Results by Lookout, Story by Caspian

Alyssa:
(25, 5’7, 120, 33:13 FCBA, VIXENs)

Samara:
(29, 5’4, 4:5 FCBA, Odds & Ends Fight Studio)

BEFORE:

A personal battle for Alyssa Lynch today as she looks to avenge her loss against Odds and Ends’ Samara Weaving exactly one year ago in April, the blonde model and actress first entering the FCBA by storm in 2020 and proceeded to lay waste to the Bantamweight division.

“It’s personal. That blonde b*tch thinks she owns the beach. Well, I’m here to prove she’s overrated,” Alyssa says to the cameras by the shoreline, placing her hands just above the strings of her white bikini briefs. “After what Weaving did to me last time, I’m gonna give her a little parting gift once I have her all to myself in the corner.”

“Hmph. Lynch likes to talk big, doesn’t she,” Samara responds from just a couple of metres down from Alyssa’s interview, eyeing the challenger as she speaks to reporters herself in an orange and green floral bikini. The Odds and Ends starlet has yet to win on sand, but that doesn’t stop her from proclaiming her supremacy. “Alyssa’s got some spunk to her, but that’s all there is to her name. She can’t compete with the big girls. Not now, not ever. If she wants to get her ass kicked on my turf again, she’s more than welcomed.”

As for all the other fights on tonight’s event, the boxing ring is demarcated by four wooden posts stuck in the sand, its borders draped by thick and rough slack ropes that hurt more than help whenever a girl gets her back trapped against it. Ladies step through the ropes to cheers on both sides, testing the hot sand beneath their feet. Their arms are up and ready to rumble as the referee calls this bout to order. HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!

ROUND 1:
Samara roars into action immediately, hoping to make the best of her ease on home turf. While Alyssa has to get a little used to fighting on shaky sand, Samara has no such issues as she fires the first salvos of blows at her head and body. Alyssa throws up her arms to block but lets out a surprised shout as the first blows slam in, thus far being able to block most of the shots until a late combo catches her clean on the lips. Weaving not giving up the hunt, chasing after the shaky brunette and continuing to batter her head with punches, then a couple more tucked into the tummy as Lynch struggles to find her footing, both literally and metaphorically. Down the line, girls get into a mutual clinch as Alyssa finds herself at least able to breathe in the pocket, using Weaving’s body as a prop even she rocks her with punches to her sides and ribs.

ROUND 2:
Lynch faring a little better as she fends off another Weaving assault, Samara still fired up and wanting to pay the Vixen back with early one-twos slammed into the arms but also hunting the tummy. Alyssa keeps moving backwards, more confident as she parries some off-target shots before rocking her own one-two combo straight into Samara’s face. Tide turning as Samara realises she doesn’t hold the advantage any longer, and the two women end up circling from a distance, lighting each other’s faces up with long jabs, taking turns bunching up the cheek or landing punches smack on the nose. Alyssa unexpectedly rushes in in the final seconds of the round, surprising Weaving with a mad blitz towards her body - Samara’s eyes bulging as she’s folded over from one, two, three gloves packed in unexpectedly, but the bell rings before the Odds and Ends starlet can retaliate.

ROUND 3:
Another good round for Lynch as she continues to find her footing on the sand - perhaps the Vixen might one day discover her true calling on a Boxing on the Beach card as she pounds another early combo into Weaving’s arms and tummy, ending with a straight hand delivered to Weaving lips. Both girls are lean and mean, and although Weaving’s three inches shorter, they’re taking equal damage that’s being equally dished out, if those hands do manage to land. Alyssa hungry for vengeance, which makes her push forward and chase after Weaving with more jabs to the head, and it’s Weaving’s turn to force the clinch on multiple occasions, with the two girls wrestling with each other on their feet, sand getting kicked up in various directions as they snarl and grunt with arms wrapped over shoulders and around the waistline, free hands buried into tummies or up into the chest to end the third.

ROUND 4:
Weaving’s corner not liking the fact that their girls’ on the losing end of the overall fight, what started as a dominant first round now seeing Weaving come up short two rounds in a row. Samara pushes out of her corner with renewed hunger and energy, looking to take the fight back to the brunette. A wild melee erupts in the center as girls go crashing into each other in a mad dash of missed swings and grunts. Samara has certainly excelled in her early career but she has to contend with Lynch today, who’s more than used to close-quarters clinch warfare after dealing with girls like Alexis Ren. A sharp uppercut packs into the chin in the wild exchange, which rocks Weaving’s head up in a sickening crunch. Before Samara knows what’s happening, another sick glove gets packed into the base of her chin, and THAT SEEMS TO BE IT - Samara’s left reeling left and right, groggy, till a third swipe sent across the face sends her sprawling face-first DOWN into the sand!! What a KNOCKDOWN for Alyssa Lynch!

“Hell yeah!” Lynch shouts, throwing up both hands as she sashays around the fallen blonde.

Samara spitting out sand as she attempts to rise from all fours, parts of her dirty blonde hair also shimmering with unwanted granules of sand. Not the best start for the so-called Queen of the Sand dunes, as Alyssa can’t help but stick her knife in. “Get up, b*tch. Or is yer butt already buried in the sand?”

Two minutes left on the clock as Weaving finally manages to hoist herself up along the ropes, choking and sputtering as she eyes her foe with renewed apprehension. Can the blonde survive the rest of the round? Lynch aims to answer that question herself as she CHARGES at the bell, stunning Weaving with an overhand to the top of her head, hoping to drop her immediately again. But Weaving does hold on, keeping her long legs moving along the extent of the ropes, but also getting chased by the Vixen the entire time. Alyssa gets a taste of her own medicine when Weaving tangles up repeatedly, staving off disaster even as the Vixen whaps another hook across her face, Samara whittling down the seconds as she clings on to Lynch’s shoulders and neck, all the while taking a beating to her body.

ROUND 5:
All that chasing, however, has Lynch breathing hard. She had a chance to put Weaving away in the last round, but failed to do so at the end. Weaving not looking too much better but has renewed confidence after surviving that knockdown attempt, beats Alyssa’s early attack back in the first minute as she nails the Vixen on her face with a dull hook, swerving to narrowly avoid a counter-shot before paying Alyssa back with an uppercut driven straight up into her chin. POW! Alyssa grunting, glassy-eyed, and oh how the turn tables, as it’s Weaving’s turn now to rush in to the try and mop up, pounding away on the Vixen’s body as Alyssa grunts and sputters backwards, out of breath and ideas as she gets trapped along the extent of the ropes. Weaving exhaling hot breath on her chest as she crowds in close, snug and methodical, pinning Lynch down with both arms wrapped under the shoulders, elbows nudged into the chest and chin as she plows away thick and heavy to the Vixen’s stomach, propping her foe up each time Alyssa’s bent over in two, her lips planted on blonde shoulder as she holds on for dear life. Weaving has to be pulled off by the referee at the bell, whether consciously or not is left debatable as the Odds and Ends starlet continues chugging her fists into Alyssa’s body and chest even after the bell rang. Proud moment for Weaving as Alyssa wilts sideways on the ropes, stumbling back to her corner whilst hugging her midsection.

ROUND 6:
Some fire left in Lynch, however, as she bursts out of her corner, gritting her teeth and wanting payback. Samara’s all ready for her, however, as the first couple of punches go flying in both directions. Alyssa nails a cross to the face but takes a looping right hand to the top of her own forehead, sending her reeling back with stars in her eyes. Weaving opts to rush in, ducking under another wide hook before she PLOWS a cross of her own into the Vixen’s chin, and DOWN LYNCH GOES, that straight right hand nailing her clean and sending her DOWN ONTO HER BACK with that clothesline! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Samara Weaving in one heck of a revenge move! Weaving breathing heavily above but smiling wide, circling the fallen girl and even kicking a little sand into Alyssa’s bewildered face on her way back to the neutral corner. Referee didn’t see that, however, fully concentrated on counting out Lynch’s recovery. VIX corner roaring through the mad noise of the crowd, and Lynch finally stirs off her back from the count of 3, before slowly rising up to her knees, then her feet, by the count of 8.

Things aren’t looking too good for the Vixen this time, in what’s a cruel reversal of fates: it’s Weaving’s turn to have two minutes on the clock to end this fight, and Lynch needs to stay alive like her counterpart did previously in order to fight another round. Bell rings loud and clear and HERE Weaving comes, the blonde fighter once again kicking up dirt as she sallies inwards with her dukes up. Blonde’s braided ponytail whipping out behind her as she rams a straight hand into Alyssa’s arms, then goes after her body as she buries hook after hook into her battered abs, pushing her back towards the ropes for even more punishment. Alyssa, to her credit, still has plenty of fire left in her, swinging back in between the abuse and nailing the blonde on the face in turn, but Samara’s just shrugs off these attacks and keeps on coming, and the two girls once again go barreling into the thick abrasive ropes, tied up in each other’s arms, hot breaths on cheeks as they try and pin each other down, drill gloves into the body or breasts, before they’re rotated around and suffer the same abuse the other way.

After a good minute of in-your-face action, Samara snarls after taking a sudden swipe across her chest, Alyssa threatening to rip those bikini strings apart from continued abuse. In turn, she treats Alyssa to a glove of her own buried into her left tit, another pumping uppercut sent just in above her belly button, which bowls the brunette over with a huff of hot air. Weaving still growling with frustration as the Vixen refuses to go down, Alyssa holding onto her foe with one glove still wrung around the blonde’s neck. “f*cking biiiiitch!!” Samara shouts, her hair used for leverage to help Alyssa remain standing and still in the game, till Lynch steadies herself and slams another punch into the blonde’s tummy. Makeshift cauldron as both girls have their backs to the ropes, grunting with malice as one arm around the shoulder, grabbing and pulling at the other girl’s chin, other free hand pumped into the belly and breasts in tandem as the two fighters take this rivalry to the bitter end. Referee is hovering nearby, of course, in complete confusion as he witnesses both girls drill shots into the pits of their stomachs or rock each other’s breasts until one girl simply can’t continue. Grunts grow louder as they punish their bodies in a mutual test of strength, resolve, and abdominal strength. Finally, the girls start to wilt in each other’s arms, the combination of body blows sapping them of breath as each glove packed into the curve of the belly draws painful gurgles from lips, blonde and brunette both desperate to beat the last remnants of air from their bodies. Finally, a hard tug on the face to the side of one girl, followed by a stacking uppercut to the upper belly has one fighter gasping for air, her body wilting into the other woman’s arms, and it’s Alyssa’s pain-wracked lips sliding down Weaving’s chest, then her belly, the brunette’s arms reduced to hugging her battered body, and the referee FINALLY steps in to wave things off! It’s a little too late, ref?!? But the fans aren’t complaining, and the judges themselves were at a loss of how to score this final round till the final seconds, when one girl emerged dominant! Weaving herself is left hunched over the top rope, catching her breath, as Lynch pools at her feet for the final TKO6 loss!

Official Decision: Samara Weaving defeats Alyssa Lynch via TKO6!

AFTER:
Second time’s NOT the charm as Alyssa Lynch suffers yet another setback in her illustrious career, falling to Weaving twice-in-a-row now and leaving her future again in doubt. The Vixen’s left wheezing and groaning at the base of her rival’s feet, her cheek resting on one of the blonde’s thighs as she cradles her throbbing body.

Weaving not making things any better, after catching her breath, immediately shedding her gloves gingerly, letting them fall to the sand by Alyssa’s side, not-so-subtle warnings that the pain the Vixen is in is just the start. Weaving grinning wide through her breathlessness, ignoring the throbbing in her own sides as she helps herself to two fistfuls of messed up brunette hair, before dragging the moaning Alyssa upwards so that the poor girl can “rest” her cheek on her pulsing belly.

“Kiss my abs, b*tch,” Samara hissing from above, parts of her bruised abdominals left pink from Alyssa’s own handiwork. Alyssa struggles where and when she can, using what remaining strength she has to twist her face away from potential humiliation. Samara, however, relentless, tugging on the roots of her hair to guide the Vixen’s lips back to her belly, firmly holding her in her grasp for thirty seconds before pushing the shocked girl back up against her stool in her own corner. Alyssa’s still knocked silly and now with the oxygen deprivation, her head rolling listlessly from side to side as she slumps in the corner. Strangely reminiscent scene from their encounter exactly one year before, with Samara cozying up on her lap, shaking her bum in the Vixen’s face before planting a lasting smooch on her bewildered lips.

“Don’t make me see you again, b*tch...” Samara teases, cupping Alyssa’s chin with one hand and lifting her head so that they’re staring eye-to-eye. When Lynch tries to wrest herself away, she earns another slap across the face. “YOU HEAR ME?! Stay away from my beach!”

Samara socks her one more time in the chest, leaving Alyssa groaning and curled up as she slides down in the corner. Weaving then takes her time, parading across the sand and celebrating after snapping a nasty losing streak!