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25 August 2023 Alyssa Lynch vs Lottie Moss

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OFFICIAL FCBA "BOILING POINT" PPV 2023

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 25 August 2023 at 10:06 pm

Alyssa Lynch vs. Lottie Moss (Body Saddle)

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

Alyssa:
(27, 5’7, 120, 57:25 FCBA, VIXENs)

Lottie:
(22, 5’5, 3:3 FCBA, Lioness Club)

BEFORE:
The Staples Centre is buzzing with energy, a mix of excitement and tension that permeates the air. The FCBA banners hang proudly in the background, and the center stage is set with two podiums, spotlighted and ready for the fighters. A huge poster behind them displays both their faces - Alyssa with a determined, steely gaze, and Lottie with a smug, confident smirk.

As the cameras flash, Alyssa Lynch steps up first, her tall frame looking fit and poised. The last fight's memory, a loss to Lottie, still fresh in her mind. She's dressed in a form-fitting VIXENs tracksuit, a testament to her allegiance and where her loyalties lie.

"The last time? It was a fluke," Alyssa starts, her voice dripping with resentment. "Everyone saw it. I had her on the ropes, but tonight, it's going to be different. Tonight, she'll find out what it feels like to be ridden like a broken pony, and I promise the Staples Centre and everyone watching will witness her humiliation."

The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos, clearly divided in their allegiances.

Lottie Moss, younger but with the audacity of a seasoned fighter, steps up next. Dressed in a sleek Lioness Club tracksuit, she oozes confidence. "Alyssa, darling," she drawls, an amused glint in her eye, "Last time wasn't a fluke. It was a demonstration. And tonight? Well, it'll be a repeat performance. Only this time, everyone will get the added pleasure of seeing you saddled up and ridden around this ring. I hope you're ready, love."

They move center stage for the face-off. Both women are close, almost nose to nose, shooting daggers with their eyes. The animosity is clear: neither is ready to face the humiliation of the Body Saddle stipulation.

Alyssa, with a smirk that doesn't quite reach her eyes, leans in even closer, her voice low and dripping with disdain. "You really think you can take me again, little girl?" she taunts. As emphasis, she pokes a finger into Lottie's tummy, the impact causing a small ripple. "I'm going to break you in half," Alyssa vows, "and then, I'll enjoy every moment as I ride you around this ring."

The cameras flash even more vigorously, capturing the heated exchange.

Lottie, however, is far from intimidated. Her eyes flash dangerously as she grabs Alyssa's prodding finger, bending it back just enough to elicit a brief wince from her opponent. "The only thing you'll be riding is a wave of regret," she retorts. "Last time wasn't luck, sweetie. Prepare for another lesson."

A murmur runs through the crowd, and for a moment, it seems like a full-blown altercation might break out. But FCBA officials, always on their toes, quickly step in to create a buffer, ensuring that the fists are saved for the sanctioned bout. The question on everyone's mind: Who will ride, and who will be ridden?

The arena darkens, a single spotlight shines on the entryway. A slow, bass-heavy beat begins to fill the Staples Centre, and Alyssa's silhouette appears, framed by a mist of smoke. She's clad in a shimmering blue robe that glistens under the spotlight. The robe’s hood is pulled over her head, casting her face in shadow. As she steps forward, the VIXENs logo on the back of her robe shines prominently.

Her corner team flanks her, but all eyes are on Alyssa as she begins her walk down the ramp. Her gaze remains forward, focused and intent. Every few steps, she shadow boxes, throwing a jab or a hook, warming up her muscles and giving the audience a tease of what's to come.
As she reaches the ring, Alyssa ascends the steps, pausing at the top to throw back her hood and reveal her face. A determined glint is evident in her eyes. She steps through the ropes, heading to her corner and beginning her final preparations.

As Alyssa settles, the lights change to a vibrant gold. An upbeat pop track blares through the speakers, signaling Lottie's arrival. Through the haze, Lottie emerges, donning a sleek black robe with golden trim, the Lioness Club emblem embroidered over her heart.

She's all smiles, confidently striding down the ramp, waving and blowing kisses to her fans. Her youthful exuberance contrasts sharply with Alyssa's stoic demeanor. As she approaches the ring, Lottie interacts with the crowd, even stopping to take a selfie with a particularly enthusiastic group of fans.

Reaching the ring, Lottie gracefully leaps onto the apron, pausing to pose for the cameras, ensuring they catch every angle of her entrance attire. Slipping between the ropes, she hands off her robe and begins her warm-up, throwing playful glances Alyssa's way, a silent reminder of their previous bout and a hint of the challenge to come.

Alyssa wears a tight-fitting blue and white two-piece ensemble. The top cuts off just below her ribs, leaving her toned abs exposed. It features a v-shaped neckline, emphasizing her VIXENs allegiance. Her trunks match, with the VIXENs logo prominently displayed on the right hip. Her hair is tied back into a slick, high ponytail, ensuring it doesn't obstruct her view during the bout.
Lottie contrasts Alyssa with her sleek black and gold ensemble. Her sports bra-style top is jet black with a gold Lioness Club emblem on the left side. Her trunks are a similar style, black with gold piping down the sides, and the club's name, "Lioness," written in gold cursive along the waistband. Her gloves are a shimmering gold with black laces. Her blonde locks are braided tightly, cascading down her back, kept away from her face.

Alyssa and Lottie circle the ring, each in her corner, engaging in some last-minute stretching and shadow boxing, feeling the canvas under their feet and gauging the distance between them. Lottie occasionally shoots teasing smiles across the ring, still playing the youthful, confident victor from their last encounter. Alyssa, however, remains focused, her eyes like lasers, locking onto Lottie whenever their paths cross.

With the referee signaling for the opening bell, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!

ROUND 1:
Both women waste no time stepping into the middle of the ring. Alyssa immediately establishes her jab, using her slight height and reach advantage to keep Lottie at bay. The snap of her glove can be heard with every stiff punch, targeting Lottie's face and forcing the younger fighter to keep her guard up. The Lioness tries to find a rhythm, bobbing and weaving, looking for a way inside. But every time she makes a move, Alyssa cuts her off, using a series of sharp hooks to the body that echo through the arena. Midway through the round, Lottie seems to find an opening and lunges in with a one-two combination to the body, but Alyssa reads it well, stepping to the side and countering with a powerful right cross that stuns Moss straight to the stomach! Lottie's knees buckle slightly, but she remains on her feet, gritting her teeth and pressing forward. However, Alyssa's dominance doesn't wane. She effectively uses her footwork to pivot and turn Lottie, constantly resetting and keeping Moss on the defensive with more jabs high and low. As the final seconds of the round approach, Lynch lands a crushing body shot that makes Lottie gasp audibly, doubling her over. But the bell rings soon after, and Lynch will have to surge in another round. Alyssa confidently walks back to her corner, chest heaving slightly from the exertion but eyes alight with determination. Lottie, meanwhile, looks frustrated, taking deep breaths as her corner team tends to her, offering instructions and words of encouragement.

ROUND 2:
And Lottie emerges from her corner with renewed determination! She’s lighter on her feet, darting in and out of Alyssa's reach. It’s evident that her corner's advice has ignited a fire within her. Alyssa tries to establish the jab again, but Lottie is more evasive now, ducking and slipping punches with impressive agility. Moss suddenly lunges in with a quick jab followed by a sharp hook to Alyssa’s ribs with a loud smack! And it seems that Moss has found her target, with Lynch visibly wincing and backing away! Utilizing her compact frame, Lottie starts focusing on Alyssa's midsection, hammering away with thudding side body blows. Each punch seems to sap a bit more energy out of the Vixen, who’s getting hounded and pounded back towards the ropes! Alyssa tries to clinch to break Lottie's rhythm, but Moss shoves her off, showing surprising strength of her own, before blasting another low hook into her body. Mid-round, Lottie traps Alyssa against the ropes and unleashes on the rival brunette… Alyssa tries to shield herself, but several shots sneak past her guard and thump into her waistline, and the audience can hear the grunts as a particularly vicious hook lands square on her liver. Lynch, struggling to find an answer to this onslaught, attempts a few counters, catching Moss back across the cheek or chin, but Lottie's aggressive approach leaves little room for effective retaliation. By the time the bell rings, Alyssa stumbles back to her corner, visibly winded, while Lottie, with a confident smirk, struts back to hers, nodding at her team. Moss has not only evened the score but sent a clear message: she's not going down without a fierce fight.

ROUND 3:
Both fighters have shown they have the tools to dominate a round, but Alyssa comes out more cautiously this time, her previous round’s punishment fresh in her mind. She circles, trying to use her reach advantage, jabbing and trying to establish distance. Lottie, on the other hand, looks to close the gap, knowing she found success in close quarters. For the first minute, the two trade blows in the center of the ring, neither gaining a significant advantage. Alyssa lands a stiff jab that snaps Lottie’s head back, but Moss counters with a crisp right cross to the arms that causes Lynch to stumble slightly. Halfway through the round, Lottie manages to trap Alyssa near a corner. But rather than the ferocious body assault of the previous round, Moss mixes it up, targeting both the head and body, shouts from the blonde accompanying each flurry. Alyssa, for her part, defends admirably, blocking and parrying many of the blows while sneaking in counters. However, the pressure from Lottie is relentless, and she manages to score with a couple of hooks that reddens Alyssa's side. In the final moments of the round, however, Alyssa surges back, landing a few combinations of her own, pushing Lottie back. She steps forward with intent, blocking a lazy jab from Lottie and responding with a quick one-two to the nose and lips that pushes Moss back. Alyssa then feints a right, which Lottie bites on, only to be caught by a swift left hook that grazes the chin, sending her reeling towards a corner! Lottie, realizing the precarious situation, tries to pivot away, but Alyssa is right on her, cutting off her exit. With Lottie's back against the turnbuckles, Alyssa throws a hook to Lottie’s head, forcing the younger fighter to raise her guard. Then, with precision, Alyssa unleashes a furious barrage on Lottie's midsection. The crowd roars with each thudding shot as Alyssa hammers away, her gloves sinking deep into Lottie's taut belly. Moss grimaces, absorbing the blows, her elbows then dropping in an attempt to shield her body. But this leaves her head exposed, and Alyssa quickly takes advantage, slamming a pair of hooks upstairs, causing Lottie's head to snap side to side. The bell interrupts Alyssa's assault, however, much to the relief of the cornered Moss! They separate, both fighters breathing heavily, eyes locked in a fierce stare down as they retreat to their corners.

ROUND 4:
The bell rings, echoing through the Staples Centre, and as the two fighters step forward, the tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. "Think you can put me down again?" Lottie sneers, her voice dripping with condescension, her eyes never leaving Alyssa's. Alyssa, unflinching, smirks back, "Tonight, I'm not just putting you down. I'm riding you around this ring." Without another word, the two crash into each other, clinching fiercely, heads buried into shoulders, hands grasping for dominance. Their bodies are pressed so tightly against each other that each can feel the other's heartbeat. Alyssa grunts as she tries to position Lottie for a clean shot, and in this tight space, she sends a sharp, upward thrust of an uppercut into Lottie's toned midsection. "Ugh!" Lottie gasps audibly, her eyes momentarily clouded by the shock of the hit, her ribs creaking under the pressure of Alyssa's gloved fist. But Moss, showcasing her resilient spirit, retaliates in an instant, her gloved hand rising in a swift arc to slam a crushing uppercut right into the soft underside of Alyssa's belly. Alyssa's tanned skin ripples from the impact, her toned abdominals compressing as they absorb the force of Lottie's wrath. Air is forced from her lungs, producing a choked grunt, and a thin sheen of sweat appears on her forehead. "You're going to regret that," Lottie hisses, her blue eyes darkening with intent. Sensing a chance to turn the tide, Lottie pushes Alyssa against the ropes, firing successive uppercuts into her tummy. With every impact, Alyssa’s body curls slightly, and her mouth guard protrudes just a bit more between clenched teeth. Lottie grabs Alyssa's head, pulling her close, their foreheads touching. She whispers menacingly into Alyssa's ear, "Ready for that saddle, sweetheart?" But in a fit of rage, Alyssa rotates her hips and unleashes a ferocious right hook. It connects cleanly with Lottie’s jaw, making her head snap to the side. Before Lottie can recover, Alyssa exploits the opening, slamming a devastating left uppercut into Lottie’s exposed belly. The sound, a mix of leather on flesh and Lottie's winded gasp, echoes in the arena. Moss's eyes go wide, her body crumpling to the canvas in slow motion, one hand clutching her midsection. It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Alyssa Lynch!!

Alyssa steps back, her chest heaving with both exertion and anticipation, watching every minute movement Lottie makes on the canvas. Lottie's fingers twitch, grasping at the mat beneath her as if seeking anchorage. Her face, smeared with sweat and a hint of anguish, contorts as she tries to process the rush of pain and the echoing shock from Alyssa's final blow. There's a moment, a fleeting one, where it seems like Lottie might defy the odds. With gritted teeth, she pushes herself onto one elbow, her other hand clutching her throbbing jaw. The referee continues his count, his voice steady, each number like a drumbeat against Lottie's consciousness. "Six... Seven..." With a surge of adrenaline, Lottie manages to get to one knee, her face contorted with effort and determination. Her breaths come in ragged gasps, and her eyes, glazed but defiant, dart around, trying to find focus, trying to find Alyssa. "Eight... Nine..." But just as quickly as hope flares, reality sinks its claws in. Lottie's strength wanes. Her arms tremble, and she sways unsteadily. She tries to force her other knee up, to find some stability, but it's clear she doesn't have enough left in her. "Ten!" declares the referee, and it’s OVER! Alyssa has avenged her previous loss with a decisive KO4!

Official Result: Alyssa Lynch defeats Lottie Moss via KO4!

AFTER:
Alyssa, her face still flush with the heat of battle, raises her arms triumphantly, soaking in the adoration of her fans. Her gloves, slick with sweat, catch the overhead lights as she turns, showing off her victory to every corner of the stadium. There's a fierce satisfaction in her eyes - revenge, as they say, is sweet. And for Miss Lynch, this moment tastes like vindication.

Off to the side, a stark contrast paints a somber picture. Lottie, though fierce and undeniably talented, finds herself sprawled near the ropes. Her usually glowing skin is now a shade paler, glistening with a sheen of perspiration. With every labored breath, her ribcage rises and falls dramatically. One gloved hand clutches at her tender midsection, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as if trying to soothe the fire raging within. The other hand grabs at the rope beside her, not in an attempt to rise, but for a semblance of comfort. Her legs occasionally kick out, while her head turns to the side, blonde tresses sticking to her flushed face. It’s not the result the Lioness had wanted this evening…

Corner staff and medical personnel hurry to Lottie's side, attending to her with grave faces. The saddle, the symbol of the ultimate humiliation in this unique bout, remains untouched for now, but its shadow looms large over the fallen fighter.

Alyssa, still riding the adrenaline high of victory, doesn’t let the moment pass without a final word. She saunters over to the fallen Lottie, looking down with a smirk that dances with mischief and arrogance.

“Look at little Lottie, all laid out,” Alyssa jeers. “Thought you’d be the one riding me around by now?”

Lottie, groaning in pain but defiant to the core, manages to shoot Alyssa a fiery look, her blue eyes still alight with spirit. "This isn’t over…" she rasps, "One loss doesn't break me. And I remember how you fell to my fists the first time."

“Oh, we’ll see about that…” Alyssa sneers.

The Vixen clearly isn't in the mood for bravado. With swift, deliberate motions, she quickly rids herself of her gloves, stripping them off her hands and letting them fall to the canvas with a thud. Then, reaching down, she takes a handful of Lottie’s golden tresses, yanking her up cruelly. Lottie gasps, taken off-guard, as Alyssa pushes her back against the ropes, the tension of them pressing into Lottie’s back.

Before Lottie can react, Alyssa then deftly unlaces and pulls off each of her opponent's gloves, leaving her unprotected as well. Immediately, Lottie tries to shield her already beleaguered belly, but Alyssa is relentless, shoving those protective arms aside with a gleam in her eyes. Without another word, she winds up and slams another fierce punch deep into the pit of Lottie’s stomach.

The balled knuckles sink deep into the toned flesh, creating an immediate indentation in Lottie’s tummy. A shockwave rolls through her, forcing her upper body to double over, her face contorted in pain. A strangled groan, half pain and half surprise, escapes her lips as the wind is knocked clean out of her.

Standing tall and proud, Alyssa savors the moment, her eyes glittering with cruel satisfaction. With a sweeping gesture of her arm, she signals to her corner, and two of her team members hasten forward, carrying the dreaded saddle and sliding the contraption under the ropes.

Alyssa grabs it with one hand, a master saddler by this point, and starts by threading the leather straps under Lottie's arms, cinching them tightly to ensure the saddle stays secure. Every pull on the leather makes Lottie wince, as the main slender body of the saddle settles onto her lower back, Alyssa tugs even harder on the straps, ensuring its perfect positioning over Lottie's slender frame. This draws a soft cry from Lottie, the discomfort evident in her eyes. Yet, despite the evident pain and humiliation, there's a fiery defiance still flickering there, as if silently vowing revenge for another day.

With Lottie collapsed to all fours, Alyssa stands back for a moment, admiring her handiwork. Lottie, now saddled and effectively bridled, looks every bit the defeated steed, swaying on her hands and knees, just waiting for the victor to claim her prize. With a fluid motion, Lynch swings a leg over, positioning her butt comfortably on the saddle. The added weight makes Lottie wince, her muscles straining as they bear the victor’s weight on top of the aftermath of a grueling bout.

With a cruel smirk, Alyssa reaches down and takes a firm hold of Lottie's tousled blonde locks, intertwining her fingers tightly within the strands. Using the grip as both a means of control and motivation, she tugs sharply, signaling for Lottie to move forward. "Move," she orders with a tone dripping in condescension.

Despite the pain and humiliation, Lottie starts to crawl forward. Each step is labored, her arms trembling from the effort and the burning sting in her scalp from Alyssa's relentless grip.
Sweat clings to her body, her pale skin glistening under the arena lights. Her blonde hair, once stylishly done, is now a matted mess from the sweat and Alyssa's forceful grasp. The taut muscles of her back and arms visibly tremble with the combined strain of her recent fight and the effort of moving forward with Alyssa's weight bearing down on her.

Every so often, Lottie's pride flares up, and she attempts to resist, trying to plant her hands into the canvas and refuse to move another inch. But each act of defiance is swiftly and forcefully quashed by Alyssa with a sharp and punishing tug of her hair, jerking her head back, straining her neck further, and ensuring she continues her degrading journey around the ring.

But it's not enough for Alyssa Lynch. Finally, facing one corner of the ring and wanting to add a final, personal touch to her victory, she reaches down with one arm, looping it around Lottie's slender neck, and angles her head upwards. Lottie lets out a dull groan, with their faces so close, their breaths mingle. "Thought you could ride me, didn’t you?" Alyssa whispers, her voice dripping with malice. "Who’s the broken b*tch?"

Without warning, Alyssa releases Lottie, letting her momentum from the sudden movement throw her to the canvas. The thud of Lottie's body hitting the mat echoes throughout the silent arena, punctuating the conclusion of this intense rivalry, for now.

"That wasn't the end," Lottie starts, much later, salvaging her pride in the backstage locker room. Her voice is hoarse but steady, as she massages her scalp and parts of her body that have turned pink from the abuse. "Lynch should enjoy her little moment of glory because, in our third bout, I promise you, she’s gonna suffer like she's never suffered before."