolls, rises stiff from low crouch – GAMBLES abruptly on series of long, batting hooks upside Amanda‘s head! Righetti just moving in – takes a hard, stern hook to her temple, another hook upside her right ear/forehead, her mouth opening into a surprised pout, as legs step all out of kilter! Regan snarlin‘, attackin‘ right away – a short step out gets her drifting left/right, left/right hooks blasting off Righetti‘s tummy/jugs, folding the redhead into a brawny crouch, her mitts at temple, giving up precious tummy meat! Righetti‘s sliding out hurt, earmuffed, trying to right her legs, knees again – Bridgy‘s being fast, so brusque in her pursuit, buffeting Amanda‘s brawny frame, really laying into shots that just bounce impressively off Righetti‘s guard/shoulders/skull, as redhead‘s in hunkers.

Down the stretch – Righetti‘s clinching around Bridgy‘s flanks/hips, stopping the leggy, mobile stalks/pivots. Regan‘s upbeat, grinning throughout final seconds, as she‘s taking her right arm around Amanda‘s head, pulling her down, throwing smoldering looks at ref to break up redhead‘s clinch games – pundits get nervous, bum shuffling on their seats, as Bridgy steals the opening round for a rout!

R2: Righetti adjusts – her gun-platform stance, clockwise pivots, and strong, brawny jabs pump, jolt off the left shoulder to dictate range, tempo in textbook fashion. Regan‘s duly forced into earmuffs, back-pedals early – Righetti‘s shelling output‘s just too strong n‘ steady. Amanda‘s working via the jab, setting up to lean into heavy, kicking right hands across Bridgy‘s guard/jawline, ricocheting shots off Regan‘s neck/shoulders. Bridgy sturdy, moving her frame well, defending head, chin– some tasty body hooks get back to Righetti‘s ribs/jugs, when Regan‘s dipping, sliding out. Hard, clockwise, leftward pivots, as Righetti‘s shellin‘, jabbin‘ her way forward slowly, cautiously – hard, rhythmic jabs land mostly to tits/guard, as right crosses, drive uppercuts search for Regan‘s ears, jawline in brawny fashion.

Mid-round action – Bridgy‘s passive, forming earmuff, working hard to avoid Righetti‘s platform jabs, heavy power. Action suddenly turning brutal, slap-bang – Righetti‘s stepping back inside, ready to get risky n‘ frisky again! Hot, scrumptious licks kiss of Bridgy‘s pretty face in series of jolts, as Regan‘s taking spank, getting picked up again, again by Amanda‘s detonating left jab, hook – a sudden knee-bend, dip-to-the-right RIFLES Righetti‘s straight right-hand blast to Regan‘s sternum, sponging up her body shock! Bridget steps off, hands outstretched, hitting ropes in a stagger – Righetti‘s after her with a hop/step, lickin‘ short left/right, left/right shots off her opponent‘s taut, open flanks!

Down the stretch – Regan‘s fighting back some! Bridgy‘s working the ropes, trying to dip, roll, CLIP back the short, mean uppercut to Righetti‘s sternum/breadbasket from angles, low-key positions – ‘Manda won‘t have it, shifts wright, spears back the long, detonating heavy-jab right in between Bridget‘s pretty eyes, kicking her head back with a fun lil‘ jolt! Regan‘s all stiff, upright but her legs, muscles relax, scrambling for ropes just at the bell – a sly grin, Righetti!

R3: Welter big girls pretty cagey, suspicious of each other‘s one-shot power – action‘s more about leggy pivots, drop-down jabs/hooks to tits, ribs, as right hands stay holstered. Two wonderful physical specimen forming gun-platform stances, shelling jabs off the left shoulder, as they circle, pivot, rotate around stiff, rhythmic poke – advantages stay fleeting, as girls go toe-to-toe, switch up trade. All‘s a matter of jabs, efficiency, and risk management – Righetti‘s shelling jab‘s usually the heavier, more effective shot, landing stiff n‘ crisp to Bridgy‘s neck or guard, as girls trade ‘em rangy. Regan dangerous, off-beat when fighting off her heels/toes, using angles, chipping back shots off the back foot – she‘s able to trigger some timed counter-attack jabs off Amanda‘s left, pepper her some, then step in n‘ shovel the righty into Righetti‘s gut, giving her plenty of chances to taste that rifling, driving power behind her punches.

Mid-round – girls stay in opposite set-piece stances, trade some, fight for control. There‘s always Righetti‘s stiff, pumping jab poke – Bridgy‘s trying to negotiate it well, generally fighting in a more mobile, crouching stance, trying to lure n‘ bait Amanda into more solid trades right there on the spot. Regan using those dips/rolls, trading back short, BANGING hooks upside Amanda‘s paunch, breasts – always trying to clobber redhead out of stance, comfort zone!

Down the stretch – Bridgy steps off right from Amanda‘s platform jab, goes very low, shifts weight onto her right foot, and ERUPTS from the crouch! Wide, overhand toss hook – spits to Righetti‘s eyebrow, falter big girl‘s steps, as right foot skids off the canvas, momentarily off kilter, as her frame‘s in an odd tilt, hands outstretched, eyes in shock at bell!

A quick, provocative word from ringside pundit Jennifer O‘Dell about the fight?

“I think Righetti‘s still friggin‘ scared of Bridget! Regan knows how to make life miserable for redhead girl – you saw that shot from the crouch? Bridgy‘s always fought her very best against Amanda – I‘m sensing there‘s going to be another one of those rude awakenings for Righetti, when Regan triggers a right hand beaut down the line! She‘s just got Amanda‘s number – always has.“

R4: Girls aggressive, determined in mid-ring exchanges – girls form solid V fronts, just a-stepping out left/right, left/right, taking smooth side-to-side dips n‘ weaves, trying to dictate via fast, shelling gun-platform jabs. Righetti‘s jab‘s still out there, pumping it, setting to sprawl out Regan via firm, steady left hands, working from mid-ring canvas – but Bridgy‘s alert, upping the pace, rhythm herself in spades now. Some of those quick. jolting shots off Bridgy‘s left (forward) foot – stiff, driving jabs to body, straight right hands pounding away up top (temple, ears), backing Amanda up, repulsing her early attacks! A long, lungy left uppercut SHAVES Righetti‘s jaw, sputters her steps into a surprised wilt, her butt a little wobbly – Regan shifts her weight, just quickly bounces the palms-down right hand off Amanda‘s gut/ribs, before folding her up in a brawny clinch around redhead flanks, all grins as Righetti‘s hurt, sweaty, groaning.

Second minute – girls close range, stepping in behind jabs, and taking turns to clobber to opposite biceps/guard, smoothly pivoting around each other‘s right flank. RIGHETTI GOES DOWN!

Bridgy‘s bendy, dipping her torso – a quick jab feint lures Righetti a lil‘ step forward, trying to drive a right hand past the brunette‘s left arm, just as Regan‘s already shifting weight from left to right foot, timing the right hand beaut to Amanda‘s forehead/ear! Righetti‘s caught a chop – her strong legs reel n‘ totter, as impact PITCHES her onto her back with a jolt, quickly rolling over to the side with a groan, a startled, surprised beauty. ‘Manda caught off-guard, cheeks blushing, as Bridgy Regs smiles, jogs out, patiently waiting – Righetti‘s rising, beating the count easy!

Final minute – Bridgy‘s trying to slam some more short jabs/thick right crosses, get another good look at Righetti‘s biceps/guard, then folding the redhead girl up in strong, meaty clinches, and taking her hard to ropes in brutal, confident fashion. Righetti‘s alert, proving her leggy stamina again, and again – down the stretch, she‘s already back with her poking jab, starting to answer stubby left hands across Regan‘s muscular pecs/tits, then loping back her steps widely, trying to create some canvas range on her tormentress!

R5: Bridgy Regs a-rushin‘, a-stormin‘ – Righetti cooly, calmly blows out her fire!

Amanda‘s legs summoned, getting back to work in trademark strong, athletic fashion – lil‘ half-steps back, slide-outs to left, right, back, pumping her short, brutal stick up top to Regan‘s hairline, or below, to Bridgy‘s tits n‘ ribs, as Regan‘s trying to encroach, erupt strongly out of the crouch! Slo-mo replay of early, vicous trade: Bridgy snarling, hopping in via the crouch, trying to brush, erupt off the left foot, tossing the hook from her lap – Righetti‘s awaiting her in a stiff, rigid stance, thudding a left, right uppercut combo across Regan‘s right eyebrow, and her left shoulder, pretty much stopping big girl Bridget in her tracks in hard, reneging fashion! Mid-round – Righetti using the ring, stepping out smoothly behind those thudding jabs. Bridgy‘s aggressive, trying to cut off ring/canvas, still rushing into attacks at Amanda – but she‘s taking blasts upside her ears/cheeks, as Righetti‘s negotiating, shifting hips/weight, brushing thick, BELTING counters across Bridgy‘s crouching frame, really popping her hips into these shots in explosive fashion!

Down the stretch – Amanda‘s palming Bridgy‘s shoulders more, starting to push n‘ shove her fellow big girl around in impressive, overwhelming fashion. Regan‘s getting steered around, bullied, and driven back on the spot, sliding to ropes to hunker, cover up – Righetti‘s rifling jabs, spitting right hook force her into more n‘ more earmuff, peek-a-boo fronts.

R6: Righetti smelling blood in the water – Bridgy‘s banged up, a little rickety!

‘Manda introduces Regan to a long, spearing whip jab, as girls close mid-ring early – hard, surprising shot hits Bridget upside her right eyebrow, getting her to flinch, back-pedalling in earmuff! Righetti sets her hips, stoops down, LASHES out lefts n‘ rights across Regan‘s flanks, lats – these body shots paralyze Bridget (drum!, drum!), send her sputtering ropeward in nasty body shock! Amanda works Bridget to ropes: a tough shoulder bump to Bridget‘s chin buckles her knees, gets a dizzy look into those pretty blue eyes – she sets up hurt at the apron, trying to roll shots, relax against the cables, just keep those sturdy legs a-going! Regan‘s legs sturdy up, as girls fight at ropeside, corner scenes all throughout first minute – Righetti‘s got ring control, vigourously defending her top position, but Bridget‘s dangerous, clipping back short, BANGING uppercuts to Amanda‘s mouth/ears during hard, vicious big-girl trade, turning her shoulders, hips into these sneaky, odd angle shots! Righetti won‘t back off her foe – redhead munches a shot here n‘ there, but stays on top, just clubbing shots off Bridget‘s head, shoulders.

Mid-round: girls paw out at opposite arms, elbows for control – Bridget dips low, slides out right from Righetti, her hands outstretched. Righetti‘s ready: a short jab-to-tits freezes Regan on the spot, setting her up for a hard, bashing right hand uppercut upside her left ear/temple! Bridgy‘s head kicks back hard, loosening her into a wilt – her muscles noticeably relax a bit! A short left hand to sternum rocks Regan into a bend, sloshes her butt against the ropes. Righetti dives right in there: short left hand upside Regan‘s trunks gurgles Bridgy, making her sob out loud – and quick, rising hook to Bridget‘s left ear! Poor Bridgy Regs‘s helpless – her back‘s sagged to ropes, tilting loosely out of hinge, her lips parted, mouthpiece askew, hands sinking to lap! Righetti‘s setting her hips left, right, left, right, really popping her hips behind repeated body shots – to Bridget‘s flanks, tummy, lats, ribs, jugs, and then CHIN! Bridget‘s head, torso both flopping back n‘ forth on the spot, as tense muscles shut down, legs freeze – BRIDGET GOES DOWN!

Proud brunette pitches into a snooze by VICIOUS, relentless series of hard body, chin shots, finally just sliding sadly, helplessly off Amanda‘s right shoulder, landing with a thud – and she‘s out on all fours, hugging her ribs, knees pushing into the canvas, her rump up high and humiliated for a KO6 Amanda Righetti!

After: Righetti seething, her eyes blazing with fire, hatred – she steps out with her right fist raised, strutting the ring in triumph, as Bridget can‘t beat the count, still writhing on the canvas in little sobs, moans of hurt!

Action‘s been pretty competitive tonight, as Bridget‘s still a powerful, dangerous fighter – but her magical spell over Righetti‘s long a thing of the past, as Amanda goes up 5-3 on her legendary long-time rival, winning the last four fights. “I‘ve conquered Bridget,“ Amanda explains. “I‘ve pretty much conquered her mind and body, and now I will just deny her each and every time! It‘s about time, though – I knew I was the better woman all along, but I just couldn‘t get it into the ring against Bridgy, for some odd reason. It‘s amazing to see what my fists can do a girl – she was so strong and confident, and now she‘s just rubble.“