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18 November 2023 Alyssa Lynch vs Laura Vandervoort

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BLACK-EYED @ THE GOTHIC THEATRE

Posted by caspian on 18 November 2023 at 8:34 am

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

5. Alyssa Lynch vs. Laura Vandervoort (Body Saddle)

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

Laura:
(38, 5’6, 37:43:2 FCBA, Foxfire Boxing)

BEFORE:
Journalists, photographers, and fans alike await the arrival of the two competitors. The room falls silent when Foxfire’s Laura Vandervoort steps up to the stage, exuding the confidence of a veteran boxer. She's dressed in an elegant yet sporty outfit, hinting at her readiness to bring both grace and power to the match.

The blonde takes the microphone first, "I've been in this game longer than most, faced rookies and champions alike. Alyssa is just another name on the list." She smirks, "No offense, kid."

The crowd's attention then shifts to the younger fighter, Alyssa Lynch. She looks every bit the fierce competitor, her eyes fiery and posture upright. Dressed in a sleek athletic wear that accentuates her toned physique, she exudes the energy of a fighter in her prime.

"I respect Laura's record," Alyssa starts, her tone respectful but firm, "But I'm here to prove I'm not just another name on a list. I'm the future of this sport."

There are murmurs among the crowd, anticipating the inevitable confrontation. Laura rolls her eyes, "I've faced countless 'futures' in my time. And here I am, still standing, still fighting."

Alyssa smirks, "Times change, Laura. And I've got my eyes on bigger prizes. Starting with you, and then moving on to Kyra. This is just the beginning."

Their war of words sets the tone for what promises to be an electrifying match-up. As the press conference wraps up, it's evident that both fighters are ready to bring their A-game to the ring.

Following the press conference, the stage is cleared for the staredown. In one corner, Laura's experienced aura is undeniable, the older fighter wearing an expression of composed confidence. And on the opposite side, Alyssa approaches steadily, every step exuding a young fire, her eyes locked onto Laura's. The height difference between the two is marginal, but in that moment, both fighters seemed larger than life.

They step in closer, the distance between them shrinking until they’re nearly nose to nose. Alyssa's lips twitch into a small, challenging smirk, her gaze never leaving Laura's eyes. Laura responds by tilting her head slightly, her own smirk saying, "You think you're ready for this?"

The atmosphere grows dense, the silence punctuated only by the faint clicks of cameras capturing every micro-expression, every tensed muscle between the pair. Laura breaks the silence first, her voice dripping with condescension, "Remember, kid, you asked for this."

Alyssa, not one to be intimidated, simply responds, "And you'll remember it was me who gave you a good beating, grandma." Before the tension can boil over into something physical, the officials step in, signaling the end of the staredown.

Hours later, the arena goes dark, only to be illuminated moments later by a singular spotlight shining on the entrance ramp. The first notes of "Run the World (Girls)" by Beyoncé begin to play, and out steps Alyssa Lynch, wearing a shimmering gold robe that catches every light in the arena. With the hood pulled up over her brown locks, her focused expression is obscured.

Reaching the ring, Alyssa gracefully climbs the steps, standing on the apron for a few moments to soak in the atmosphere. With a swift move, she removes her robe, revealing her fighting attire: a gold and black two-piece sports bra and short shorts that accentuates her toned physique. She jumps over the top rope, landing softly in the center of the ring, and raises her fists, ready for the fight ahead.

Then, the arena dims again, this time replaced with a royal blue hue. The haunting strains of "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons fills the arena, and a fog begins to roll out from the entranceway, and from within it, Laura emerges. Her silver robe glistens in the light, contrasting sharply with the blue ambiance. On her face is a mask of steely resolve, her eyes sharply focused on the ring and her opponent inside.

Once in the ring, Laura hands her robe to an aide, revealing a sleek silver and white sports bra and trunks that clings to her toned form. With a nod to the referee and one final glance at Alyssa, she settles into her corner, mentally preparing for the confrontation ahead.

As the last of Laura's entrance music begins to fade, the spotlight turns to the VIX body saddle, carefully crafted with black leather and embedded with VIX's logo in gold, and still prominently displayed on a stand near the ring for all to see. While it was last used in Alyssa’s stablemate’s bout a few hours ago, it has already been wiped down and ready for use again now, in the main event of tonight’s show.

Both Alyssa and Laura cast a fleeting glance towards it, a mixture of determination and apprehension in their eyes. The stakes, already high, have been raised just a notch further. And with the referee’s signal for the opening bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!

ROUND 1:
Both ladies lock eyes and charge, their gloves up, their stances ready to brawl. Laura, the seasoned vet of the ring, seeks to establish dominance with a surgical jab, flicking it out, sharp and focused, towards the head. But Alyssa dodges nimbly, almost like a dancer evading the grasp of an eager partner. Laura's eyes narrow; she's slightly annoyed but far from discouraged. And she keeps circling, her boots scuffing the canvas, letting another series of jabs fly. But Alyssa is quicker on her feet, lunging to the left to counter with a swift hook to the ribs. "THUD!", and Laura winces but quickly regroup. A minute into this high-stakes duel, Alyssa seems to find her rhythm. Her hooks and jabs land with far more precision, as if each shot has been telegraphed under the arms or over, with Laura getting rocked and battered by punches landing leg and right. Towards the end of the round, Laura counters, her own punches crisp and calculated, but Alyssa's deft defense keeps her from landing anything too damaging. As the seconds tick down, the tension ramps up. Alyssa's quick flurries seem to have earned her the judges' favor for this round, but Laura's experienced gaze says it all: This fight is far from over. Still, as the bell rings, a slight grin crosses Alyssa’s face; she knows she’s gained the upper hand, if only for a fleeting moment.

ROUND 2:
Vandervoort emerges from her corner with renewed energy in the second, clearly wanting to establish her dominance and not let the youngster run away with points. Alyssa, still feeling the effects from the previous, tries to gauge her opponent, but Laura's speed is something she seems unprepared for. Within the first ten seconds, the Foxfire starlet has stepped in and unleashed a quick left jab that snaps Lynch's head back, followed by a vicious right cross that crashes against Alyssa's guard. Lynch tries to circle away, but the blonde’s aggressive footwork cuts her off, pushing her another inch towards the ropes. Alyssa attempts to keep her at bay with her own jab to the head, but Vandervoort masterfully slips under it, before delivering a swift uppercut to the younger woman's exposed midsection. A gasp escapes Alyssa's lips, her body bending forward slightly from the impact, and backing away. Taking advantage of the opening, Laura throws a series of sudden, powerful hooks, alternating between Lynch's head and body, forcing her to keep guessing and adjusting her guard. Lynch must be dying inside from having underestimated the older woman, with each of Vandervoort's punches resonating with power, the thuds audible even among the roar of the crowd. Lynch, though game to brawl, struggles to cope with the onslaught, her attempts to counter are largely ineffective, as Laura's aggressive yet technical boxing keeps her on the back foot for the rest of the round. Lynch does manage to block some shots, using her arms to shield her face and body, but several of Vandervoort's punches still find their mark, especially targeting the Vixen’s ribs and flanks. Alyssa's grunts and winces with each blow clearly show the toll they're taking on her. Despite the adversity, she tries to rally towards the end of the round, throwing a couple of desperate hooks at Laura’s head, but they’re mainly evaded or absorbed, and as the bell rings, Laura heads back to her corner with confidence in her stride. In contrast, Alyssa appears more drained, the weight of the round's punishment visible in her weary steps.

ROUND 3:
As the third kicks off, Lynch, perhaps stung by the domination she experienced in the previous round, shows a determination to drive her own point home, while Vandervoort begins the round with a skip in her step, looking to build on her earlier successes. Both fighters circle each other, exchanging jabs, looking for an opening, and in the initial minute, it's fairly even, with both fighters trading shots, though Laura appears to land the cleaner punches to Lynch’s face. However, a sudden change in tactic by Alyssa begins to shift the momentum. She starts to focus on body shots instead, targeting Laura’s exposed flanks every time she lunges in. Vandervoort seems slightly caught off-guard by this change in strategy, and around the halfway mark, gets a bit overconfident and overextends a left hook high, leaving herself exposed for a split second. Alyssa seizes her chance, throwing a devastating counter right hook straight to Laura's jaw. Vandervoort's eyes go wide, her legs betraying her as she stumbles backward, the rest of her body reeling, before ultimately crashing down onto the canvas with a thud! It’s a flash KNOCKDOWN from Alyssa Lynch, and the arena erupts in both shock and excitement!

Alyssa, for her part, retreats to a neutral corner, trying to stay calm but the exuberance is evident in her eyes. She’s scored her comeback, but the pundits are still saying the fight is young. Still, the referee begins the count as Laura, dazed, attempts to collect herself on the canvas. “...3...4...” Vandervoort shakes her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. By the count of "6", she's propped up on one elbow, and by "8", she’s managed to pull herself back to her feet, albeit unsteadily.

The referee checks in on her, looking deep into her dazed eyes, ensuring she’s fit to continue. After a brief moment, the bout resumes. Change in the air as Laura, now wary and on the defensive, tries to use her footwork to maintain distance, but Alyssa smells blood and surges forward to finish the job. A flurry of punches gets thrown forth, hounding the older blonde to her arms and body. But there’s still lots of fight left in the old dog, and Lynch can’t quite pin her down yet for the kill. The bell finally rings, ending the round. While Laura might have regained some composure towards the end, the knockdown ensures a wide victory for Alyssa in this round.

ROUND 4:
Having tasted the canvas in the previous round, Vandervoort looks determined to even the score. And it’s evident right from the outset. She adopts a more aggressive stance, closing the distance quickly, shaking off her setback and not allowing Lynch the room to breathe or set her rhythm. Within the first thirty seconds, Laura has landed a few clean jabs on Alyssa's face, the snapping sound echoing in the arena, which seem to momentarily rattle the younger fighter. Alyssa attempts to counter with a swift overhand, but Laura's footwork is impeccable, dancing just out of reach each time. As the minute mark nears, in a beautifully executed maneuver, Vandervoort slips under another looping right from Alyssa, using her opponent’s momentum to SLAM an overhand left right combination onto Lynch's temple. The surprise and force of the blow causes Alyssa's legs to buckle, and she falls backwards, head shaking and mouth open, before CRASHING onto the canvas with a resounding thud of her own! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN for Laura, who breaks into a smirk and pumps an arm to the roar of the crowd.

The referee swoops in, starting the count over the prone figure of Alyssa Lynch. “...1...2...” Lynch's eyes remain unfocused, her chest rising and falling rapidly. By the count of "5", she's trying to push herself up, but her arms tremble under the effort. It's a tense few moments as the crowd watches with bated breath. Finally, at the count of "9", Alyssa manages to rise, albeit shakily. She nods at the referee, signaling her intent to continue.

And the bout resumes, both women wanting more of each other! Vandervoort, to nobody’s surprise, presses the attack, bombarding the younger brunette with a flurry of punches, aiming to seal the deal. Alyssa, to her credit, manages to stave off a complete onslaught, using her arms to shield herself and bobbing and weaving to avoid any more clean shots. And the round ends, while Vandervoort clearly in the driver's seat, looking a little spent herself, heaving from trying to put Lynch away in the final seconds.

ROUND 5:
The buzzing energy from the intense back-to-back knockdowns still lingers as the fifth gets underway. Vandervoort, a seasoned fighter, exudes a sense of purpose; she’s clearly keen on reclaiming the narrative of this bout. And with the momentum swinging in her opponent’s favor, Alyssa also looks hungry for more. The opening seconds of the round see both fighters sizing each other up. Laura employs a tight guard, perhaps wary of Lynch’s newly showcased power, and moves with caution. Alyssa, meanwhile, bounces left and right, a slight smirk on her lips. They engage in a tactical game, darting in and out, testing waters with tentative jabs to the head and body. Then, about a minute in, Vandervoort launches a series of punches targeting the midsection, trying to slow her down and sap her energy. Lynch, feeling the weight of these punches sink in, momentarily backs up but quickly circles away, using her agility to avoid getting cornered. Alyssa, ever the opportunist, spies an opening as Laura commits to a sudden right cross, which slams into the arms. And before Laura can recover, the Vixen has sidestepped and followed up with a quick left hook to Laura's ribs, making her grimace and back away with a grunt. But another straight right snaps in, and Vandervoort’s head back. The older blonde staggers, but she’s been in tough spots before and manages to wrap up with the younger girl, holding onto Alyssa’s shoulders to halt her assault and buy herself some precious time. As the seconds tick by, the two women wrestle for position, each trying to impose their will upon the other. Their grunts of exertion and the slapping of gloves on the sides of flesh create an intense rhythm within the confines of the arena. Drawing towards the close of the round, both fighters break from their clinch and exchange another series of fierce punches: Alyssa lands a solid uppercut to the chin, but Laura retaliates with a right cross of her own that smashes straight into the nose. When the bell chimes, both fighters return to their corners, wary and weary.

ROUND 6:
The bell chimes, signaling the start of the sixth. There's a tangible energy resonating through the arena, a direct result of this back-and-forth war between Vandervoort and Lynch. Both fighters seem aware of the pivotal nature of this round, with Alyssa having witnessed the depth of Laura's resolve. The Vixen is now wearing an expression of focused determination, eyes sharpened and movements side-to-side crisp, and intent on showing off her youthful energy. Within the first few moments, it's Lynch who is advancing with punches in bunches to the head, cutting off the ring expertly, and forcing Laura into tighter spaces. Her jabs fly in with increased urgency, banging into forearms and leather, and though Laura attempts to counter, circling away, the younger fighter’s pressure is relentless. And then it happens. Laura throws a big cross of her in order to keep Alyssa at bay, but Lynch slips to the side, narrowly evading it! In the same fluid motion, the brunette UNLOADS a thunderous right cross, which catches Vandervoort square on the chin! OUCH!! The impact is devastating, with Laura’s head blown back with a loud groan, her eyes rolling back, and her entire frame going limp, before crumpling to the mat, the echo of the connection reverberating through the venue! One more KNOCKDOWN for the road, and the audience has already leapt to its feet, a collective gasp filling the space!

Lynch steps back, an amalgamation of relief and triumph evident in her demeanor as she moves to the neutral corner with her arms thrown upwards, periodically beating her chest in dominance. The referee dives in immediately, beginning the count over the motionless Vandervoort. "...1...2...3...," he counts out loud, his voice a stark contrast against the hushed anticipation of the crowd. And by the count of "5," Laura stirs, groggily attempting to rise, but each time she tries to push her spent body upwards, her limbs fail her, and she collapses back onto the canvas, disoriented and beaten. Finally, the count reaches "10", and the referee has no choice but to WAVE it off! This fight is OVER!

Official Result: Alyssa Lynch defeats Laura Vandervoort via KO6!

AFTER:
As the echoes of the final bell fades, an electric hush envelopes the arena. In a completely unsurprising turn, Alyssa Lynch approaches the still-dazed Laura Vandervoort not with an outstretched hand of sportsmanship, but with an object slung over her shoulder - the infamous VIX saddle, now liberated from its ringside stand, and eager for use.

With deliberate motions, Alyssa sets to work. She spreads the saddle's harness over Laura's back, securing it in place. Despite the clear need to establish her post-match dominance, Alyssa's movements are gentle, every buckle fastened, every strap adjusted with care to Laura’s silent sobs and groans. Despite her win, the Vixen bears no intention of causing additional discomfort.

Then, with the saddle securely in place, Alyssa gracefully mounts Laura’s back, her legs straddling either side of her hips. But the Vixen’s posture is not one of gloating. Instead, she keeps her body mostly upright, not forcing most of her weight onto the older woman’s frame. Her hands grip into Laura’s damp blonde hair above, but not too tightly. And there, she poses for a second, taking in the camera flashes and chants of her name, her chest still beating from the exertion of the fight.

Of course, for Laura, the sensation of being under is still both physical and psychological torture. With the additional weight on her back, every bruise, every sore spot seems magnified under the spotlights. The burn of defeat is still clear in her eyes, but so too is a begrudging acknowledgment of her defeat to the younger Vixen.

Alyssa’s ride is uncharacteristically silent and short-lived, with Alyssa heard whispering from above that it’ll all be over soon. And after Laura has crawled a few steps forward, it’s clear she can’t continue, and collapses to the canvas, exhausted. Alyssa allows her to fall back down, and dismounts as well, before swiftly gesturing for the medics to rush in.

Some would say that Alyssa’s true target is still her fellow stablemate Kyra Santoro, and with both girls having secured wins tonight, a future clash between the pair is only inevitable.

As usual, our thanks to everyone who made this event possible: Foxfire Boxing and Fighting Models Franchise for allowing Laura and Barbara to participate, respectively, as well as Lookout! Boxing for assisting with the organization.