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5 October 2023 Alyssa Lynch vs Kaya Scodelario

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GIRLS FRIDAY VS VIXENs CIVIL WAR

Posted by girlsfriday on 5 October 2023 at 10:05 am

Alyssa Lynch vs. Kaya Scodelario

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

Alyssa:
(27, 5’7, 120, 58:25 FCBA, VIXENs)

Kaya:
(31, 5’6, 50:21 FCBA, Girls Friday)

BEFORE:

As the glitzy chandeliers of the Al Falak Ballroom cast a shimmering light over the gathered audience, journalists and fans alike are gathered to see the next two boxing contenders in this stable war face off verbally before their impending clash in the ring.

First to take the stage is Alyssa Lynch, the striking 5'7 brunette from VIXENs. Donned in a sleek, red dress that complements her athletic physique, she exudes confidence. Behind her, the backdrop reads "VIXENs", boldly representing her stable.

Soon after, Kaya Scodelario from Girls Friday joins her on stage. The 5'6 brunette, wearing an elegant black jumpsuit, stands her ground, her piercing eyes fixed on her opponent.

Alyssa breaks the ice first, her voice tinged with a friendly tone, "It's great to be here in Dubai, and I'm thrilled to be facing Kaya. But let's not kid ourselves. We're in a stable war, and I plan to bring another win to the VIXENs. No hard feelings, Kaya."

Kaya responds, a smirk playing on her lips, "It's always good to have dreams, Alyssa. Just don't be too disappointed when they're crushed. And speaking of dreams, didn't you once dream of being a successful actress? How'd that turn out?"

Alyssa's smile falters, but she quickly regains her composure, "At least I've made a name for myself in the Body Saddle circuit, and I intend to keep it that way. I've seen your recent fights, Kaya. Let's just say they've been... interesting."

Kaya retorts, her tone growing colder, "I've learned from every match, I've evolved, and I’ve actually hoisted a title into the air. Can you say the same? Maybe if you focused more on boxing than on those 'cute' Instagram selfies, you'd be a tougher challenge."

The banter continues, the atmosphere shifting from friendly jabs to more intense taunts. As the press conference reaches its crescendo, both Kaya and Alyssa, having finished their verbal jabs, are instructed to approach the scales. The anticipation in the Al Falak Ballroom intensifies as the ladies prepare to strip down for the weigh-in.

Alyssa, her lean, toned physique accentuated by a black lace bra and matching underwear, steps confidently onto the scales. Her skin, tanned and gleaming under the ballroom lights, contrasts starkly with the rich red hue of her lips. Her eyes remain focused on Kaya the entire time, even as the announcer confirms her weight.

Kaya's turn follows. Slipping out of her jumpsuit, she reveals a white satin set of underwear, clinging to her equally impressive physique. The room can't help but acknowledge the well-defined abs and the taut muscles in her legs. Her blue eyes lock onto Alyssa's brown ones, a challenge evident in their depths.

With the formalities of the weigh-in concluded, the two fighters approach each other for the customary staredown. Alyssa and Kaya come nose to nose, their heated breaths mixing as they glare into each other's eyes, their faces mere millimeters apart.

Kaya, inches away from Alyssa's face, murmurs, "You're in for a world of hurt."

But Alyssa stands her ground, her voice equally soft but full of defiance, "I've heard that before. Never from someone I've beaten, though."

Simultaneously, as if choreographed, both women raise their fists. Kaya's gloved hand rests just below Alyssa's chin, while Alyssa's fist hovers perilously close to Kaya's taut belly.

Kaya's lips part slightly, her breathing controlled but slightly heavier, as she feels the heat emanating from Alyssa's body. Alyssa's own eyes dart down to Kaya's fist by her stomach for a brief second before looking back up, a silent vow that she won't be fazed.

Kaya, inches away from Alyssa's face, murmurs, "You're in for a world of hurt."

But Alyssa stands her ground, her voice equally soft but full of defiance, "I've heard that before. Never from someone I've beaten, though."

Every camera flash, every whisper, seems amplified in the thick atmosphere of the room. The referee, sensing the mounting tension, steps in to break the pair apart. But even as they separate, the intensity of that staredown remains imprinted in the minds of everyone present. The message is loud and clear: come fight night, neither woman will be giving an inch.

The sun hangs low on the horizon, casting the sandy expanses of Jumeirah Beach in a soft, golden glow. A gentle breeze stirs the sea, the waves gently crashing against the shoreline. In the distance, the silhouette of Dubai's iconic skyline punctuates the serene backdrop. The mood is set, the ambiance perfect, and the elevated platform, serving as the ring, stands at the ready for the next face-off in the ongoing VIX/Girls Friday Stable War.

A rhythmic, pulsating beat suddenly fills the air, signaling the beginning of the first entrance. A spotlight cuts through the dimming evening light, focusing on Alyssa Lynch as she makes her way to the ring. Her walkout song, "Unstoppable" by Sia, is a clear testament to her mindset for tonight's battle. Dressed in a shimmering, silver, satin robe that gleams with every step, Alyssa strides confidently, the robe parting slightly with her stride, revealing shorts of the same material. Beneath the robe, a metallic-blue sports bra is visible, complementing the ensemble while offering support. Her boxing shoes, also silver, are laced up securely, their soles leaving fleeting imprints on the soft sand. Alyssa’s brown hair is pulled back into a tight, high ponytail, and her eyes are locked onto the ring, revealing a focus that is razor-sharp.

As Alyssa climbs onto the platform, her song fades out, giving way to the haunting opening notes of "Beggin For Thread" by Banks, announcing Kaya Scodelario's entrance. A contrasting blue spotlight now captures Kaya, her figure silhouetted against the now darker sky. Kaya's choice of attire is a sleek, black, velvety robe, tailored to fit her frame perfectly. The robe's hood is drawn up, casting her face in shadow and adding an air of mystery. The occasional glimpse of her boxing attire underneath reveals a dark green, almost forest-colored, sports bra and matching shorts. Her boxing shoes are a muted black, almost blending with the sand but for the prints they leave. Kaya's raven-black hair flows free, cascading down her back, and her piercing blue eyes, once she emerges from the hood's shadow, gleam with a fiery determination.

Both women, now in the ring, remove their robes, revealing their perfectly toned physiques in full, setting the stage for what promises to be a memorable encounter. The crowd, in eager anticipation, waits for the first bell.

Sound of the bell and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!

ROUND 1:

The two pugilists immediately begin to circle one another. Kaya Scodelario wastes no time in establishing her presence in the center of the ring. With a fluidity that speaks of experience, she jabs at Lynch’s face, probing for weaknesses and gauging the distance between them. Alyssa attempts to be proactive, looking to close the distance and establish her own rhythm. However, Kaya, with her keen reflexes, manages to parry Alyssa's advances, landing clean shots that snap Alyssa's head back. A particularly solid left hook from Scodelario finds its mark on Lynch’s cheek, causing the Vixen to reassess her approach. The backdrop of crashing waves and distant cries of seagulls contrasts sharply with the intensity inside the squared circle. As the round progresses, Kaya showcases her superior footwork, smoothly sidestepping and evading many of Alyssa’s attempts at offense. With each evasive maneuver, she capitalizes with sharp counters, a mix of jabs to the face and hooks to the body, each punch producing a distinct “thud!” upon impact. The sound, echoing across the sands, becomes a testament to Kaya's early dominance. Towards the end of the round, Alyssa manages to land a couple of meaningful shots, a right cross and a subsequent left jab to the face. However, they don't seem to faze the Girls Friday stalwart. As the bell sounds, ending the first frame, it's evident that Kaya Scodelario has taken the round quite convincingly. Alyssa, although not beaten by any means, has been given a clear message: this won’t be an easy fight.

ROUND 2:

The second round begins with both fighters wasting no time, immediately digging leather into each other's midsections. The unmistakable sound of leather meeting flesh fills the beach arena as they exchange body shots. The initial moments are closely contested, with both women trying to assert dominance and hurt the other. But as the waves continue to crash in the backdrop, a shift emerges. Alyssa, likely feeling the urgency from the previous round, finds a higher gear. She moves with heightened aggression, stalking Kaya with renewed intensity. Her punches fly with a venom that wasn't as evident in the opening frame. A combination, punctuated by a sharp hook to Kaya’s ribs, elicits a muffled groan from Scodelario. It's a sign that Lynch's power and precision are starting to tell. Kaya, ever the veteran, tries to maintain composure, moving and circling, attempting to use her agility to mitigate the incoming onslaught. But Alyssa's aggression is relentless. Her jabs, once deflected or evaded, now consistently find their mark, snapping Kaya's head back or thudding into her torso. "Thought you had me figured out?" Alyssa taunts, a glint of confidence in her eyes as she continues to press forward, cutting off the ring and trapping Kaya against the ropes. With Scodelario cornered, Lynch unloads a barrage, targeting the body to sap her foe’s energy, then switching up to the head to keep her guessing. A particularly crisp uppercut has Kaya’s legs wobbling briefly, indicating the effectiveness of the Vixen's assault. Kaya, showing resilience, manages to clinch Alyssa, perhaps to buy a few precious seconds to recover. When separated, Scodelario tries to answer back with some combinations of her own, but Alyssa's defense proves solid, blocking and parrying most of the incoming shots. By the time the bell rings, signaling the end of the round, it's apparent to all that Alyssa Lynch has taken this frame with room to spare. While Kaya remains a palpable threat, the momentum for now has swung firmly in Alyssa's favor.

ROUND 3:

With both fighters having tasted dominance in the preceding rounds, the question now becomes one of consistency and stamina. As the bell rings, Kaya appears to have regrouped, a determined set to her jaw and a renewed sparkle in her eyes. She begins the round on the front foot, her feet dancing over the canvas as she jabs at Alyssa, trying to set the pace. Lynch, not one to be easily dominated, responds in kind, and for a few electric moments, it’s a back and forth display of skill, a true boxing spectacle. Kaya, however, seems to have made some tactical adjustments. Instead of directly trading blows with Alyssa, she employs a hit-and-move strategy, weaving out of harm's way after landing her shots. A swift left hook to Alyssa's temple, followed by a quick step back, sees Lynch swinging at air more than once. Yet, Alyssa's not about to be completely outfoxed. Midway through the round, she times a perfect right cross that catches Scodelario flush on the cheek, causing Kaya to stumble a step backward. It’s a punch that gives Alyssa a short-lived advantage, as she tries to capitalize on it with a flurry of punches. But Kaya, displaying her ring IQ, deflects the worst of the barrage and uses her footwork to keep Lynch at bay. The two fighters trade more blows as the round progresses, with neither truly dominating but with Scodelario perhaps landing the more eye-catching punches. Alyssa's tenacity ensures she remains in the hunt, scoring with some solid shots of her own, especially to Kaya's midsection. When the bell sounds, both fighters retreat to their corners, their chests heaving from the exertion. While Kaya might have edged the round, it’s by the slimmest of margins, leaving everyone wondering which direction this fight will take next.

ROUND 4:

Lynch, having gauged Kaya's patterns, appears more focused, wasting no time in establishing her dominance. As the round begins, she swiftly takes the center of the platform, effectively pressuring Scodelario backward with an aggressive stance. Harnessing her success from the previous round, Alyssa targets Kaya's midsection, repeatedly sinking her gloved fists into the soft flesh of Scodelario's belly. Each thudding impact, accompanied by the muffled grunts from Kaya, becomes music to the Vixen camp, who cheer loudly from the sidelines. Lynch's jab also finds its mark often, snapping back Kaya's head and leaving her momentarily disoriented. Kaya, however, is no stranger to adversity. She circles, trying to find an opening and use her agility to her advantage. And for the most part of the round, she finds herself on the defensive, absorbing Lynch's onslaught, occasionally firing back but largely focused on evasion. However, as the round draws close to its end, Kaya glimpses an opportunity. Maybe it's a momentary lapse in Alyssa's offense, or perhaps a feint that Lynch falls for, but suddenly, Scodelario explodes with a flurry of punches. Her gloves crash into Alyssa's face and sides, and for a brief moment, it feels like a storm has descended on the beach. Alyssa, caught off-guard, stumbles back, trying to shield herself from the rain of blows. Yet, when the bell rings, it’s clear that while Kaya's late-round surge was impressive, the lion's share of the round belonged to Alyssa. Both fighters, displaying the battle's toll, trudge back to their corners, a mix of determination and weariness evident on their faces. The bout, it seems, is still very much up for grabs.

ROUND 5:

The fifth finds Alyssa trying to hold her own in the center of the ring, but Kaya is slowly but surely ramping up her own aggression. The Girls Friday starlet’s eyes lock onto Alyssa’s, and there's a steely determination in them, signaling her intent to turn the tide. Kaya starts her own assault with a swift one-two combination, a jab that snaps Alyssa's head back followed by a straight right that smashes into her chest, forcing a surprised grunt from her lips. Alyssa's eyes register protest, but the referee didn’t see the illegal shot, and even as her legs stutter a step back and she tries to retaliate, Kaya's rhythm is in full swing, and she parries Alyssa's counter, before landing another hard left directly onto her nose. As Alyssa blinks away the sting, Scodelario capitalizes on the momentary lapse, stepping in closer and slamming another sharp hook into her exposed side. Alyssa tries to sidestep and guard her body, hoping to move away from the ropes, but Kaya keeps on coming, the former champ thrusting another quick two jabs towards Alyssa, with one grazing her forehead and the other sinking deep into her right breast, causing Alyssa to yelp in pain! This time, Lynch is raging back, but her swings are wild and lacking in precision, with Kaya easily swerving to the side to avoid a high hook to her head. And with Alyssa's back now perilously close to the ropes, Kaya spots her opening! Pulling back her right hand, she unleashes a ferocious hook of her own that’s aimed squarely at Alyssa's chin. The punch CONNECTS with a resounding "CRACK!", and the force of it sends Alyssa's head whipping to the side, a spray of sweat flying off her form! OUCH!! The impact is immediate and brutal – Alyssa's legs buckle, and her eyes roll back as she collapses backward, the ropes no longer there to support her, and DOWN SHE GOES, falling by the wayside! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for SCODELARIO, who pumps her fists in the air and breaks out into a wide grin, before stepping back and heading to the neutral corner, her chest heaving with a mix of exertion and triumph. Those Lynch fans in the audience immediately start shouting their encouragement, but even as the referee rushes in to initiate the count, it's clear from those glazed eyes and slack expression that the Vixen isn’t about to get back up from this debacle anytime soon! She only manages to push herself up to all fours, her tummy heaving underneath, before the referee reaches the count of 10 and WAVES it off! It’s OVER!

Official Result: Kaya Scodelario defeats Alyssa Lynch via KO5!

AFTER:

The immediate aftermath sees Scodelario in a state of exultation, her arms raised high as the referee declares her the official victor. Her corner team and Girls Friday stablemates rush in to congratulate her, patting her back and draping a towel over her shoulders. Kaya's grin is wide and proud, her eyes sparkling with the exhilaration of the win.

A few minutes post-victory, the reporters and camera crews have quickly gathered by the ring apron, eager for a soundbite from the victorious fighter. Kaya, her breathing now more controlled, but with a sheen of sweat still visible on her forehead, leans on the ropes to address them.

"That's how it's done," she begins confidently, her voice carrying over the surrounding noise. "I told everyone that I'd take Alyssa down. And here we are. She's a good fighter, I'll give her that, but she’s clearly not in my league. She's second-rate at best." She smirks, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Maybe after today, she'll reconsider her career choices."

On the opposite side of the ring, the scene is starkly different. Alyssa Lynch, though still conscious, appears dazed and deeply disappointed. Sitting on a stool, she is surrounded by a concerned medical team conducting a preliminary checkup on her flushed cheek and some bruised ribs. The physician shines a light into her eyes, gauging her pupil reaction, while another member of the team checks her pulse and vitals.

Occasionally, her gaze drifts towards Kaya, and every time it does, a look of pained frustration washes over her face. Her team, trying to console her, whisper words of encouragement, but it's evident that this loss weighs heavy on her, especially when it means that she’s allowed another stable to go up on the scoreboards.

But the stark contrast between the jubilation in Kaya's corner and the somber mood in Alyssa's serves as a poignant reminder of the highs and lows that come with the territory in the world of combat sports. And with the two stables now at two wins a piece, it’s gonna be up to the remaining three bouts to determine the winner!

Girls Friday 2-2 Vixens